Chapter 59: The Little Monster in Front of Others
Being eaten by a huge beast seemed to have happened twice in just one month.
Mian Li was caught off guard and swallowed into the mouth of the big bird. He rushed down the throat sac like a slide, and was spit out again when he was about to reach the throat. He rode on the "fountain" and was thrown into the sky.
And then it was eaten again.
And then be spit out.
This happened four or five times until the big bird grabbed His feet again. The young God flew back to the ground with the big bird like an upside-down pendant doll and was placed in the clouds.
After a trip to the bird's mouth, Mianli was soaked all over. He climbed up from the cloud in a mess, shook his hair, and was surrounded by a faint golden light. In an instant, he became dry and clean again.
The bird lowered its head and carefully and gently nuzzled the child's face with its huge, bright red beak. It said cheerfully, "My little prince, you're back! You don't even know how much I've missed you!"
If Feifei's voice is as elegant as a guqin, then this bird's voice is as crackling as a suona.
The big bird is certainly not an enemy.
It swallowed Him up, not as a prey, but as an affectionate welcome.
It's like a pet dog that will be extremely affectionate and lick its owner's face when the owner comes home.
It’s just that this “dog” is a little bigger.
"You big bad guy, stop eating Lili!"
Although the little fairy was complaining, he was smiling.
He happily hugged the bird's feathers, burying his face in them as if he were hugging a pile of goose down pillows and rubbing his face against them: "Kabka!"
There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun, and Feifei is that "Kun".
It transformed into a bird, and its name was Peng. This big white bird named Kabuka was that "Peng".
Peng is a white bird, and Kun is a white fish.
Combined with the tone of the temple and the guards' attire, it's not hard to see the owner's preference for color.
God is indeed noble and pure.
Feifei once said in his self-introduction to Zhuo Can that he was God's left rudder.
In contrast, Kabuka is right-hand drive.
Although God had not officially bestowed the title, the name sounded powerful, so they took it upon themselves.
In mythology, Kun and Peng coexist as one, but the two under Jiang Xiao's command are mortal enemies who dislike each other.
Let’s not talk about any past disputes for now. The biggest disagreement now is about transformation.
Feifei has become very skilled at switching between fish body and human body, and his human form is still an extremely handsome classical handsome man.
For some unknown reason, Kabuka has not been able to transform yet.
Its cultivation level is no less than Feifei's, but it has always been stuck at the stage of transformation. Even the gods can't help it. The most it can do is turn into a monster with a bird's head and a human body, commonly known as a birdman.
It’s too ugly. It’s better to be a beautiful bird. Kabuka gave up.
Maybe every bird has its own destiny.
It could only stare blankly at Feifei dancing in white clothes, and would do anything bad when it got the chance.
That's why Feifei, who had just returned from being kicked far away by it, had bloodshot eyes full of anger, and wished he could go up and kick it twice.
Unfortunately, there is no water here, and he cannot restore his original form. He has no chance of winning in a fight with a big bird in his tiny human form.
A man who knows the times is a hero and must swallow his anger for the time being.
Feifei thought to herself that next time she would drag the dead bird into Tianchi Lake and let it experience the feeling of choking on water.
Apart from the ability to transform, they also have another big difference: their hobbies.
Feifei only has God in her eyes. Whether she speaks or does things, the starting point and end point of everything is for His Majesty.
He didn't even treat the young god as a loving person, he just treated it as a task;
Kaboka is different.
As a bird destined not to lay or hatch eggs, it has an unexpectedly maternal instinct despite its unknown gender, lovingly caring for all the young in the world.
Naturally, this also includes the young gods.
Kun and Peng each appear unreliable in their own way, but in reality, their abilities far surpass this frivolous appearance. Even if the left and right helms are just boasting, these two have indeed been by God's side for years, working for Him.
Therefore, they don't have as much time to spend with Xiao Mianli as O'Leary does.
The memory of birds is better than that of fish, but not much better. Kabuka is busy "exorcising demons" for the gods, and he only sees the young gods a few times a year. His impression of the sleeping ceremony is fragmentary.
It seems like last time it was a baby crawling on the ground, crying loudly because it couldn't pluck its own feathers, but this time it is a little troublemaker who can run and jump and cause trouble for His Majesty.
Kabuka rubbed the sleeping ritual again, almost knocking the child over. "Your Highness, you won't leave this time, right? I don't have any missions recently, so I can play with you!"
It sounds very exciting.
The task of recalling the young god from the human world was given to Kun, and Peng was not quite sure what happened.
In Kabuka's opinion, the young god either lives in paradise or goes to the human world to play, and rarely comes to the temple; this time when he comes back, they can finally spend more time together.
Mian Li's expression darkened a little.
He will indeed not leave again.
I will never see Cancan again.
Feifei was disgusted with Kabuka's inability to find an opportunity, and frowned, waving her hand like she was shooing away a fly: "Don't block the way here, I still need to take the little prince to report."
Kabuka pretended to peck him: "His Majesty hasn't returned yet, what are you asking for? What are you asking for?"
Feifei said coldly, "That's none of your business."
Kabuka flapped his wings and pretended to pinch his waist: "Hey, today it's all my business. Go away, I'll take care of the little prince. Look at you, you haven't laughed in hundreds of years, right? You can't even laugh, and you're still taking care of a child. The children will definitely be afraid of you. Am I right, little prince?"
The young god was still immersed in the sadness of parting with humans and hadn't heard what they were arguing about. Suddenly, he heard himself being dragged into the argument. He looked up confusedly and asked, "What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"
The big white bird picked him up, twisted its long, soft neck, and placed him in the thick down feathers on the back of its neck: "Let's go, I'll take you to wait for His Majesty's return!"
It was soft and fluffy, and Pengfei was very stable. The young god rolled on it and thought of Cancan's equally comfortable bed.
I wonder how Cancan is doing.
Are you awake? Has Lulu come?
Will you be sad when you find out that you are missing?
If Cancan cries, Lulu will comfort him.
Don’t cry. Adults can’t cry.
The overjoyed Kabuka did not notice the young god's depressed mood. It soared happily over the temple, but not far away. Then, it thought of something and turned back.
Feifei, who is considered tall among humans, is smaller than a grain of rice in the eyes of big birds.
It swooped down, hooked its flippers, grabbed its angry colleague, and soared back into the sky.
Feifei, like an earthworm hanging on a fishhook: "..."
Kabuka was quite proud: "See, I'm the best. Otherwise, if I let you go by yourself, you won't get there even after the sun sets."
Feifei was not moved, but felt humiliated.
Feifei, who is always reserved and steady in front of others, loses her composure when she meets her old rival.
"Stop pulling my hair!!"
His roar went unheeded, drifting away into the wind.
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Even God himself does not know how many steps there are in the ladder to heaven.
For a mortal, it might take a year to complete the journey.
Fortunately, the divine bird flapped its wings and flew away, arriving under the throne in the blink of an eye.
It’s been a long time since I last had the sleeping ceremony.
The "no man's land" that Jiang Xiao had brought him into last time was a transit station built based on the scenery here, similar to a carrier of some kind of consciousness, not real;
Once again, it was still a dream.
The temple is where God the Father works.
Here gathers the huge difficulties and troubles of various worlds, whether they are humans, animals, or even many ghosts whose names cannot be told. They have so much pain and disputes, and each one must be judged by God.
When he was even younger, Mianli couldn't control his longing and cried, asking Oriel to take him to see the Father. Even if the latter agreed and made an exception to come, he could only look at the throne from afar and was not allowed to get any closer during working hours.
At this moment, the god left temporarily, and the guards holding heavy weapons on both sides were more indifferent than statues.
The authority of Kabuka and Feifei is far higher than theirs, not to mention the young god who is above ten thousand people and second only to one person.
As long as God has no objection, the guards won't even bat an eye at these three guys even if they play rock and roll or dance hula here.
After Kabuka returned to the temple, he put down Mianli and Feifei.
In order to avoid blowing others away with its wings, it consciously shrank a lot and was not much bigger than an adult.
Even though it is already miniature compared to its original form, it still looks bulky and walks unsteadily, a bit like a modern pelican.
The white bird muttered to itself as it used its wings as a feather duster to clean the throne.
Its "feather duster" is indeed magical, and wisps of vermilion smoke spread wherever the feathers go.
The throne was dust-free to begin with, and after Kabuka cleaned it, it became even more sparkling.
The young god did not approach the throne, but remained far away as before.
Others under the throne were always extremely pious and had sincere respect for God.
Only Mianli's small figure looks a little lonely.
Feifei watched from the side and imagined for a moment whether there would be a day in the future when Mianli would take over the position of God and sit on the throne.
I guess his short legs can't even reach the ground.
...Then just step on Kabuka.
The three of them waited in the temple, each with their own thoughts.
No one knew where God had gone or when he would return; all they could do was wait.
Mianli stayed there for a while and felt a little tired, so he simply summoned a cloud and climbed up to lie down.
The clouds swayed gently from side to side, like a cradle for a baby.
Mianli closed her eyes and thought about Cancan, Jiajia, and the teddy bears and caramel cookies at home.
Oh yes, the nagging Kabuka looks a bit like Zhizhi.
What are the cats doing now?
Are you taking a nap on the bay window?
Today should be a nice sunny day.
I really want to feed them freeze-dried food again.
The young god's eyelids became heavier and heavier.
I should be able to see them in my dreams, right?
Just as He was about to fall asleep, someone seemed to hold His heart.
The child jumped up and looked into the distance.
His inspiration is not groundless.
The temple was originally full of pure colors, but at this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed in the white vision.
The light spread like a carpet, passing through the misty corridor, through the expressionless guards, and gradually spread to the throne.
At the same time, the platinum-colored lotus slowly bloomed with the extension of light, emitting a cool, clear fragrance in the huge hall.
——The God of Gods has arrived.
The first to rush out was Kabuka.
It still maintained its restrained form, flying towards the god like a ball of white cannonballs, its voice as joyful as if singing: "Your Majesty! You're back! You're back! Where have you been? Are you tired? Would you like some tea? Great news! The little prince is back too~!"
When Jiang Xiao appeared, he had short black hair and was wearing human clothes. He looked like he had just returned from the real world.
Golden light swirled around Him, lotus flowers bloomed with every step, and light covered His body like a veil, and the God was transformed from head to toe.
His long, light-blonde curly hair hung down, and his ordinary suit transformed into a pure white robe that did not drag on the ground, but floated gently with his movements, like a bride's swaying dress.
However, there is no tenderness and joy of the bride, but instead there is an unattainable emptiness.
Those eyes also returned to the icy blue that Mian Li was most familiar with, the one he was afraid to face but longed to get close to.
The noisy big white bird beside my ear did not stop. God loved quietness the most, but he was surprisingly tolerant of it.
Not only did he not shut it up, he responded.
Even if it was just a "hmm", it sounded gentle - compared to His usual indifference.
Kabuka was now in even greater spirits, and he told Him in detail all that he had seen and heard during the days when the God was away, wishing he could tell Him everything from Pangu creating the world to manned rockets flying into space.
God listened without showing any impatience.
The God of Gods has tens of thousands of messengers, guards and subordinates, and Kabuka is a special one among them, and can be said to be the most indulgent.
He treated it like a master raising a funny little parrot.
Even though the power of this "little parrot" is not inferior to that of the ancient ferocious beast Xinzi.
God is thrifty with words and does not like noise. Wherever He goes, there is always silence.
Except Kabuka, no one dared to speak too much in front of God.
Peng chattered all day long and became the only source of sound in the hall.
Has anyone ever thought that God raises it to relieve boredom?
No matter how you look at it, the liveliness and chatter of the white birds are incompatible with the style of the temple.
No matter what the truth is, it gives Feifei, who worships God the most, another reason to dislike Kabuka.
However, Jiang Xiao did not look at it, his eyes were always looking at Mian Li.
The god came before the young god, and the lotus and golden light disappeared together.
He lowered his head to look at his child, his expression showing neither joy nor anger: "You're back."
Mian Li was originally blocked by Fei Fei's figure, but at this time he came down from the clouds and walked to the front.
He called out timidly, "Father God."
When children make mistakes and are discovered by their parents, they usually try to escape.
It’s a pity that Cancan is not here, and there is no place for the little lord to hide.
Mian Li was being watched by the Father's gaze and could not bear it any longer, so he lowered his head and fidgeted with the corner of his clothes with his little fingers.
He was already a three-year-old child and had to face mistakes bravely and independently.
To others, it is a ferocious little monster, but to me, it becomes a wronged little ball.
Who taught him this?
God wanted to sigh, but due to his dignity, he could not do such an un-Godlike thing.
He said, do you know how much trouble you have caused me by staying in the human world without permission and waking up Xinzi without any preparation?
The author has something to say:
There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun. Kun is so big that no one knows how many thousands of miles it is. It transforms into a bird, its name is Peng. —Zhuangzi, "Xiaoyaoyou"
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