Chapter 6 How can a mortal
It really is a tail, connected to the god's smooth little butt, and it moves quite flexibly. It is definitely not a decoration or cosplay prop.
It swings up and down like a living thing, and just by looking at it you can tell that its owner is in a bad mood.
The human's eyes widened in shock. "A tail? You actually have a tail! Is this your tail? How do you have a tail?"
They have known each other for several hours, how come they never noticed it before?
Or is it because there are too many anomalies and nothing is unusual, so the long tail cannot be ranked and is ignored?
The momentum of the two neatly arranged question marks and exclamation marks was so overwhelming that it almost knocked Mian Li unconscious.
He didn't mind Zhuo Chan's disrespectful mistake of forgetting to use the word "you". He twisted his tail clockwise twice to maintain his balance, hugged his tail and shook it, and asked, "Don't you humans have tails?"
“I really don’t have that.”
When Zhuo Can was little, he'd fantasized about having a tail. He'd use it to greet people instead of opening his mouth. He'd also be able to swing from tree to tree like a monkey in the animal kingdom—how majestic and carefree he'd be.
When my mother heard this, she wanted to beat someone up.
Zhuo Can stared at her eagerly, his eyes shining: "Can I touch it?"
"No." The little fairy glared at him, "How can a mortal touch Lili's tail?"
Zhuo Can bargained: "Then let's take a closer look at the headquarters, okay?"
"Well, you can only look." Mian Li thought about it again and again, and reluctantly agreed, but also warned, "Don't touch!"
Zhuo Can nodded like a chick pecking at rice, walked around behind Mian Li, and observed him carefully.
That little tail is not as round as a snowball like a rabbit or puppy's, nor as fluffy as a cat's. It is long and thin, very smooth, and can be curled.
The color will change with the light and the owner's mood.
The most important thing is that the tip of the tail is in the shape of a triangular arrow.
Zhuo Can felt something was wrong.
In the inherent cognition of artistic images accumulated by humans over the years, such an arrow tail is a symbol of the devil, right?
Could it be that Mian Li, who has an angelic face, is actually a little devil?
Wow, their personalities are quite similar.
But his intuition was not that simple.
After all, he has a human appearance, an angel's halo and a devil's tail; he comes from another world, calls himself the Lord God, and controls the life and death of thousands of people; he can design the most sophisticated and dangerous levels, and seems to be omnipotent.
In fact, he is a picky eater who doesn't eat vegetables, loves caramel sandwich cookies, and can only count to three.
He said he had the ability to control the entire world, but now he can't even go home.
The little devil asked proudly: "Isn't Lili's tail beautiful?"
"Yes, yes, that's for sure!"
"Hehe, if you behave well, Lili can reward you with a tail."
"...That's not necessary." Zhuo Can said, "I think I'm fine without a tail now."
Mianli's eyes were full of suspicion. This human was full of envy just now, so why did he suddenly say he didn't want it?
Zhuo Can couldn't explain that if he suddenly grew a tail, he would never go out again, otherwise he would be on the news.
The child didn't care that he didn't get the chance to help. He just wagged his tail leisurely and was no longer angry.
Such contrast, such contradiction, such illogicality - does all this really make sense?
However, no matter how unreasonable it was, it happened, and it happened to him.
Zhuo Can looked at Kami-chan, who had an angelic face but a devilish heart, whose tail was wagging gradually with a shallower amplitude and whose anger came and went quickly, and he always felt that things seemed more complicated than he had imagined.
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Zhuo Can argued that humans would not accept people appearing naked on the street, and that if they wanted to go to the "supermarket", they had to wear clothes.
Even though Kami-chan really disliked Zhuocan's T-shirt, she had no better choice.
God is under the eaves and has to wear clothes.
Zhuo Can repeatedly warned him that the tail must be hidden well, and it must absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not be exposed or allowed to dangle and be seen by others.
Mianli agreed reluctantly.
The human being consciously raised his arms, and the little fairy floated up and sat in his exclusive arms, feeling proud and confident again.
As they were about to go out, Zhuo Can glanced at the dressing mirror out of habit and suddenly felt something was wrong:
Why is the halo above God's head so obvious?
Wasn’t there just a faint circle of golden light before?
He quickly stopped and looked for his baseball cap; unfortunately, an adult's head and tail are not the same size as a child's. His little face is only the size of a palm, and the hat covers it up directly.
Mian Li took off his hat and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Because... because..." Zhuo Can suddenly had an idea. "Kamisama, your halo is like your tail. Only you have it, and ordinary people don't. They will be very jealous. Humans are jealous, you know that, right?"
Children can't stand provocation. Even if Kami-chan doesn't know anything, she has to say: "Li Li, of course I know!"
Zhuo Can was still fiddling with the buttons of his baseball cap to see if he could make it smaller, when the little fairy suddenly said, "It can be closed."
"What?"
Mian Li patted the halo above his head, like he was patting one of those touch-sensitive nightlights you buy on Taobao. The sacred angel halo, with a snap, went out.
...So this thing is touch-controlled!
The little god refreshed Zhuo Can's cognition over and over again, and the shock almost became numb, gradually turning into all kinds of unspeakable complaints, and even part of it turned into a vague expectation for the next surprise.
Anyway, as long as it can be covered.
Otherwise, he really didn't know how to go out with a child with a halo on his head and explain to others that it was some kind of prop sticking out from behind?
Mianli's little hands naturally went around his neck, urging him, "Let's go."
Zhuo Can took a look at himself in the mirror. His originally pretty and clean face seemed to be much more dazzling now that the little god, who was as beautiful as a mannequin (although not a real person), was next to him.
This is what it means to be a humble and beautiful person, isn't it? Although it's hard to say who is whose pendant.
Everything is ready, let’s go——
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Three pieces of promotional children's clothing, worthy of the little god, so he generously put in his bank card and took him to the best shopping mall in the city.
Unfortunately, the wealthy Mr. Zhuo didn't have a car, so he had to take the Lord God on the subway.
Mian Li had never seen a subway before, so he was so curious that he couldn't stop looking at it. "Servant, is this your mount?"
Zhuo Can's mouth twitched, and he responded improvisationally: "Yes, it cost hundreds of millions and was built specifically for you. Only in this way can it be worthy of your noble status, Kamisama."
Kami-chan hugged his neck and asked, "How many hundreds of millions is that?"
"It's just a 1 with lots of zeros after it," Zhuo Can reminded me thoughtfully, "just like the luck value you set for me."
Mianli understood, but not completely, at least he understood roughly.
"It's specially for me," the boy pointed with his little hand, "Why are there so many others?"
It was rush hour now, and this line wasn't crowded yet. Zhuo Can thought that transferring to the line to the city center would be a nightmare.
He said nonsense casually: "Because everyone wants to see your noble face."
"Li Li is not something that any mortal can see." If this wasn't said by a three-year-old, it would have been a bit annoying. But his next words were even more terrifying, "Let them disappear."
Mianli raised his omnipotent little hand and was about to wave it when Zhuo Can was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
The little god was not joking when he waved his hand. If he really made everyone in the subway disappear, I couldn't imagine if the world would be in chaos after arriving at the station.
Zhuo Can, the warrior who saved the world, quickly stopped them: "Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no, God, please don't, isn't it good to live in harmony?"
Before Mian Li could say anything, a boy who looked like a middle school student stood up and said, "Uncle, please sit down."
Zhuo Can was stunned, not realizing that the person calling him "Uncle" was actually him.
Having never been offered a seat in his entire life, he was annoyed at the child's poor judgment but also a little flattered: "No, no, you sit here."
The boy shook his head, and the old lady next to him also advised: "You are holding the child, it is not safe to stand, sit down quickly, don't let the child fall."
The harm was not for myself.
You've only just started to claim to be a god, right?
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Mian Lisishui also has blonde hair and blue eyes, and with her curly hair, she looks very cute and stands out among a group of Chinese people.
Everyone around looked over, and some even took pictures with their phones.
The little fairy, who probably weighed only a few pounds, was not difficult to hold. Zhuo Can could stand steadily by holding the ring with one hand. However, based on the principle that if you have a seat, you are a fool not to sit, so he thanked him, sat down, and placed the little fairy on his lap.
The old lady, who obviously loved holding her grandchildren and urged everyone around her to do the same, immediately struck up a lively conversation: "This little boy is so handsome. Is he a foreign child? Can he speak Chinese? How old is he?"
"Three years old, can speak."
She smiled with kind wrinkles and came over to tease him: "Good boy, who is this to you?"
Mianli and Zhuocan looked at each other in confusion. What kind of relationship do they have?
Mian Li suddenly had an idea: "It's my servant——"
Zhuo Can covered His mouth with one hand.
People around me cast strange looks at me, wondering how young people educate their children nowadays.
Mian Li glared at him: "What are you doing?"
Every time the little guy questioned this sentence, Zhuo Can would think of the Call duck's "What are you doing?" expression pack, which was puffy, round, and furry. Why not pick out a little duck outfit for him today?
No, that’s off topic.
Zhuo Can lowered his voice: “Kamisama, you can’t call me a servant outside.”
"Why?"
Zhuo Can used the same old trick again: "You are the only one who has servants, and others don't. Humans will be jealous."
Mian Li pouted: "Why are humans so troublesome?"
This aggrieved little expression was so funny. Zhuo Can wanted to ruffle his hair, but he didn't, remembering the lesson he had learned last time. "Aren't humans your own creation? Why do you think we're troublesome?"
Mianli opened her big watery eyes, as if she wanted to refute this statement, but she didn't say it in the end.
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