She lowered her eyes and didn't move.

The proprietress of the dumpling shop shook her hands as if she was dipping dumplings in chili sauce, dipped a little blood and swallowed it.

She was like the man in sackcloth before.

Heal instantly and recover as before.

There was no joy on her face, she looked at Xi Zhuo for a while, opened her mouth, and finally didn't say anything, and disappeared into the crowd.

The blood on her body stained her robe red.

Beads of blood dripped to the ground and blossomed into demonic flowers.

"High priest, you see, this is the person you are desperately guarding, when you are happy, you are happy to push you to the god's position, and when you are unhappy, you can be pulled off the altar in an instant."

"Whether you are a god or a demon, it doesn't matter to them......"

"What matters is whether it's valuable."

The young man took out a clean and white embroidered handkerchief, gently wiped the blood on her arm, and his movements seemed to be extremely merciful and gentle, and then threw the embroidered handkerchief down at will.

Soon there was a crowd of people.

Like a hungry wolf, he snatched the blood-stained handkerchief.

In the end, the winner took it in his mouth.

Sucking, blood stains on it.

There seemed to be countless tigers and wolves around him, and their eyes were full of desire and greed, like wild beasts, with only the most primitive desires/hopes for survival and food.

"Their selective ......"

"Forget what you've done."

"They only need one reason to use a butcher's knife against you for their own selfish interests......"

"High priest, do you think such a group of people ......"

"Is it really worth protecting?"

Ji Zhuo still didn't move, the power in her hand continued to convey to the enchantment, she didn't seem to hear what the boy said, like a god statue, standing there forever.

The boy stood beside her with a smile.

His eyes are as gentle as the spring breeze in March, but he is cold-eyed and looks at everything that is absurd and cruel in front of him.

The people around him didn't move when they saw him.

The courage is getting bigger.

and she who could not get over that hurdle took only the blood that dripped from the ground, or the blood that was on the hem of her garment, and took it.

And the wounds on her body will eventually scab over.

There will always be someone who will not hesitate to plunge the dagger into her.

The dagger is stained with blood.

There was new blood coming out of her.

Blood was gushing.

Her power is also constantly output.

It's like it's endless.

The boy didn't mind her ignorance, his eyes were stained with tender pity, and he approached her and whispered, "High priest, why bother? ”

"You don't deserve to suffer these ......"

"It is really not worth ...... to suffer these sins for the sake of a group of ungrateful and selfish people"

"You have the compassion of God and Buddha in your heart."

"But this doesn't make any sense at all, whether it's a god or a demon, it all depends on the words of others, if others are satisfied, you are God, and if others are not satisfied, even if you pay more, you will be pulled off the altar......"

"So ......"

The young man slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to pull up a strand of hair under the corner of her sideburns, but he was opened by Ji Zhuo's hand.

Ji Zhuo finally looked back at him.

His eyes were dark and his gaze was cold.

The young man smiled, unconcerned about her indifference, and then continued to speak, "So, high priest, why do you cling to becoming a god? ”

"You're a demon in your bones."

"Why do you torture yourself like this?"

The boy's voice has a demagogic connotation.

There seemed to be a moment of confusion in her eyes, she was originally extremely determined, doing a good job in the position of her patron saint, but she always felt that there were hands one after another around her.

To push her into the abyss.

These hands belong to the believers she guards.

Why bother, what's the point?

She put herself on the throne of God, doing what only God would do, how pretentious and selfless.

But she wasn't a god in the first place.

She is also an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who wants to live well.

It's just that later, after seeing too much suffering, the compassion that rose in her heart made her can't help it, and she hopes that more people will not suffer those sufferings and live well like her.

She doesn't feel like she's a demon in her bones.

But he knew that he was not born a god.

She was not born to give everything she had for thousands of people who had nothing to do with her.

What point does she have, I'm sorry for these people, if it weren't for her, this world would have been annihilated in the vast cosmic desolation.

But all these things have passed so long.

Except for history, no one cares to remember.

"High Priest, Not Worth ......"

"Really, it's not worth ......"

"High priest, your strength is extraordinary, you should be admired, you should be willing to give alms, someone should be grateful to Dade, Dou Mien is promoted to hatred, you have paid too much......"

"No one will remember your efforts......"

"Everybody took it for granted."

The boy's voice was gentle and bewitching, and he whispered in her ear like a lover's whisper, full of pity.

"Look at these people now......"

"Isn't that a living example?"

"Now, aren't they just looking for an excuse, so they take it for granted that they will kill you by hurting you?"

"They're just a bunch of selfish maggots."

"High Priest, they are not worthy of your protection......"

Ji Zhuo's figure shook, her face was a little pale, and at this time, another person stabbed the dagger into her body.

She slowly turned her head to look.

looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces around him.

There are timid street vendors, and Ji Zhuo has easily dealt with the bullies who bully them......

There is a poor girl who can't sell flowers, and Ji Zhuo once bought the flowers she was about to wilt......

There was a child who wanted to eat candy, Zeng Tiantian called her "sister", she smiled and bought candy and squatted down and handed it to him......

She had infinite enthusiasm.

To love this group of strangers.

For thousands of years.

No matter how difficult or peaceful, it has never changed.

"You are so good to them, but they have never taken it to heart, as long as the disaster comes, they can easily leave you behind, how can such a group of people deserve to have a guardian saint?"

"High Priestess, you have been doing a good job."

"They gave up on you......"

The young man stared at her tenderly, "Since they have all given up on you, why do you insist any longer?" ”

"It's better to return to the most authentic you."

"Take off the shackles they put on you, the gods and Buddhas, be a person who makes yourself comfortable and happy, and let go of these useless ......"

"Abandon these who give up on you......"

"Do something more meaningful......"

"High Priest, do you know?"

The young man suddenly stood in front of her, saluting with his hands to his heart, his expression pious and respectful, and the flying insects in the sky were silent for a moment, as if they were willing to look at her horse.

"You were born to be king......"

"As long as you want, the gods in the sky can only look up, your boundless power."

"As long as you want, the divine realm will be prostrate at your feet."

"Whether it's a god or a demon, the winner has the final say, as long as you trample the divine realm under your feet, you are ......"

"The only god in the three thousand worlds."

"All living beings can only rely on your light."