He wanted the little fat boy to follow Him.
Young children have His favorite scent.
Pure and flawless, as clear as a new birth.
After the little fat boy refused, he wiped his tears and said: "I am the only one my father has. If you trade me for him, he won't be able to survive."
1002 looked at the Spirit of the World and vaguely guessed it from His squirming figure.
He said, "No discussion."
That's what I mean.
The dreamlike scene disappeared in an instant. Looking at his suffering and weak father, the little fat boy felt helpless and his heart ached.
He has the title of a god, but he can't save his father once.
How could the self-blaming fat baby know that he had already saved her once.
The emperor was nearly unconscious, but his strong desire to survive kept him hanging on for a breath. He murmured, "My son, my son."
The little fat boy couldn't help but pinch his own hands, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"If you don't save him, I will let the whole world be buried with him."
Funny enough, this sentence was told to him by Wu Zhonghe.
Otomo told him that when he was born, Emperor Mingxi said that everyone should be buried with him.
The little fat boy knew what this sentence meant. For a child with a pure heart like him to say such words was completely contrary to his original self.
1002 looked at his ever-increasing value, just like the big brother's urge to destroy the world when the little fat boy was on the verge of death.
The little fat boy has such great luck that it is so great that he can be called a god.
It's not impossible for him to destroy the world.
What a stubborn father and son.
1002 thought, this kind of love only highlights his selfishness.
He also has another origin, which is the origin when the main system was created in 1002.
The eldest brother has many secrets. During the last treatment, he exhausted the energy of the branch's main system and had to seek help from the main body.
However, the essence in him is not ordinary, and taking it out will definitely make big brother better.
Unfortunately, Tong can no longer accompany Zizi.
1002 looked at the pitiful cub and resolutely took out his own origin, letting the eldest brother replace Tong and accompany you to move forward.
My cub.
There are fifty great ways, and forty-nine are derived from heaven.
There is still a glimmer of hope.
When 1002 finished writing his last words, the newborn world spirit unexpectedly agreed.
Although the fat boy's fierce threats were somewhat effective, his instinct told him that this person must be saved.
That is the instinct of this world.
The spirit of all things is not born out of self-salvation.
He was calling the little fat boy, and in exchange, the little fat boy had to help him save many people.
The vitality in him—the transformation of his emotions—must be shared with Him.
Lifespan is difficult to accumulate, and it has to be divided again and again.
Although 1002 found the terms unacceptable, the little fat boy agreed to them without hesitation.
Even a little relieved.
Yes, for the little fat boy, it is possible to save his father without harming the people.
He is the only one who is tired, so shouldn't he feel lucky?
A bit of the origin was given to Emperor Mingxi, and he will slowly repair his wounds and recover.
"Father, you can still live." The little fat boy looked at his weak father and gave a soft and innocent smile.
When His Majesty heard this, he pulled the bed hard with his hands and gasped heavily: "He-he-"
Unable to speak, tears began to flow from those clear eyes.
Don't agree to other people's conditions, don't trade yourself for them.
Dad is not worth it.
"Go to sleep." The little fat boy stood up and tucked the quilt into him. He knew that all his father needed was time to recover.
The vibrations outside had stopped, but there were still many things waiting for him.
There are many burdens on his small body, but he doesn't feel that they are burdens.
He went to meet the court officials.
Everyone looked at the young king and felt a little pity for him as his father died when he was only four years old.
Seeing that he is almost soaked, I am afraid that the mountain will collapse tonight.
The little fat boy sensed everyone's emotions and said, "Father will not die."
This sentence made everyone dizzy, and several ministers clenched their fists in anger.
Your Majesty, are you playing tricks on them again?
I die every day.
A cold gaze stared at them, and they saw ice in those clear and innocent eyes.
They are truly father and son, they look so alike.
Several people lowered their heads dejectedly.
The little fat boy looked away indifferently and asked everyone for their rules and countermeasures.
Everyone did not treat him as a child and treated him with great respect.
Regardless of whether His Majesty is still alive or not, this person himself is no ordinary person, he is a god!
The little fat boy sat seriously in his father's seat, listening to the words of his ministers.
It wasn't until this moment that he understood.
It's lonely at the top.
"Follow me." The little fat boy walked down the jade steps and asked everyone to go out.
I don’t know if there are any aftermath outside, but there seems to be countless dust particles in the air, constantly drilling into people’s nasal cavities.
Xuandian Store seemed to be separated from this space, as if it had not been affected by the disaster.
The pampered court officials were unwilling to go out, as who knew if they would die outside.
The little fat boy was the first to stand outside. The howling cold wind blew up his messy hair and the sky was full of dust and sand.
He choked and coughed.
But he didn't take a step back.
"The people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the least important. Don't you remember?" Childish words, mature aura.
"How can you, standing in the palace, consider the people whose lives are in danger?"
They are all men of courage, loyal to the emperor and patriotic.
How can I bear hearing this?
They stepped out one after another, and were blinded by the flying dust.
To the little prince who remained calm.
Everyone's expression became solemn, and they felt a genuine admiration for the monarch.
With the help of 1002, the little fat boy discussed disaster relief matters with everyone in an orderly manner.
His far-sighted actions saved Dazhao from countless losses.
It was not until this moment that they realized how ignorant they were to compare themselves to gods with their mortal bodies.
The little prince is a god, and everything he says and does makes sense.
At this moment, their belief in the little fat boy even surpassed that of Emperor Mingxi.
The little fat boy issued many decrees to them and then dismissed everyone.
"Aren't Mobei and Da Chu laughing at us for being stupid? Now I want to see what they have to say!"
"I also want to build a longevity temple for His Highness." Everyone looked at the person who spoke. He was the one who jumped the most excitedly before and asked His Majesty to take back his order.
The old man blushed and coughed lightly, "How can it be the same?"
When the little fat boy saw that all the ministers had left, he relaxed his body.
"Ding Ding, am I really awesome?"
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