Chapter 66: Light Prison
They walked for a long time in the thick milky fog.
At first, you can vaguely see the scenery on both sides. Even if it is desolate, there are at least some weeds.
In the end, I couldn't see anything clearly. Everywhere I looked was fog, even my feet were hidden in the fog.
A fog with no end and no boundaries.
It's like a barrier leading to another time and space.
Mianli didn't really care where they were going. After all, the world he created using the crystal cube left by his Father God was a hundred times stranger and more bizarre than this one.
But it was nothing that Mian Li hadn't seen before.
The problem is that the little god is very delicate and gets tired after walking for a while.
When He first came to this world, He was never willing to walk on the ground.
How could the noble Lord God be stained by the filthy dust? That was absolutely unacceptable.
Later, as He became more and more familiar with human life, He slowly began to be willing to measure the world with His feet - provided that the world had beautiful scenery.
The place we are entering now is nothing but white fog, so how can we bother the gods to walk there personally?
If Cancan was here, he would have noticed that He was unhappy.
Mianli hinted and hinted several times that she wanted a hug, but O'Neill in front of her kept pretending to be stupid and didn't even turn his head.
The little god was very angry and sat down on the ground, refusing to leave no matter what.
Once again, O'Neill walked quite a distance before realizing that Mian Li had not caught up with him.
There is simply no way to deal with this spoiled little thing.
He muttered, "What kind of parents raised their children like this?" and stood far away, arms folded, and asked, "Does it have to be held?"
"Of course." Mian Li nodded seriously and asked, "What did you just say?"
You can hear it from such a distance, your ears are quite sharp.
O'Neill flatly denied it: "I didn't say anything."
Of course, you can only keep your complaints in your heart.
The big and the small were in a stalemate for several minutes, and finally Olier surrendered.
No one can defeat a small god. This is the law of the universe.
Olier returned to his original position, picked up Mian Li as easily as catching a chicken, and let Him sit on his broad right shoulder.
Mianli had never been held in this position before, and she shook her legs curiously.
All pounded on O'Neill's chest.
Fortunately, he was strong enough, thought O'Neill. If he were like the skinny human next to Mian Li, he might have been beaten to a cough.
Mian Li held his head and said, "Why not just 'whoosh'?"
The "whoosh" he mentioned is similar to teleportation, which is an inherent ability of the messenger of God.
It is suitable for scenarios such as taking away offending players in the tower, and catching the picky Lord God who is trying to escape.
There was an indescribable uneasiness in my heart as my head was being clamped.
O'Neill's tone was slightly tense: "That takes a lot of energy."
"strength?"
Yes, strength.
Strategically speaking, he is still in an important and fragile recovery period.
Although teleportation is not a big deal, it is still a way to increase revenue and reduce costs, and save wherever possible.
He would not and did not need to tell the children these things.
Oriel was annoyed by the beating of God's little feet, so he changed his position and let God ride on his neck.
Then he grabbed His feet with both hands and said in a warning tone, "Don't move."
Mianli was unusually obedient.
Without the kid who is literally holding us back, we can move forward much more efficiently.
After walking for a while, the thick fog finally showed signs of dissipating.
Mianli sat high up and could see far away - the outline of something extremely huge gradually appeared in his field of vision.
At the same time, there is 360° surround sound.
Crash. Crash.
Mian Li covered O'Rourke's eyes.
The messenger slammed on the brakes and said in a somewhat stiff voice, "What are you doing?"
God's hands are too small to cover an adult's face.
But He pressed hard, causing his eye sockets to hurt.
Few people would know that this was a sign of the young god's nervousness.
The tender child's voice coming from above my head was no longer as innocent and lively as it was at the beginning. Now it was as weak as a stream.
“…You’re not O’Leary.”
The sleeping ritual theory.
Discovered once again, "Ollier" chuckled and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Mianli bit her lip and said, "O'Leary doesn't call Lili 'dear'."
In fact, there are many other loopholes that He has not discovered.
But this title left the greatest doubt in His heart.
In fact, Mian Li was not quite sure what "dear" meant. No one had ever called him that, whether in the other world or in this world.
God the Father called Him by name.
Ruirui, Huihui, Zhizhi, Taotao, and Teacher Min all call him Xiaoli.
Lulu and Jiajia called Him Lili.
As for Cancan, the names he called out were all kinds of things: Little Sugar Bean, Little Fairy, Kamisama, Kamisama... He himself couldn't even count them all.
In short, no one ever called Him "Dear."
I have heard Ruirui and Huihui say this to each other.
What does that mean?
In any case, the loyal and strict messenger of God, Oriel, never shouted like this.
There are only two ways to address Him: either in His presence, respectfully address Him as "Lord God";
Or, in front of God the Father, call Him "Your Highness."
From the time of His birth, or rather the time when Oriel came to take care of Him, until now, the Messenger of God has not changed his name.
I haven’t even called Him by His name, so how could I change it to “Dear”?
Mian Li couldn't explain what the change of name meant, but God's intuition told Him that this was not O'Leary.
"Ollier"'s disguise was exposed again, so he simply stopped pretending.
He pulled the child off his shoulders and threw him into the air.
The black light was like chains, tying up Mian Li and leaving him floating in the air, unable to move.
Mian Li opened his eyes wide and saw that the visitor had "transformed" for the third time in just a few hours.
From a dependent ordinary human, to a familiar divine messenger in white, and now to his true, original - unfamiliar appearance.
He had said before that O'Leary's darkening was not an illusion, this person's skin was indeed dark.
He is tall, with handsome features and an imposing bearing, which is extremely oppressive.
His arms, abdominal muscles, and even his calves were covered with wild tattoos.
One of them extended to the side of the neck, making the scar on the jaw more obvious.
The scar was crooked and twisted, showing the extent of the injury, as if someone had split it open.
Even if the wound has healed long ago, the scar left behind will not disappear and will still be hideous and terrifying.
The scar is indeed noticeable, but it is not the person's most distinctive feature.
On his head, there is a pair of dark red horns.
Dark skin, red horns.
Black and red, such a vivid color combination.
If Mian Li knew it, he would be able to tell at a glance what kind of creature it was that had this unique mark.
But the little god was too well protected by his father god and the gods' messengers. He had never seen "other" people, nor heard any rumors about them.
"O'Lil" smiled sinisterly at Mian Li, who seemed to be frightened silly.
"Little darling, scream as much as you can, but no one will come to save you."
*
Mianli vaguely understood that he was being kidnapped.
Before the panic, the little god had a strange feeling of indifference: Cancan, O'Leary, Feifei, Father God, this guy... it seemed like anyone could take him away.
Anyone with magic or without divine power can rob him easily.
This god has no face.
Soon, the brief numbness after the stress fades and the child's fear takes over again.
Mianli curled her lips, and tears instantly welled up in her caramel-colored eyes.
These tears did not flow down His cheeks, but floated into strings of transparent beads under some strange effect of the black light prison.
He probably hadn't thought of his lines yet, so he didn't speak and just cried loudly.
This is even more terrifying than screaming "broken throat" "broken throat".
Zechariah's head ached from His crying.
He hated many creatures, such as greedy humans, stupid bears and elephants, cunning dogs, and roosters.
Among all living things, Nanta hated children the most.
Especially - especially children who are crying with tears and snot running down their noses, screaming and rolling around.
Be thankful, Zechariah thought, be thankful that you are the Son of God, and I am keeping you for a use, otherwise I would have killed you long ago.
Kidnapping the young god was indeed much easier than he had imagined. He had thought that Mian Li would be surrounded by various expert bodyguards and that he would have to put up a tough fight.
Unexpectedly, by disguising the male human a little, I was able to handle everything that followed smoothly.
He prepared and sharpened the butcher knife, but ended up killing a chicken. He felt a little lost.
For example, right now, the child is trapped in a dark prison, crying breathlessly: "Get out, Lili wants to go out..."
He didn't even plan to try to escape from prison himself, he just cried and left.
At this moment, Mian Li held the "fence" in both hands. The light beam that could have burned any powerful creature and even made the hellhound retreat was unable to cause any harm to the young god.
Of course, the little one couldn’t break free.
Zechariah watched with mixed feelings.
His light prison was once used to imprison the most cruel evil spirits, making any god or demon tremble in fear, but now it is used to imprison a defenseless child.
I always feel that it is similar to using a half-meter thick chain used to tie up wild animals to tie up a puppy that is only a few months old.
As the saying goes, it's better to use a butcher knife to kill a chicken, but Zechariah did not feel that he was wasting his talents.
The fact that he couldn't be hurt at all was a testament to this.
After all, this little thing is the Son of God. Now he is crying so hard that he has no time to fight back. God knows if he will suddenly burst out with some power after he calms down.
Humans are not trustworthy, and gods are even less trustworthy.
He claims to be fair and noble in the world, but in fact he is full of lies.
Zechariah fell once due to negligence, and he would not fall again.
He rubbed his ears and said coldly, "It's so noisy, could you please stop howling?"
Now that the truth has been revealed, there's no need to act like a gentleman.
He really didn't want to talk about the process of observing and learning from that weak human being in a different identity.
How could such a foolish human being who is nice to everyone make the young god stay willingly?
Zechariah didn't figure it out.
However, if I had known that it would be so easy to kidnap the young god, I would not have pretended to be a good person.
He is not a good person at all.
Mianli was stunned.
He is the Lord God, the only son of the God of Gods, with the power of life and death, and is above all others.
No one has ever dared to be so rude to the little god, let alone be mean to him.
Zechariah breathed a sigh of relief. If he had known that yelling could stop a child from crying at night, he should have been more aggressive from the beginning.
Unexpectedly, after being stunned for a few seconds, Mianli opened his mouth and cried several decibels louder, reaching the sky.
Zechariah: “…”
Damn, that was a mistake.
He has many unique skills and abilities that others can't imagine, but coaxing children is definitely not one of them.
He was too lazy to talk nonsense with Mianli and directly added a layer of sound-isolating membrane to the light prison.
Now all I could see was the child crying inside, and I couldn't hear any sound.
The world is at peace.
*
Zechariah continued to walk forward, and the light prison automatically followed behind him like his tail.
The previous thick fog had almost dissipated, and what appeared before us was an endless, spectacular blue-to-black landscape.
……ocean……
The crashing sound they had heard before was the scream of the endless waves crashing against the rocks.
As for the outline of that huge monster, it was a giant cruise ship that was 400 meters long and nearly 100 meters high.
At first glance, it looks like an isolated island, half submerged in the black sea.
Looking closely, the bottom of the boat was not in contact with the sea water.
That's right, it doesn't float on the sponge, but floats in the air.
——A true ghost ship.
It was called a cruise ship, but in reality, not only was there no gorgeous decoration or complete facilities, there wasn't even a single light on the entire ship.
Lonely and dilapidated, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.
In fact, it does.
No one had visited it for hundreds of years, and the young god was the first visitor.
When the light prison also arrived at the location, the vast fog completely disappeared behind them, and the road they came from disappeared without a trace.
From a certain perspective, this place is indeed a barrier isolated from the world.
Zechariah finally smiled his first genuine smile of the day.
This ghost ship is his masterpiece. It originally had many fancy decorations, but he threw them away one by one. It took him hundreds of years to transform it into its current appearance.
I am satisfied, but no one praises me.
It was rare for outsiders to be around, so Zechariah turned around to see the child's reaction.
Mian Li was indeed so shocked that she stopped crying. She sat in the cell, holding onto the bars with her hands, her mouth opening and closing as she mumbled something.
Zechariah couldn't hear a word.
Mianli raised his hands and gestured hurriedly, as if he wanted to tell him something very urgently.
Zechariah was skeptical and removed the soundproof light wall.
"Your boat," the child's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity. "Lili has one too."
Zechariah had never suffered such a great insult.
A three-year-old kid actually told him that he had a boat that was exactly the same as the masterpiece he had spent hundreds of years modifying.
Who wouldn’t be angry about this?
Zechariah didn't want to pay attention to Him at first, but Mianli was obsessed with this accident and had to show it to him.
He folded his arms and watched quietly to see what tricks He could come up with.
The light prison actually has limited space, but fortunately the young god is small, so there is still space to cast spells.
He spun his hands in the air as if kneading a ball, and then a ball of pale golden light really appeared.
At first there was chaotic light, the jitter gradually became smaller, and finally it became a clear picture.
A small boat made of light particles swayed gently in Mian Li's hands.
Zechariah took a closer look doubtfully, and found that it was exactly the same as his own, just a miniature version.
...How is this possible?
His ship had never been shown to outsiders. He had built it all by himself, from conception to construction. Moreover, this place had been isolated from the outside world for hundreds of years, so it was impossible for the blueprints to be stolen.
Why is there an identical ship in Mianli? !
Zechariah's face darkened. "You took one look at it and tried to fool me with something similar. Little boy, you really underestimate adults, don't you?"
Mianli was unconvinced: "This is Lili's boat!"
He held the light in his arms and said proudly, “This is a gift from God the Father!”
When Zechariah heard the word "Father God," he subtly raised his eyebrows.
He did not ask, “Who is your Father God?” but rather, “When did it happen?”
For the three-year-old young God, this little boat has been with Him for more than two years.
It has been there for as long as He can remember.
It’s just that the little god has no particular preference for ships. He owns all the strange and wonderful things in the world, so naturally he doesn’t care about this one.
If he had not suddenly seen the version of the boat magnified countless times before his eyes, he would have completely forgotten about this boat.
When the child didn't answer, Zechariah repeated, "Why would your Father God send this to you? Where did he get it?"
Mian Li imitated him, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a baby voice, "Do you know my Father God?"
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