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"It's the kid. ”

"He's different. ”

"You care about him. ”

After-class evaluation from the gods.

The blonde and blue-eyed god was crooked in the seat, the wide chair with red velvet cushions, which could be used as a two-seater sofa, the god's tall body could not fully lean in, and his legs were bent on the golden armrests, and the solid muscles made the delicate and beautiful openwork armrests a little overwhelmed and weak.

The Son looked back at him, and saw the depth in the blue, If the calm sea, all the turbulence is hidden, the original owner does not know what this god is thinking, he does not know, maybe it is an essential form of improvement, after becoming a god, he has a complex human nature of seven emotions and six desires, it is not so easy to judge his attitude from the surface.

"Yes, he made me a little concerned. ”

The Holy Son, who shared half of the divine power of the gods, was cultivating spiritual power, and achieved certain results in a short period of time, even so, he couldn't use these powers to find out that Camille was wrong, then, otherwise, this kind of "care" was really a kind of fate, otherwise, his level was too low to see through the other party's "disguise" or something else.

I wonder if the gods who are more powerful than themselves will see any difference?

"Oh, Fez, you're going to break my heart, are you going to leave me? Do you think that kid can become a god, or do you want him to replace me?

The gods raised their hands and held their hearts, as if their hearts were so painful that they couldn't help themselves, and the pretended lamentation was eager to sing the last one, "The one I love doesn't love me", making a huge contribution from the gods to the theater industry.

His voice is actually very good, his appearance, ignoring the part under the neck that does not match it, is also good-looking, such a person, there is no problem with being a protagonist on stage, but...

Sure enough, you can't expect him to be serious for a moment.

The Holy Son gave the god an elegant look, and was ready to bypass this "roadblock" and go outside for a walk, even if he had to deal with some specific affairs in the temple, it was much better than following this nonsense.

"Dear Fez, you're right, I should train some believers with my heart, then, according to what you said, I will go to the next course..."

The words of the gods still have frivolous elements, but they still let the Holy Son stop, glanced at them from the corner of his eye, got a wink from the gods, and suddenly darkened his face, this is not serious, it is really...

The affairs of the temple were divided by the Son, and people were so accustomed to the high of the gods that it seemed that all the tribulations of their lives were before they became gods, and after they became gods, they could indulge at will, and any specific affairs were more than agents willing to get a piece of the pie.

The original owner did the same kind of agent work before, the difference is that he is forced by the pressure of his life and has to do it, while others are driven by interests.

Obviously, the latter is more autonomous and more motivating.

Now, instead of doing those daily tasks, the Son has returned all of them, the part of the faith, to the gods.

Among them, the specific division is not less related to the gods, and the gods who evade work are normal gods, diligent or something, impossible, never possible.

The gods would rather waste their time in their slumber than think of the benefits they can obtain for the sake of believing in his dependents, and guide them to live better.

In this respect, the gods are like lazy employers, who don't care if their subordinates starve to death as long as they are fed.

And the power of faith, before becoming a god, is still very critical, after becoming a god, if you want to further improve, the power of faith required is too large, almost an impossible task, at least not a task that can see the results in a short time, it takes a long time to ferment and accumulate, and it is not urgent.

At such times, the daily bits and pieces seem to be less important, no wonder the gods are always a little careless.

The reason why the Son divided the task of education is that the gods can personally teach their own die-hard fans, oh, loyal believers, in fact, they don't have to go to class every day, and habits are naturally less precious.

The frequency of a class every once in a while is just right, and as for how long this period of time is, it still depends on the gods' own intentions.

The laziness of the god of life made this time quickly go from once a month to once every two months, and then to once a year, and its rarity was comparable to that of God's birthday.

God's Birthday is still presided over by the Son, and this kind of celebration seems to be the same every year, like a traditional festival, the gods were not present before, at most the statue is lit up, in response to the prayers of the people, to set off the festive atmosphere.

After the redivision of the Son, the gods would occasionally attend, hidden in the temple, and still make a little noise to respond to the crowd as in previous years, but they would also show their heads to see how popular they were.

The Holy Son, who was originally presiding over the festival, refined his work and let an excellent priest be the host, and gradually retreated into the background.

After a few years, you will be able to watch the festival from a high place with the gods.

There are many programs on God's Birthday, and there will be all kinds of street parades, and the most anticipated every year, in addition to the tall and mighty knight escort of the temple regiment, is only the Oiran parade composed of those flower sellers in the neighborhood where the beggars live.

The women in all kinds of beautiful clothes know how to show off their charm and charm, and there are also girls who are as pure as flowers, and the style between mature women and girls also makes many people follow their footsteps around the streets of the city.

Some people will follow their footsteps, others will watch on a fixed route, the windows facing the street are open, many people peek out of the windows, others will scatter flowers all over the sky, and occasionally a handkerchief or a lace or something like something will be thrown down, and some will throw out their hats and cheer.

It's a city-wide.

From the heights, you can see that the whole city comes alive because of this, and every street is like a blood vessel, and the people who walk on it are like flowing blood, converging in some places and dispersing at a certain street intersection, circulating and interweaving.

The children of the temple will also gather in the crowd to participate in such a grand event, they are dressed in white clothes, like little white doves, mingling in it, like scattered white flowers, pure and beautiful.

The Son saw one of them at a glance, Camille.

He was also in the crowd, standing closest to the high platform, in previous years, the Holy Son would stand on the high platform to preside over God's birthday, and he didn't need to do much, except to say two words like "God's birthday begins" and "pray like God", but this year, the Holy Son is not ready to go.

"That kid looks at you like you've been betrayed, don't you really have any stories I don't know?"

The gods were a little mindful, but they seemed to be just teasing.

In fact, he wanted to say that he was already condemning with his eyes, so why didn't he just give it up? With his nature, if someone betrayed him, he would definitely be abandoned by him.

The child's attachment was not like asking for an answer, but more like trying to get people back.

That's it, the child's eyes are still indifferent when he looks at him, there will be no hatred like seeing a rival in love, and there will be no other emotions, and many times, compared to the god of life, the child behaves like an emotionless god, the kind of cold god who only deserves to be a statue.

Even the god of death, no, even the god of winter, would not have behaved as lonely as he did.

"What else did you find?"

The Holy Son didn't follow the other party's words, if it goes on like this, maybe he can make up a fate, this god's brain is always on love, maybe it is more suitable to write romance, maybe he can be a god of love in the future.

"Do you want anything? You like that kid too! I should have seen that the way you look at him is different every time, full of bright light, you never look at me like that, sure enough, Fez, don't you love me?"

The god who can hold five hundred ducks by one person has already started a new round of lamenting performances, and the theme of deep resentment has always been very fond of him, and he can always perform a whole scene by himself, without any supporting scenes.

The Holy Son brushed his sleeves and left, and he really owed himself a word to the gods!

How many lessons from the past, why do you always not have a long memory, and you have to take a stubble?

After the Holy Son left, the god took a step forward, raised his hand and waved his hand to Camille, who was looking at this side, as if to greet everyone, and the crowd in the audience who found the god's action broke out into a roaring cheer, the sound was surging, and the little boy standing in the front row seemed to be about to crash on the reef, and he felt like he was about to capsize at any time.

The deep blue ocean defies the smallness of the waves, how can it be matched by such a weakness?

Moreover, in the past few years, he has never seen any inclination and attachment from the other party, so maybe he can't walk the path of the gods, then, the holy son who will only accompany the gods will still be his holy son.

Thinking of this, the god grinned, and his white teeth seemed to glow, inexplicably giving people some sense of relief.

Camille looked up, the near-direct sunlight was too harsh, and even so, the white teeth made him feel unpleasant. A certain meaning, no words, no eye contact, was still revealed from that performance, and he felt the unhappiness of being offended.

Something seemed to be flying through his mind, making his face show some pained looks, and Camille, who was crowded by the crowd and almost attached to the high platform, quickly couldn't maintain the posture of looking up, and while retracting his gaze, he also calmed down a lot, and no longer fought with childish eyes, and seriously thought about something, something very important.

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Not that believer. No other spoilers. It's a tragedy.