Chapter 61 I Can't
Lu Song is an atheist.
As far as he knew, his boyfriend was the same before today.
To be exact, twenty minutes ago, he thought his boyfriend was the same.
However, now Lu Song was standing in a corner of the living room, watching in confusion as Zhuo Can moved away all the furniture, including the coffee table, sofa, carpet, etc., to clear the floor, and brought out a box of red paint that he had gotten from somewhere, and started painting on it.
He began to doubt his previous understanding again.
Zhuo Can is a traditional science and engineering man with almost no talent for painting, but fortunately he has enough finesse.
Even if he used a tape measure or a compass, he could draw this... uh, this thing that looked like a magic circle to Lu Song, in a way that looked pretty realistic.
A bright red magic matrix appeared on the originally smooth floor. Fortunately, the material chosen by Zhuo Can was not so bright red, but softer, which reduced the weirdness a little.
But that doesn’t mean there isn’t one.
Zhuo Can actually took out another drawstring bag and poured out a bunch of things.
Zhuo Can couldn't help it, so he went over and squatted outside the red circle where the paint had not yet dried to see what was inside.
Dogtail grass.
Dried wheat.
Small wild chrysanthemums by the roadside.
A... red hairband?
It looks like parchment.
There was also writing, but I couldn't make out what it said.
Is that a half-smoked candle?
What the hell is this?
He was worried that his boyfriend might have gone insane because he was too worried about the little fairy's departure.
Lu Song asked cautiously: "Xiaocan, do you know what you are doing?"
Zhuo Can said seriously: "I know, I will summon the person who is needed."
Rather than knowing who that person was, Lu Song wanted to know more: "How did you find this method?"
Zhuo Can said as a matter of course: "I searched it online."
Lu Song: “…”
Forget it, he is not superstitious anyway. As long as Zhuo Can doesn't burn the house down by accident, and this makes him feel better, he will stay with him.
The paint is probably some special material that dries very quickly.
After making sure that they wouldn't stick together, Zhuo Can mixed all those strange ingredients together and put them into a bowl, placing it on the pentagram in the center of the magic circle.
Even someone who never smoked took out a lighter and lit it. For a moment, the air was filled with an indescribable smell.
Zhuo Can was choking and coughing, but he didn't give up. He recited another spell with pinyin analysis that he found on his phone.
"Gibberish... Gulp gulp... cough, cough cough... breathing rapidly!"
Lu Song next to him: "..."
He really wanted to record this and replay it as a dark history at any time.
But when he thought about how hard Zhuo Can worked and how he was doing all these things beyond his IQ limit just to get Xiao Mianli back, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Lu Song decided to help her boyfriend open the window to ventilate the house to prevent the two of them from being poisoned to death.
Then, for a social news story, use a shocking headline like "Shocking! Two men, possessed, perform shaman dances at home to commit suicide for love! Police remind: Do not suppress superstitions, and pay attention to home ventilation."
Thinking too much.
Zhuo Can found five or six versions of those difficult-to-pronounce spells, but none of them worked.
Seeing that the materials were almost burned out, despair gradually appeared on Zhuo Can's face.
Lu Song comforted him, "Let's find the last one and read a longer one. If it still doesn't work, it's not too late to give up - just in case, who knows, maybe the last one will be useful."
Zhuo Can nodded, tears in his eyes.
Smoked.
"Wa la w a la... lu lu lu lu... cough, this stuff smells terrible... boom boom da da!"
With a bang, a puff of gray smoke came out from where the cursed bowl was. Zhuo Can fell to the ground with his butt, and Lu Song quickly protected him.
The two humans watched in shock and fear as the cloud of gray smoke gradually lengthened and then turned into... a human form.
*
White clothes and a mask.
The upper body is similar to that of a human, but it has no feet, and everything below the knees is covered in smoke and floats in the air.
Zhuo Can is very familiar with this image.
After successfully completing all the escape copies in the other world, it was this man in white who took him to the amusement park, where he met the little fairy, and then everything happened.
Their title is God's messenger, their job is horror game employees, and in fact they are Mian Li's nanny.
Later, through the memories of the little immortal, Zhuo Can learned that this group of guys, especially the leader, had been in contact with Mian Li during the six months since he came to the world. Therefore, he was certain that the man in white was Mian Li's most direct contact.
Zhuo Can stood up with Lu Song's help and said cautiously, "Hello, you are... from Mianli..."
The people in white were wearing the same clothes and masks, so he couldn't be sure whether the person who came was kind to the little Lord God.
"Player Zhuo Can." The man stood with his hands behind his back. "...No, not a player anymore. Human Zhuo Can."
Hearing this voice, Zhuo Can breathed a sigh of relief.
She is the one he is most familiar with and the one closest to Mianli.
According to Mianli's memory, the leading envoy of God was named Oreo... no, Oriel.
Olier lowered his head and looked at the red circle he was in, and sighed subtly: "You know this kind of thing is useless, right?"
Although Lu Song had never seen him, he could tell that the two knew each other.
He asked, "If it's useless, why did you show up?"
Olier replied, "I am under the command of God to monitor your movements to prevent you from having any evil intentions."
"God? Xiaoli?"
Zhuo Can shook his head and said softly, "Jiang Xiao."
So it wasn't that they summoned him, but that O'Neill had been watching them all along.
If it weren't for today's farce, they would probably not know until they forgot about the sleeping ceremony that they had been living under invisible surveillance for a long time.
Zhuo Can asked: "Then you show up now to stop us?"
Olier was silent.
Silence is also an answer.
Initially, it was indeed God's will that Oriel was sent to take care of the young god.
Over the years, he has taken good care of the young Mianli, watching him grow from a soft baby into a little boy who can run and jump. The joy of being a father has long surpassed the diligence and responsibility of an employee.
His loyalty certainly belongs to His Majesty, but his love belongs to His Highness.
He came here because he knew that Zhuo Can felt the same as he did.
Seeing that he still didn't speak, Zhuo Can knew that since this man was Jiang Xiao's lackey, it would be impossible for him to help them so easily.
But he is also Mianli's guardian who is like a father and a brother, and he must have a longer-lasting sympathy for the little god than himself.
Threats are useless. You have to appeal to their emotions and reason with them.
Zhuo Can drooped his eyelids, looking very haggard: "Actually, I called you here just to ask how Lili is doing."
"Your Highness, living by His Majesty's side, is naturally much more comfortable than living here with you." Olier looked around and said arrogantly, "You really have nothing here."
Zhuo Can: “…”
Even though what he said was true, why did he want to punch him so much?
The humble rich man Lu Song couldn't help but frown: "So you came here just to show off your superiority?"
"'Show off'?" O'Leary's voice was steady. "Don't define me by the base emotions of human beings."
"Maybe He is being taken care of better," Zhuo Can asked, "Is He happy?"
In a place without caramel cookies, cartoons, building blocks and dolls, cats and friends, and even love - can Mian Li be happy?
This is what Zhuo Can cares about most.
If Kami-chan was happier in the temple than here, he wouldn't have to force himself to go beyond human limits and fight against the gods to get Mianli back.
O'Neill didn't respond immediately, obviously stumped by the question.
Lu Song had already developed a tacit understanding with her boyfriend and immediately followed up, "If you can't even guarantee the little deity's mood, how can you say that he's living a better life there? How do you define 'better'?"
O'Leary obviously didn't want to argue with them, so he turned to Zhuo Can and said, "Human, listen carefully."
Zhuo Can became inexplicably quiet.
Although he was wearing a mask, Zhuo Can seemed to feel that pair of deep eyes were staring at him.
Olier said word by word: "I will not take you to see His Majesty."
"That--"
"I will...arrest you for trespassing into God's territory."
*
God's royal garden is covered with stardust flowers.
There is no distinction between day and night in the temple, but places outside the temple, such as this garden, still follow the schedule of sunrise and sunset so that plants can grow better and more naturally.
The Stardust Flower lives up to its name, resting during the day and blooming at night.
When the flowers bloom, thousands and thousands of bright spots of light appear, contrasting with the night sky and becoming stars in the world.
During the day, the flowers are in a light sleep and become translucent.
Surrounded by this hazy sea of flowers, a little child was playing with a ball alone.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't just one person. Ten meters away, there stood a row of divine messengers who were even more upright than the steadfast tin soldiers.
They were not allowed to talk to Him or move rashly, so for the children, their presence was almost the same as their absence.
The only one among the gods who could play with Him was Oriel, but Oriel was not here today and no one knew where he had gone.
The young Lord God secretly used the channel to look for the other party, but his perception was very vague.
O'Leary responded: Please be patient.
Well, everyone always makes Him wait.
Cancan asked Him to wait until he got off work;
Teacher Min said just wait a moment and your brother will be here;
Oriel told Him to wait until the work was done;
God the Father wanted Him to learn to wait and grow.
The three-year-old Mian Xiaoli is best at waiting.
The ball that the little fairy was playing with was not the common leather ball in the world, but more like a elastic bubble.
If you hit it hard, it will bounce back; if you hit it lightly, it will float away like a small boat.
A child, a ball, and a quiet garden, from sleeping to blooming.
There was no one to talk to.
This was the most ordinary day since the little god learned to walk.
As we were playing, something suddenly obscured the sky and blocked out the sun, as if night had fallen early.
Mian Li raised her face happily, threw the ball aside, and even turned around, bent down, and waited in the best posture.
The huge white bird folded its wings and descended, accurately grabbing the collar of the young god with its fiery red beak, and with a light flick, the child landed on its broad neck.
"Bubu~!"
Mianli rolled around happily among the down feathers, finally there was someone to play with him.
After confirming that the young god was seated, Kabuka opened his mouth and started talking non-stop: "Sorry, sorry, little prince, I didn't mean to be late. I was planning to come here a long time ago, but Feifei insisted on dragging me to Beiming halfway. He said that he hadn't recovered his original form in too long and needed to absorb the divine power of the Tianchi Lake. Hey, what does his recharging have to do with me? I said I wanted to play with you, but he actually started fighting with me! Oh, little prince, you don't know, pelicans love to eat fish the most, so that guy has no chance of winning against me, you know for sure..."
It babble babble babble, talking non-stop like a machine gun, and it doesn't feel tired at all.
While speaking at length, it did not affect the flying speed, and it carried the little fairy over many places.
Imperial Garden.
Temple.
Bedroom.
Holy pool.
A paradise for sleeping rituals.
Then there is the sky above many sub-worlds.
In the past, Mianli would feel helpless about the overly enthusiastic Peng, but with the experience of getting along with the ragdoll cat Zhizhi in the real world, he also knew how to get along with such talkative creatures: just let it go in one ear and out the other.
The other places they passed by could still be identified, until they passed a dense, icy and snowy forest in the sky. In the center there were no trees, but a... vortex.
It is at least several kilometers in diameter and stands out in the forest, making it very eye-catching.
It was spinning counterclockwise, and the air around it was shaking.
No wonder there are no trees here.
Flowers, plants, trees, anything else, if it gets close will be crushed to pieces, right?
Mianli spends most of his time in his own paradise, rarely going anywhere other than the forest or the temple or the garden.
It was a rare opportunity for him to catch a glimpse of the edge of the forest, and it was the first time he saw this huge whirlpool.
Mianli raised his hand. Even though they were so far away, he could still feel the natural barrier there.
The little god has a very strong sense of perception. Generally speaking, there is nothing that he cannot see.
This vortex is an exception.
He couldn't feel what was inside, but instead felt inexplicably palpitating.
He patted Kabuka, who continued to chatter, and said, "Bubu, what is that place?"
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