The demagogic voice echoed in my ears.

She didn't reply to him yet, she just raised her head slightly, looking at the sky, the crisis that could destroy everything was outside the barrier, and the only barrier was in her hands.

She sensed someone approaching with a dagger.

Probably her wound had scabbed over again, and no more fresh blood would come out.

She didn't seem to notice it all along.

"High priest, stop it."

"They treat you like this, isn't it because they have mercy on you, they know that you will not hurt them, so they dare to hurt you unscrupulously......"

"Dou Mien, don't the high priests understand the truth of the promotion of rice hatred?"

"It's you who indulge them."

Ji Zhuo smiled slowly, "Probably......"

She looked at the formation in front of her, the light in her eyes, flowing with the blood in her body, and her hand slowly retracted.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and something seemed to crack in his heart.

"Sister High Priest."

A crisp and simple child's voice appeared behind her.

Ji Zhuo was slightly stunned, feeling a little familiar, and slowly looked back.

The skinny little girl, timidly tugging at the corners of her patched clothes, her cheeks were a little dirty, but her eyes were bright.

"Aoi-chan?"

Ji Zhuo thought for a while, and then remembered her.

This is the little girl who invited a bowl of dumplings to the dumpling shop before.

Both of her parents died, and the temple took care of her.

She herself is also very diligent and well-behaved, and often goes to help others do some small work.

Very flattering little girl.

He looked at her with lowered eyes, and there was no gentleness in his eyes, only a faint ridicule and coldness

At this time, appeared in front of her.

What else could it be for?

There was a chill in his heart, and in the selfish and dirty eyes around him, the things that he held on to in his heart sank into the abyss little by little.

She looked up at the dark clouds and sneered and withdrew.

But he paused at the moment when he was about to regain all his spiritual power.

She felt a faint warmth coming.

Someone gently hugged her.

Ji Zhuo looked at it in a daze.

The little girl hugged her tightly, her body trembling slightly, and a low whimper came.

Skinny and small, pitiful.

Ji Zhuo was a little puzzled, and asked in a dry voice, "What are you crying for, what do you want, I'll give it to you......"

"Sister......

The little girl's voice was choked, and she hugged her so hard that those who wanted to get close to the blood were not able to do it.

It was as if she wanted to protect her with her thin body.

Ji Zhuo looked at her expressionlessly for a moment.

I wanted to reach out and push her away.

The little girl suddenly raised her head, looked at her with tears full of tears, and fell into tears with a slight blink, immature and crying voice, which made her stiff.

"Sister, are you in pain?"

Ji Zhuo's heart trembled, and his expression was in a trance.

Seeing that the barrier was about to be broken, she looked at the little girl with tears on her face, and subconsciously injected her power into the formation to maintain this last barrier.

Sister, are you in pain?

This sentence echoed in Ji Zhuo's mind.

The wounds on her body came with pain that she had been deliberately ignoring.

It hurts, of course she hurts.

She's also human, she's just like them, she's flesh and blood.

The cold knife cut through the skin and bled out.

How could she not be in pain?

It's just that she can't seem to say that it hurts all the time.

Once upon a time, she was a god in the eyes of all.

How can a god cry out for pain and weakness?

Now, she is a sinner in the eyes of everyone.

How can a sinner be qualified to cry out in pain?

No one ever cared if she would be tired or in pain.

Everyone thinks of her as King Kong's incorruptible body.

In the long run, she also got used to it, thinking that she wouldn't hurt, that she had no weaknesses, and that she was invulnerable.

Obviously a mortal body.

But he regards himself as a god, and wants to purify all sentient beings.

Struggling in adversity, finding light in despair.

Forever in the dark and muddy abyss, with blood-stained hands, I lifted the haze, looked up at the skylight, let the hardships and bumps grind and grind, and stood trembling with my legs.

Forever standing, never falling.

But sometimes, she is really tired and hurts......

And who cares?

"Sister."

She looked at her with her eyes down, and saw her take a piece of candy out of her pocket, and tried to stand on tiptoe, stretch out her hand, and hand it to her.

"Sister, eat a piece of candy."

"It doesn't hurt to eat a piece of candy, really, when I went to carry something for others, I was pricked in the hand by a wooden thorn, and it hurt so much that my tears flowed out......"

"Then I'll eat a candy."

"If you eat a piece of candy, it won't hurt......"

The little girl's moist eyes were full of tears and sincerity.

The ghost made the god bow down, and let the other party carefully put the candy she didn't like into her mouth.

Tender hands, sweet sweets.

The little girl smiled at her, as innocent and brilliant as a spring flower.

The rich sweetness slowly melted in her mouth, as if it turned into a healing force, flowing into the limbs, repairing the rift in her heart little by little, and lighting a lamp in the ashes.

Sweet in the mouth, shimmering in the heart.

"Sister, does it still hurt?"

Ji Zhuo smiled back and touched her head, "It doesn't hurt." ”

She looked up slightly at the sky, and the power in her hand continued to be output.

She chuckled and thought, at least until the sweetness in her mouth had gone.

She could hold on and stand here.

The young man watched from the side, rarely without speaking, but there was a strong interest in his eyes, quite ill-intentioned.

"Sister, I still have ...... here"

The little girl pulled out another handful of candy from her rag pocket.

I couldn't wait to hold it to her, as if she could eat more and it hurt less.

"Thanks, one is enough."

Ji Zhuo smiled, touched the top of her hair, and was about to withdraw her hand and concentrate on maintaining the formation.

She retracted her gaze, and she was going to be her savior.

Suddenly, I felt a pain in my thumb.

She stiffened, and she suddenly didn't dare to turn her head to look.

But she could feel what was happening.

The more she didn't look at it, the clearer her feelings became.

She felt a pair of warm and tender hands, holding her hands, and the tender fangs bit through the skin of her hands, as if something was flowing from her.

She heard a whimper and felt the warmth of the tears falling on her hands.

The little girl cried again.

Ji Zhuo opened his mouth, and his throat interfered with it and he couldn't make a sound.

She hasn't cried yet, why is she crying?

What does she have to cry about?

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give you all my sugar, I'm sorry, Xiaokui is sorry for you, Xiaokui really doesn't want to die......"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry ......"

"Sister, can you forgive Xiaokui......

After all, she turned back and saw the tears on the little girl's face.

The little girl's voice was simple, but the corners of her lips were stained with her blood.