Chapter 428: Ling'er, You're So Soft......
Ruan Ling's low voice was also eaten by him.
"Aren't you tired this day?" Ruan Ling whispered.
"When I see you, I'm not tired at all. Even if you are tired, I can ask for you. Pei Shu bit her ear and whispered, "Say, I want to have a few times today." ”
Ruan Ling: "...... Not once. ”
She didn't want to alarm Yun Pei and them.
Pei Shu didn't seem to hear it, stripped her clean, and whispered, "Ling'er, you are so soft......"
"Ashu, I still have something to do, don't make trouble." Nguyen Ling struggled.
"Ling'er, I saw a lot of dead people today." He said in a low voice, "I think life is impermanent, and it is God's reward to be with you for a day." I can't waste it, not a day. ”
Ruan Ling quieted down.
In the end, he asked for it once.
When he wanted it again, Ruan Ling quickly picked up the skirt, put it on and ran.
On the way, she used her divine power to dry her clothes and hair, and when she arrived at the Land Temple, her face was still pink, and her eyes were sparkling, and she was extremely beautiful.
Hua Hanxiang is a person who has come over, and she can see at a glance what she did before she came.
She smiled and said, "I thought you were tired from a day and couldn't rest at home." Who knows that you still have the strength to mess around with Little Brother Pei. ”
"Just you talk a lot."
Ruan Ling's face was slightly red, he sat cross-legged on the futon, first absorbed the incense fire power, transformed it into divine power, and then passed it on to Hua Hanxiang for half.
The flowers are fragrant and quietly digesting the divine power.
Taking advantage of this time, Ruan Ling took out his notebook and opened the wishes of the believers during the day.
The wish was surprisingly unanimous, either to seek medical treatment or to ask for protection, not to contract smallpox.
She flipped through the pages.
I don't know when, Hua Hanxiang also came over to see it together.
She said, "You are quite welcome, and the people of these villages have come to beg you." ”
"When people feel hopeless and helpless, they put their hopes in the gods, which is also a kind of faith and emotional sustenance." Ruan Ling whispered, "This is also the meaning of our God's existence. ”
Hua Hanxiang suddenly said: "If you can save this epidemic this time, do you still need to worry about your thousand merit points?" ”
Ruan Ling remembered the merit monument given by Qin Jingrong.
To collect 1,000 points in the shortest possible time and light up the merit monument, the location of the city god is hers.
The current smallpox epidemic has given her an excellent opportunity.
Ruan Ling's heart was moved.
"How about I, I'll help you do it together and take the position of Chenghuang?" Hua Hanxiang said secretly.
"Can you help me?"
"That's right." Hua Hanxiang smiled and said, "I can give you ideas on how to save the people of Phoenix Town on a large scale." You've tried it during the day, and even if you keep busy from morning till night, you won't be able to help many people. ”
Ruan Ling naturally understands this truth.
"If you have any ideas, tell me quickly."
"You are God, and you don't need to do everything yourself." Hua Hanxiang pointed out her misconceptions, "You have to remember that you are a god of grace, not a cow or a horse for mortals." ”
Ruan Ling thought thoughtfully: "It makes sense, continue." ”
"Your identity during the day is just the most ordinary little peasant girl. Naturally, there is very little credibility in what you say. Hua Hanxiang smiled, "This is your pox planting method, why can't you push it out." You'll need to find a few mortals who can make the people believe and let them do it for you. ”
"The chief of each village is naturally the most convincing of the people," Ruan Ling said, "but they don't necessarily believe me." ”