Before becoming a god, Xiao Bai always felt that gods had no such thing as emotions and that they were absolutely rational and calm. However... that was not the case, at least not for Xiao Bai.
He has emotions, which are very rich, and he is not calm. He will be impulsive from time to time. In other words, he is just a mortal who has gained great power. Xiaobai felt very disappointed when he realized this.
If you had no emotions and were absolutely rational, you wouldn't be prone to making mistakes, and you wouldn't be obsessed with things like torture by gods. Unfortunately, it backfired.
Under the influence of the Death Priest, Xiaobai's heart was filled with negative emotions, mania, anger, explosion, uneasiness, depression...
His eyes were filled with blood, and Xiaobai kept struggling. He didn't want to sink into these negative emotions, let alone slip into the ranks of evil gods. There were still so many beautiful things in the world waiting for him to experience.
As he struggled, the color of his eyes kept changing. One moment it was clear, and the next moment it was full of blood. It was very frightening. The momentum of the gods also seemed to be overwhelming. This was not a good thing.
Xiaobai is in the grassland, and once his momentum explodes, he is telling the grassland gods: There is a heretic god here, and people who are stupid can be bullied, so come quickly.
Xiaobai's unstable momentum alarmed the red-maned fierce horse. He explored his consciousness from the totem space and observed carefully. He is now Xiaobai's servant god. You must be careful when observing this kind of behavior of your master.
It would be great fun if Xiaobai misunderstood.
Xiao Bai was in a bad state right now, and he didn't have the mind to think about so many things. He didn't even notice the prying eyes of the red-maned horse. He was just trying hard to resist the invasion of the Death Priest.
To be honest, it is not easy to resist. The priesthood of death is a destructive priesthood, while the priesthood of life is a creative priesthood. They are completely opposite and exist in opposition.
It is easy to destroy but difficult to create. In addition, Xiaobai always likes to use the simplest method to deal with problems, making it even easier to be tempted by the Death Priest.
On the way to the tent, Xiaobai's body was trembling slightly, and his body kept exuding the aura that no one should enter. Yingman'er, who was accompanying him, was frightened. She knew that her master was a strong man, but she didn't know that she was a strong man.
The owner turned out to be so terrifying, just the aura exuding from his body almost made her suffocate.
Fortunately, Xiaobai has always been under control, and the terrifying aura has always been maintained within a small range. Yingman'er can feel it, but other tribesmen are unaware of it.
Yingman'er followed Xiaobai into the tent and watched Xiaobai sit on the ground with his head lowered. The terrifying aura on his body became even stronger. There was a faint murmur in the air.
Screams, howls, whines, fighting...
Even though Yingman'er didn't know much about the gods, he still knew that Xiaobai's current state was not good. It was too weird and abnormal.
Xiaobai gritted his teeth, and his teeth made a "squeaking" sound, which was very harsh. His throat twitched and he let out a low growl.
He was like a wounded beast. He was sick and in pain, and could only bear it alone. Yingman'er looked at Xiaobai's appearance, and suddenly she was no longer afraid, but felt sympathy.
Once upon a time, she was like this too. The wilderness was a savage place. People all looked after themselves and were selfish. They never cared about the life and death of others. If others died, they deserved it. Maybe it would give them a chance to win.
What's the chance of living?
In a place like the wilderness, you can't rely on others, you can only rely on yourself. The relationship between everyone is more about interests and survival. Yingman'er has long seen through the so-called "freedom", which is just a lie.
It's just a group of people who are afraid of change and are deceiving themselves.
She was once in agony because of illness and cried bitterly because of injuries. What did I need at that time?
Yingman'er kept recalling and looking for the feeling at that time.
Ah, it's a hug. I want someone to hug me and give me a warm embrace. It seems that it can alleviate the pain and pain and let me know that I am not alone, so I can relax.
Looking at Xiaobai, Yingman'er's eyes felt tender for the first time. He was also in pain. Did he also need a hug?
The aura on Xiao Bai's body continued to rise, covering the entire tent, as if a biting cold wind was raging in the tent.
Yingmaner's body was trembling, but her expression became softer and softer. She pursed her lips and thought about Xiaobai as she took steps hard.
Walking in Xiaobai's breath is a test. Only those with a strong will can move forward hard. The closer to Xiaobai, the deeper the breath, the greater the fear, and the more difficult it is to walk.
Ying Man'er felt the biting coldness, but did not stop and slowly approached step by step.
It's close, it's close! Wait, I will be by your side soon.
In the short distance of a few meters, Yingman'er felt as if she had walked for half a century. It was very long and painful, but she finally arrived at Xiaobai's side.
Slowly squatting down, Yingman'er opened her arms, carefully hugged Xiaobai, and placed his head on her chest, letting him touch the softness and listen to the sound of her heartbeat.
When people are in trouble, sometimes all they need is a tight hug.
Xiaobai's eyes had been closed, and his body was shaking constantly, as if he had been thrown into the snow with no shirt on.
His consciousness has fallen into darkness and is temporarily silent. This is a last resort because he is even more afraid of being tortured by gods. Once he becomes an evil god, God knows what he will do.
He would rather his consciousness sleep than become an evil god. He cannot become an evil god. Are there any knights out there who need me? There are also those Samsara tribesmen who rely on me. There is still a vast world waiting for me. I still
Want to go home!
So, sleep deeply. Even if I sleep for a hundred years and wake up again, I will still be me.
Xiaobai admonished himself and tried his best to let his consciousness fall asleep.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard a sound.
"Plop, plop, plop"
Smooth, powerful, with...warmth?
Why does the sound feel warm?
What the hell is this? It’s so loud that it can’t let anyone sleep?!
Xiao Bai's sleeping consciousness began to wake up. He wanted to see where the sound came from, and he also wanted to listen to the sound carefully. It was so beautiful, like fairy music.
His consciousness began to rise, and a white bright spot appeared above his head. As long as Xiaobai rushed out, he would wake up.
Accompanied by the sound of his heartbeat, his consciousness seemed to surface, and in Yingman'er's arms, Xiaobai suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes blood-red!