He looked at Lin Qianqian for a long time, feeling the sound of her breathing, the girl's face was ruddy, there was still some dust on the tip of her nose and forehead, the clothes she was wearing were also a little tattered, and he felt a trace of blood from her.

She's hurt?

Can you still be so lively when you are injured?

Can you touch him all over?

He sneered three times, stared at the girl's face, slowly retracted his head, and learned Lin Qianqian's movements just now, stretched out a hand, the bones were long, and he could see the pale cyan veins, and touched the tip of the girl's nose.

Then he slid down, his thumb rubbing against her lips, his index and middle fingers slightly hooked on her chin, and the movements were very light, like feathers floating gently in the air.

"Hmm......" Lin Qianqian made some slight noises, pursed her lips in her sleep, as if she was babbling.

The girl was asleep soundly, and His movements did not wake her.

There was a dark light in his eyes, and he remembered that this girl was not affected by her own momentum, she seemed to recognize the wrong person, and remembered the eyes she had seen before, and the emotions in them were so warm and fascinating.

It was a pure, admiration, adoration, dependence and love look, so how did he choose?

"Trespasser ......"

"Believers ......"

He muttered a few words, and he withdrew his hand, his long sleeves hanging at his sides, his thin back looking from the side, as if he were a cardboard man.

If Lin Qianqian is awake now, then he can see his lower body, showing a void, only the upper body is in a condensed state, which can be touched, starting from the hem of his clothes, he will gradually disappear from this world.

This matter, he had just noticed it the moment he transformed into a human form in front of Lin Qianqian.

In the past, the only believers would regularly send sacrifices to Him to maintain his demeanor so that he could absorb enough energy to not dissipate between heaven and earth.

The gods are born of human desires and greed, condensed by the hearts of men, worshipped, admired, and needed by them, and from them, the gods absorb enough faith as nourishment to strengthen themselves, and correspondingly, the gods will also manifest and accomplish the things that human beings need.

This is what humans call a miracle.

But gradually, with the development of science and technology, human beings themselves are becoming more and more powerful, and they can do many things without relying on the gods.

So, humanity abandoned the gods.

These human beings have discarded the gods they worshipped, and the gods have no nourishment, and their strength gradually declines, until the last believer leaves him, and then that is when he really disappears from this world.

How long did He live?

Bai Yu began to think about it, it was too long, too long, and I couldn't remember it clearly.

How long ago was the last time a believer came to offer sacrifices?

How long?

I can't remember this either.

I just remember that it was a long, long time ago, the believers were old, gray-haired, and He felt the breath of impending death in them, and the believers prayed for a longer life.

The offerings brought on that occasion were rich.

But he was so weak that he had eaten the sacrifices, and had absorbed enough of the power of faith, and fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up again, he did not know how long it would be.

They're probably annoyed.

Annoyed that He didn't come to the miracle.

So, cast Him away.

The god had been asleep for too long, and if it weren't for the girl who suddenly broke in today, he would have continued to sleep, and sleep, until he dissipated into the world in his slumber.

God the Father is weak right now.

I guess the movements he made before had already used up most of his strength.

Wan Wan hadn't slept yet, he watched Bai Yu descend from the shrine again, watching him make those movements, and the aura that flowed from his body, these omens all indicated one thing - this god was weak.

That's right, this courtyard is so desolate, it is estimated that no one has come for decades, and the gods are not the same as the Father, they exist because of human greed, desire, and human hearts, and they need human offerings.

So, when even their own believers have abandoned their own gods, it is undoubtedly pitiful and pathetic, they are being abandoned by their own believers.

Then he died out in this world.

【God the Father......】

Wan Wan looked at the god who was surging with a desolate meaning all over his body, and unconsciously was infected by him, what kind of mood was that, would he be unwilling to disappear from this world?

After all, God the Father is a fallen god now.

But what can the fallen god do, the only difference is that he feeds on human desires, greed, and all other unpleasant emotions.

Wan Wan looked at the black mist that emerged from Bai Yumei's heart, and sure enough, these pollution were also affecting this fragment.

The god, the white elm, looked at the beautiful sleeping face of the maiden, the light under his eyes was dim, and the fire danced in his green eyes, and something called desire grew in it.

I need believers.

One would be fine.

- Can you become my believer?

I will bless you.

Will fulfill all your wishes, so you can become my believer?

I need you......

……

The next day, when Lin Qianqian woke up, Bai Yu had already turned back into the statue, she first said goodnight to the statue, and then beat her sore back and legs, and after feeling that her legs had regained her senses, she went out to find some fruit to eat.

There is no way, all you can eat here is the fruit.

Lin Qianqian sat on the edge of the shrine, nibbling on the sour fruit, with a bitter face, complaining to Wanwan.

[Wanwan, I slept so hard last night, and I woke up feeling very sore all over. 】

I can't stretch it at all, it's so uncomfortable.

I really want to sleep in a big bed.

[Qianqian, Bao, I want to tell you something. 】

Then Wan Wan told Lin Qianqian about Bai Yu's appearance last night.

At the same time, he also said the current state of Bai Yu.

Lin Qianqian used a small amount of brain capacity to extract the two most important sentences from so many words Wan Wan.

[So Wanwan, do you mean to say that Bai Yu has no believers, so it is going to disappear from this world? 】

[Yes, God the Father is weak now, and in this world, God the Father is the last god, but now the last god is also because the human race has disappeared from this world. 】

"That's not going to work!" As soon as Lin Qianqian heard the news, she spoke directly, she turned her head to look at the god who was quietly waiting in the shrine, and his smile was so soft.

White elm cannot disappear.

"White Elm."

If you disappear from this world because you have no believers, then I will be your believers.

Lin Qianqian stretched out her finger, touched his sleeve, looked at the statue's soft and compassionate smile, stunned for a few seconds, and then smiled.

She bit her lower lip, leaned her head in, slowly closed her eyes, and kissed the god's forehead, her crow-like eyelashes trembling slightly.

With just a little light, Lin Qianqian opened her eyes, and her voice was stubbornly serious.

"I'll be your believer, don't you disappear."

The light in the girl's determined eyes was so dazzling.

"May the gods favor."

The bright golden sunlight shone from behind the clouds, and the originally gray and silent courtyard was slowly shrouded in light from this time, inch by inch, enveloped by that layer of gold, and gradually became vibrant.

The words fell, and a gentle wind blew.

It was completely different from yesterday's strong wind, like a gentle wind blowing through a mountain stream and carrying the smell of grass.

The wind outside blew in, blowing through Lin Qianqian's exposed skin, the statue flickered with light, the red cloth silk hanging around fluttered in the wind, and the bells hanging under the eaves were ringing in the wind, showing an easy-going and warm appearance.

Before Lin Qianqian could carefully observe this change, a low and pleasant voice suddenly came from her ears.

"At your request, my believers, the body is immortal, the faith is immortal, and I will grant you all the favoritism of the gods."

The wordless pact is made at this moment.

The god hugged the last believer from behind, and he kissed the girl's hair, and the figure gradually solidified at this moment, and the beautiful green eyes were tender, and the color of the blood-red robe gradually faded.

My last and only believer.