"Actually, I know you won't leave with me."
Xiaobao took Zheng Liu and sat down next to the small table, pouring a glass of water for Zheng Liu.
This was the first time Zheng Liu sat down to drink water in Xiaobao's room. Usually they would go straight to the topic as soon as they closed the door.
"I have converted to the God of Light now, but he said he wanted to take me to the polar night land in the north. I didn't want to go alone, so I thought of you."
"A place of extreme night?" Xiaobao has never heard of such a place.
Zheng Liu nodded, "The Land of the Extreme Night, Lord Guangshen said that this place has no light for a long time in a year. Neither the sun nor the moonlight can reach the Land of the Extreme Night. Lord Guangshen said that it is his He is going to search for the land of extreme night.
“Maybe, I will never come back for the rest of my life.
"Before I leave, I want to see you one last time."
Zheng Liu lowered his head and drank all the water Xiaobao poured for him.
"The land of extreme night sounds very far away." Xiaobao said with a smile, "But since there is this place, I know where you are. If I have the chance, I will give you a gift. When you get there, give How about I send the letter?"
"Who wants your gift..." Zheng Liu murmured in a low voice.
"Why do you want to give me a gift?" he asked.
Xiaobao tilted his head and thought for a while, "I'm very grateful for your bravery, Brother Zheng, do you still remember that you saved a woman who fell into the water a few days ago?"
Zheng Liu frowned, brave? Say who? Talk about him?
Clearing his throat, "Of course I remember, there was a monster wind that day and it rained really hard..."
While listening to Zheng Liu in the room talking endlessly to Xiaobao about his heroic deeds of saving people on rainy days, Wang Xiaotai raised her eyebrows and looked at the person standing next to her, "You are pretty good to the believers.
“Not only did I help him get rid of his habit of stealing, but I also cared about his emotional life and helped him come to Xiaobao to open up his heart and express his feelings.
"Lord Light God turns out to be such a considerate god."
Wang Xiaotai said with a smile.
Standing next to her is Wang Xiaomo's strong opponent Guangshen in the Immortal Selection Conference.
The God of Light is different from his ability. He is wearing a black suit that is so black that it seems to be able to swallow up all the light. His long black hair is tied high in a jade crown. The light moonlight shines on a soothing and handsome face with a straight nose. , his eyes are deep, and his pupils reflect the moonlight.
But she remembered that Master Guangshen was obviously bald, and Wang Xiaomo was really curious about whether the thing on his head was a concealment technique or a wig.
If it were a wig, the quality of this hair cover would be too good, right?
Guang Shen seemed to feel her curious and appreciative gaze, glanced at her, folded his arms and turned slightly sideways, "I have not changed his habit of stealing. He still wants to be a thief. I just help him steal something more worthy." Just stuff.
"Besides, how could I, Empress Fuyao, be so considerate to the believers that she completely gave up on this trip to Dingzhou and gave up the power of faith in most of the city to a mortal.
“It’s incredible.
"Even if she is your believer, will she still believe in you when she becomes a god?"
Wang Xiaotai smiled and did not answer his question.
"But I still have to thank you, Empress Fuyao, for the information you revealed to me. Otherwise, I would have never known that there is no light day and night in the far north. The people there must be looking forward to the blessing of the God of Light."
The God of Light clasped his hands together and looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky with a look of compassion.
"Thank me, and don't forget your promise to me. See you in Dacheng Village in five days." Wang Xiaotai turned to look at Xiaobao who was comforting Zheng Liu, and reminded Guangshen expressionlessly.
"It's natural."
The God of Light nodded.
"I would also like to remind you," Wang Xiaotai suddenly said seriously, "The people in the far north must believe in you with utmost loyalty, but if you cannot bring them light, this belief will soon disappear."
Wang Xiaoti’s implication is that there is a polar night in the Far North every year. Although this can provide the God of Light with endless power of faith, it will also tie the God of Light to the Far North and cannot leave. He wants to stay in the Far North. The earth looks after its believers and brings light to them in the land of extreme night.
But as long as the God of Light can withstand the bitter cold in the Far North, then one day, under the influence of the extremely pure power of faith in the Far North, the God of Light will surely ascend to godhood and become a true God of Light.
"It's what my heart desires. Even though I died nine times, I still haven't regretted it."
The God of Light lowered his head and swore devoutly.
Wang Xiaotai didn't even look at his bent head or the naturally hanging wig, she just smiled and said nothing.
Xiaobao sent Zheng Liu out of the room and watched Zheng Liu follow Guang Shen out of the small courtyard with his head lowered.
"Will we never see each other again?" Xiaobao asked.
"Who knows?"
Wang Xiaotai also looked at the backs of the two of them as they left, as if she was answering Xiaobao, or just talking to herself, "Even God cannot predict such things as fate."
"Mother, what should I do next?"
How can they turn Dingzhou into the city of prostitutes that can accommodate everyone they imagined?
Xiaobao has no clue at all.
Wang Xiaotai smiled and stretched her waist, "You have to ask yourself, you are the little sister they believe in, do what you want to do, Si will stay in Dingzhou to help you in these few months of.
“Whatever you need or want to do, you can come to him.
"You can also find me." Wang Xiaotai stretched out her cold fingers and tapped Xiaobao's eyebrows, "Now you know how to find me."
Xiaobao nodded. The long tears of Guanyin between her eyebrows were given by Wang Xiaotai. Through this wound, they had a closer connection than believers and gods. Xiaobao could vaguely feel the connection between them. There seems to be some kind of secret passage.
Wang Xiaomo's power can be transferred to her through this channel, and the power she gains can also be transferred to Wang Xiaomo.
This kind of connection is invisible to others and even more intangible.
As long as they are both alive, this secret connection will remain alive.
Like the umbilical cord between mother and baby, like the sun and moon.
As long as Xiaobao stays by Wang Xiaotai's side, he can feel an indescribable peace of mind that surges into his heart and fills his whole body.
"Sister, Rourou wants to see you."
Qingping walked into Xiaobao from the other side of the corridor and said softly, "The doctor said it will probably be tonight."
Rourou was a child they picked up on the street. When she was only sixteen years old, she was infected with bayberry sores and was thrown into the street by her family. No one cared about her life or death. The neighbors in the street pointed at her body. Anyone passing by could spit on her and insult her for her debauchery and filthiness.
No one cares how old she is, everyone still thinks that bayberry is a disease that should be despised, a disease that only brothel prostitutes can get.
They did change some things, but it seemed like nothing had changed.
Xiaobao sighed and hurried to Rourou's room.
The whole room smelled of corruption, but Rourou's condition at this time was much better than that of Xiaodou before. At least she could breathe slightly and see Xiaobao with her eyes open.
"Sister, sister," Rourou excitedly wanted to sit up from the bed when she saw Xiaobao, "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!"
Others probably wouldn't know what Rourou's confusing "I don't have" means, but Xiaobao understands it all too well. She grabbed Rourou's hand desperately reaching for her without any disdain, "I know, Rourou, I know that you are not a loose person, you are not, you are innocent, Rourou, my sister knows it, please stop talking and let’s have a good rest, okay?”
Rourou's flesh and blood had deteriorated to the extreme. Xiaobao could tear off her skin from her wrist with a slight movement. The broken skin and flesh became a ball in her palm, but Xiaobao didn't even frown. He just held Rourou like a child, patted her back gently, and comforted the girl who was about to pass away like a mother.
Her brows were compassionate, and even though she had never given birth to a child, she was more like a mother than a mother, comforting the child with infinite tenderness.
The moon crescents over Jiuzhou, making some people happy and others sad.
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