"Can such a cruel restraint be formed?" Hearing this, Joan of Arc said with some reluctance: "Although I am no longer a human being, I still know very well in my heart that people's attitude towards God is actually very indifferent, except for a very few fanatical believers, the vast majority of people have an indifferent attitude towards faith at all. If everyone around him believes, then he will follow, and if others don't believe him, he won't believe it. ”

"That's it. Heluo said with a depressed expression: "At the beginning, it was very cool, but with the wind and rain in successive years, the number of creatures who believe in us in this neighborhood has decreased year after year, and our strength has become lower and lower, and it didn't take long to be so low that it was not even as good as before we became gods." ”

"You wishing power gods still have some surreal power, right?" Ling Mo interjected: "If the number of believers becomes smaller and smaller, you can show your divine power in front of those ignorant villagers and help them realize their wishes, won't they believe in you again?"

"Helping believers fulfill their wishes? This is the last way that religion can take!"

Before Heluo could speak, Joan of Arc directly rejected Ling Mo's proposal, seeing Ling Mo's expression a little unhappy, Joan of Arc explained: "Mr. Ling, you don't engage in any religious activities, and you take this aspect for granted. Fulfilling a wish, at first glance, is a shortcut that can make believers die for you. But in fact, there is a very limited amount of time that can be sustained by this kind of dead heart! Human desires are endless, and God has fulfilled a small wish for them, and he has gained the power of his own desire. However, this will give rise to a great desire for God to expend more of his wish to fulfill, which will eventually lead to God Himself not being able to make ends meet, and entering a vicious circle of terror. ”

"That's it. Hero nodded, affirming Joan of Arc's statement: "That's what we did in the beginning, and we fulfilled the wishes of some people, and they went back happily, and our wishes were greatly improved." But it wasn't long before they came back again, kneeling here and praying for our other gifts, and even the wives of the house wanted us to send them to them. How can we have a wife to send to them? We're not married yet!"

Hearing this, Ling Mo pondered for a while, and had to admit that what these two professional gods said was very reasonable, on non-professional issues, Ling Mo never recklessly, and when he saw that his thinking was wrong, he asked very humbly: "Then if this road doesn't work, what other way do you have to guarantee your faith?"

"If you don't believe in God, you will be punished by God. Talking about this question, Joan of Arc was obviously a little ashamed, probably she herself felt disgusted by this practice, but she still said very seriously: "It is better to show grace than to show power." He may not be grateful to you for the favor you have given him, but he will be afraid of you if you bring him suffering. ”

"Find some typical examples, clean them up badly, and let others see what kind of fate they will end up with if they don't believe in God, and naturally the believers will be like clouds. If you give a few small favors every once in a while, then some people who are not sober will forget what they have suffered and become fanatics, defenders, and then they will spontaneously help you expand your religion. ”

"......" Listening to Joan of Arc talk eloquently and talking about his work experience, the corners of Ling Mo's mouth twitched, and after a long time, he gave a thumbs up, and praised with a smile: "It's really a good way, or you gods can play." ”

"I'm telling the truth," Joan of Arc said, not defending, but continued, "It proved to be very effective, and our obedient sect grew rapidly. After reaching a certain base, this matter will run spontaneously, and you don't have to worry about it at all. ”

Ling Mo shrugged, saying that it didn't matter, and then said to Heluo, "Did you hear that?

"We already know this method," Heluo was very disdainful: "It's just that we are the god of harvest, how can we do these harmful things? What is the difference between this kind of behavior and the devil? ”

Hearing this, Ling Mo couldn't help but look at this cat-eared girl who claimed to be a god, and felt a trace of respect from the bottom of his heart, he turned his head and sneered at Joan of Arc:

"Look at the ideological consciousness of other people! Look at your obedience to the sect, what are you all about?"

Joan of Arc turned her head away and ignored him.

Ling Mo didn't care, and he didn't continue to say anything to stimulate Joan of Arc, he just turned around and asked Heluo, "Looking at your situation just now, you don't even have the desire to maintain basic freedom of activity, this is already very serious, isn't it?"

"There are more than a few left. Helo said with some embarrassment: "To tell you the truth, there is actually only one of our believers left." ”

"One?!" Joan of Arc exclaimed, "Doesn't that mean that as soon as this believer dies, you will also disappear with it?!"

"Probably. Although he was talking about such a serious matter, Helo's expression obviously didn't care much: "And we can also sense that the flame of life of our believer has also begun to flicker and flicker, and it will probably die soon......, right?" Forget it, don't talk about these boring things, aren't you looking for something to do with us? Tell me something, we'll go to bed when you're gone!"

"This ......" Joan of Arc hesitated for a moment and said, "If I find you some believers now, won't you die?" Tell me the steps of the ritual, this man next to me is running a live broadcast, and he is very popular, so it should be easy to ......."

"Don't come, we're not a rare believer!" The cat-eared girl crossed her hands on her hips and said very angrily: "A long time ago, we only had one believer left. If we wanted to be believers, we would have left here many years ago. With our flower and moon appearance being playful and cute, isn't it easy to find believers?"

"Then why are you ......?" Joan of Arc said halfway through, and suddenly he didn't know how to ask.

Helo smiled mischievously, and the three big tails wagged: "Many years ago, we were still quite panicked about the fewer and fewer of our followers. But then I slowly looked away, and in the end, I even felt that it was also a very romantic thing to perish with my last believer? Think about it, when our last believer came to the end of his life, and we also perished under the twin trees of Suara, turned into points of light and returned to Io's arms, hehehe, it was like a poem of peace and happiness!"

Hearing Helo's open-minded words, Joan of Arc didn't know how to continue persuading, the atmosphere was silent for a while, and in the live broadcast room, a large number of sailors had already volunteered:

"Kneel and beg how to believe in cat ears... No, the god of harvest!"

"Great harvest god, I want to be your believer!

"Cat-eared Niang has always been my greatest faith in this life!God Heluo, please give me a chance to believe in you!"

"Such a beautiful and lovely Lori... If the god of harvest was with me, I would have licked her up a long time ago...... No, it's a letter to the death!"

"My belief in the God of Harvest is pure and pious! I have no complaints even if I am trampled under the feet of the God of Harvest!"

"Stepping on you is a reward for you, that dead pervert in front!"

"A bunch of goblins with brains, do you think the gods of harvest are rare for you?"

"That's it, you're going to heaven with your last believer, what are you doing all the fun!"

"Maybe most of the gods in the world are as pure and kind as Helo, right?"

"This 'majority' obviously does not include the god who obeys the sect! It's a pity, how can such a holy white lotus flower as Miss Joan of Arc be inserted in the cow dung of the obedient sect!"

"You know what, it's called mud and not stained!"

"Just now, when Helo talked about his last believer, the smile on the corner of his mouth was not so much talking about his own believer, but talking about his lover!

"I'll tell you responsibly! Helo's eyes are unrequited! She must like her last believer, but the other party may not like her!"

"I think so...... It's hard to say whether the other party knows this or not!"

"If that's the case, then isn't this cat-eared goddess too pitiful?"

"Why is this world so cruel? Why can't good people and gods like Joan of Arc and Helo have a good end?"

"I don't think there's anything to be sorry for, at least there's someone else Harrow can like. Teacher Ling is really pitiful, looking at his diary, I can't help but tear a handful of bitter tears for Teacher Ling!"

"The depth of love, the depth of love!"

Looking at Mr. Ling's essays, I feel that Mr. Ling must have had a hard time over the years. ”

"Missing is more bitter. ”

"Bullshit! It's full of people who eat thunder monitor lizards in different ways, and I think the thunder monitor lizards have a more miserable life!"

At the same time, he left a message: No wonder the Warcraft textbook was revised six years ago, listing the Thunder Monitor Lizard as an endangered and protected Warcraft, and today I finally found the reason!"

“233333333......”

"Watching the live broadcast for so long, it's the first time I've seen Teacher Ling so flustered, and I took the book away with a swish, and I inexplicably feel that Teacher Ling is a little cute, not as far away as before!"

"One page 'wants to kill her', one page 'wants to kill her', I suspect that the next page should all be 'miss her'!

"@凌师娘, wrong, @凌默女友, how do you feel when you see your husband love you so much?"

"Same as @Lingmo's girlfriend. ”

"Water friend 'Ling Mo's girlfriend' rewarded the anchor with a shadow feast! At the same time, he left a message: Hey, I'm sorry. ”

"I wiped it out really @ out!"

"Shocked Master Ling's own figure!"

"Master Ling, Master Ling, is Teacher Ling so cute when she is in love with you?"

“......”

Seeing that the content of the discussion in the live broadcast room was getting more and more crooked, Ling Mo couldn't wait to smash that damn demon-eyed elf immediately, in order to divert the attention of the water friend, he hurriedly asked Heluo: "If you don't mind, can you talk to us about your last believer?

"Eh, is it so easy to see?" Helo covered her face with her hands, a little shy, and then whispered: "Actually, there is really no complicated story between us and him, just an ordinary acquaintance." He wasn't originally from a nearby village, but came here with a team, and judging by their clothing and temperament, they all belonged to the category of researchers, right? ”

Then they went on research in the village, and he was a little out of place with the members who liked to wear white coats, and he was always alone and very melancholy. Once he walked around the village and came in when he saw this altar. At that time, we were already very weak, there was no tribute, but he religiously made offerings to us, and every few days after that, he would come to visit us on time and bring us delicious tributes. ”

When he visited us, his gloomy expression would always calm down slowly, perhaps because he liked this calm, and then he simply moved his research materials over, and used us as a laboratory, and studied it day and night. Since then, he has rarely gone out of our house, and we have been with him for at least twenty-three hours a twenty-four hours a day. ”

"Speaking of which, I'm not afraid of your jokes, in fact, we have never spoken to him, every time he silently worships, and then I sober up from the state of the sculpture and silently eat up the tribute. We haven't had any communication with him, and we can't understand his experimental materials, but his work is very serious and attractive, and after a long time, we are inexplicably happy and like him. ”

Occasionally, he would go crazy, sweep all the materials on the table and the objects on the test bench to the ground, shout like crazy, write some inexplicable words on the paper, and then tear all these words into pieces, which looked very scary and painful, but we don't know what he was suffering, we can only feel sorry for him silently. ”

"The last time he went mad and was writing those words on paper, we heard someone outside the altar shouting something like 'it worked' or 'finally made it,' and then a bunch of people poured into our house and cheered and forcibly dragged him away. ”

"Later, a few more people came and took all his things away, and cleaned them very cleanly, except for the piece of paper with strange words written on it, which we secretly hidden, because it was not for the sake of researching materials, and those people did not find it. We haven't seen him since, and we don't know anything other than that he's alive. You can only think about things and people by that piece of paper. ”

As he spoke, Helo reached out and touched his big fluffy tail, took out a very well-preserved piece of paper, and showed it to Ling Mo and Joan of Arc. The faces of the two changed at the same time, and they saw that on this piece of paper, it turned out to be the familiar blood-red printed text, which was exactly the same as the font and style of the words on Pamela's ragdoll bear!

"What is hope? It's a prostitute! She's so charming to everyone that you give everything to her, until you sacrifice so much of your treasure, your body, your mind, your soul—she abandons you, and never looks back. ”