"Is this newborn a boy or a girl?" Xiaobai observed Su Mingan.
"The Rin tribe was in an unformed state at first, and it wasn't until they confirmed their own significance that they took human form," Hui Bai said.
"Come on, drink quickly." Xiaobai took out a bottle from somewhere and put it close to Su Mingan's face.
Su Mingan was shocked and quickly backed away as if he was avoiding a fly.
"Don't they say that newborns like to drink milk?" Xiaobai glanced at the bottle and asked Huibai, "Since he doesn't drink milk, give me some."
"I don't have this function yet." Hui Bai smiled gently: "In a sense, you are his mother. His blood essence is from the previous generation of the Lin clan, and his heart blood is given by you. I am just a supporting role."
Su Mingan felt the power of his body. Even though he was an artificial Lin, he still had the blood of God and was favored by the world. He could feel the great potential of this body, like a mighty river.
…
“Ding Dong!”
[You have gained the third perspective: "Rin Clan Perspective." ]
…
The third perspective was unlocked just like that.
Hui Bai stepped forward and said to Su Mingan gently: "In order to let you understand human nature and become a better person as soon as possible, I will let you experience some of the memories of others to help you understand this world."
Su Mingan blinked.
...The problem is, he is not a real newborn, he is possessed and does not need to realize anything. He already understands everything in the world.
"Should I look at your memory or my memory?" Xiaobai asked Huibai.
Hui Bai thought for a moment and said, "Mine. My memory is more like that of an ordinary person, which is suitable for a newborn child to understand human nature."
Hui Bai took out a memory lens and put it in Su Mingan's hand. The lens contained Hui Bai's memories.
The moment Su Mingan got the Drama Memory Lenses, he felt the scene before his eyes change drastically. It was a feeling of emotional resonance.
…
Kritchens, Kritchens.
You said divination. Instructions from higher-dimensional beings.
And then who is engraving this silent motto into the bone marrow.
Knights, Redeemers, Orderers, Singers, Angels and Roxas.
Birth, the sun, the flame and the eye.
When St. Feliude welcomed the first rays of new life,
Look up.
I use the blue moonlight to write about the unknown and vastness of the universe.
You gave me eyes and peace through the dawn.
Thousands of midnights.
You molded a star out of dust and mud.
Nancy practiced asceticism for three thousand nights,
Sighs and songs of God's coming,
The hymns of blessing spread all over the world,
Pray for blessings and grace.
…
Your surname is Hui, your name is Bai, and you are an only child.
You were born on a rainy night.
You are an ordinary child, you have parents who love you, and your family is harmonious. Although you are not rich, you can barely survive by starving.
After you were born, the village made a longevity lock for you and hung it around your neck. On the chain was the emblem of the Mother Goddess of Light, which means a bright life, good health, and eternal happiness for all eternity.
"Huibai, hold your mother's hand and don't get separated by the crowd." On this day, your mother held your hand.
The village was filled with the sound of drums and gongs and the bustling crowds of people. As a young child, you watched all this curiously. Every year's sacrificial festival was so lively.
You feel strange -
Why do people love gods so much? They kneel and worship them. Even though they can barely afford to eat, they still want to gild their statues.
"Huibai, you must fear God. God has a kind heart. We will be honored if He remembers our piety..." Mom tells you this.
You blinked.
You see the high priest dancing on the altar, carving incomprehensible words on the stone slabs. People kneel down to pray for a good harvest, year after year, but the barren land cannot grow a full ear of wheat, and the Mother Goddess never glances at them.
Some people died of hunger and were buried hastily. Golden bread was left to rot on the altar.
——Is the glance of the Mother Goddess more precious than human life? Are those empty words more useful than bread?
Kral from the village died. He was starved to death. He was lying on his bed drooling, begging the Mother Goddess to look after his sick daughter. But a few days later, his frail daughter also starved to death because he had given all the rice to the Mother Goddess.
On the day of the sacrifice, everyone was laughing. Kral's name was like a blade of grass on the roadside, invisible to everyone.
You feel a strong sense of confusion at this moment.
It seems that, in this bustling and fanatical faith, you are the only one who doesn't fit in.
…
When you were ten years old you met a gray girl.
With long pink hair and glass-like eyes, she squatted quietly in the wheat field, like a motionless scarecrow.
"Who are you?" you ask.
The girl looks at you silently, and at that moment, you seem to see the surging river.
"I'm observing..." said the girl.
"What are you observing? The scenery?" You look up: "Today's sky is indeed beautiful."
You thought the girl was just observing the scenery.
But the girl's extremely clear eyes seem to tell you that she is looking at something else.
"Are you from another village? What's your name?" You sit next to the girl.
"I don't have a name," the girl said.
Her expression is always calm, like a glacier that never melts all year round.
You are happy to help her have a name: "How about you call yourself Xiaobai? Take my name."
Girl: “Whatever.”
You: “Where are you from?”
Girl: “Anywhere.”
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