Hurry up, please be kind

Chapter 220 The Land of the Gods 13
The bewitching voice echoed in my ears.

Si Zhuo didn't reply him yet, but just raised her head slightly, looking at the sky, the crisis that can destroy everything is outside the barrier, and the only one line of barrier is in her hands.

She sensed someone approaching with a dagger.

Probably her wounds had scabbed over again, and fresh blood would no longer flow out.

She never seemed to notice it.

"High Priest, stop it."

"They treat you like this because you are compassionate. They know that you will not hurt them, so they dare to hurt you unscrupulously..."

"Dou Mien, the principle of promoting Michou, the high priest doesn't understand?"

"It was you who indulged them."

Si Zhuo smiled slowly, "Probably so..."

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

His fingertips trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a crack in his heart.

"Sister High Priest."

A clear and innocent child's voice appeared behind her.

Si Zhuo was slightly stunned, feeling that it sounded familiar, and looked back slowly.

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

"Xiao Kui?"

Si Zhuo thought for a while, then thought of her.

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

Both of her parents died, and Yushen Temple took care of her.

She is also very diligent and well-behaved, and often helps others to do small jobs.

Very sweet little girl.

Si Zhuo looked down at her, his eyes did not have the gentleness of the past, only a touch of sarcasm and coldness

At this time, it appeared in front of her.

What else could it be for?
Si Zhuo's heart felt cold, and under the selfish and dirty eyes around her, the things she held on to in her heart sank into the abyss little by little.

She looked up at the dark clouds and closed her hands with a sneer.

But he stopped at the moment when he was about to withdraw all his spiritual power.

She felt a faint warmth coming from her.

Someone hugged her gently.

Si Zhuo stared blankly.

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

Thin and small, pitiful.

Si Zhuo was a little puzzled, and asked dryly, "Why are you crying? I'll give you whatever you want..."

"elder sister……"

The little girl's voice was choked up, and she hugged her tightly, making it difficult for those who wanted to get close to get blood.

She seemed to use her thin body to protect her.

Si Zhuo looked at her blankly for a while.

Wanted to reach out and push her away.

But the little girl raised her head suddenly, looked at her with eyes full of tears, she shed big tears with just a blink, and her immature and crying voice made Si Zhuo stiffen all over.

"Sister, are you in pain?"

Si Zhuo's heart trembled, and her expression was in a daze.

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

Sister, are you in pain?
These words echoed in Si Zhuo's mind.

From the wound on her body came the pain that she had been deliberately ignoring.

It hurts, of course she hurts.

She is also a human being, she is just like them, a body of flesh and blood.

The cold knife cut through the skin, bleeding out.

How could she not be in pain?
It's just that she doesn't seem to be able to say it hurts all the time.

In the past, she was a god in the eyes of everyone.

How can the gods shout out pain and show weakness?

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

How can a sinner have the right to cry out for pain?
No one has ever cared whether she will be tired or in pain.

Everyone took her as the indestructible body of King Kong.

If things go on like this, she also got used to it, pretending that she doesn't feel pain, that she has no weaknesses and is invulnerable.

Obviously a mortal body.

But he regards himself as a god, delusional to save all sentient beings.

Struggling in adversity, looking for light in despair.

Forever in the dark and muddy abyss, using blood-stained hands to push away the haze, looking up at the sky, despite the hardships and hardships, standing with trembling legs.

Stand forever, never fall.

But sometimes she is really tired and hurts...

Who cares?
"elder sister."

Si Zhuo was brought back to her senses by the little girl's voice, she lowered her eyes and looked at her, saw that she took out a candy from her pocket, tried to stand on tiptoe, stretched out her hand, and handed the candy to her.

"Sister, eat some candy."

"Eat a piece of candy and it won't hurt anymore. Really, when I went to carry things for others, I was stuck in my hand by a wooden thorn, and the pain made me cry..."

"Then I'll eat a candy."

"Eat a piece of candy and it won't hurt..."

The little girl's moist eyes were filled with tears and sincerity.

Si Zhuo accidentally lowered her body and let the other party carefully put the candy she didn't like into her mouth.

Childish hands, sweet candies.

The little girl smiled at her, pure and bright like a spring flower.

The rich sweetness slowly melted in her mouth, as if turning into a healing force, flowing into her limbs and bones, repairing the cracks in her heart little by little, and lighting a lamp in the ashes on the ground.

Sweet in the mouth, shimmering in the heart.

"Sister, does it still hurt?"

Si Zhuo smiled back and patted her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

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

She chuckled and thought, at least until the sweetness in her mouth was not gone.

She can hold on and stand here.

The young man looked at the side leisurely, rarely said anything, but there was a lot of interest in his eyes, which was quite malicious.

"Sister, I still have..."

The little girl took out another handful of candy from the rag pocket.

Impatiently holding it to her, it seems that if she eats more, the pain will be less.

"Thank you, one is enough."

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

When she looked back, she was about to be her own savior.

Suddenly felt a pain in the thumb.

Si Zhuo froze all over, and suddenly she didn't dare to turn her head to look.

But she could feel what was happening.

The more she stopped looking, the clearer her feeling became.

She felt a pair of warm and immature hands holding hers, and the immature fangs bit the skin on her hands, as if something was passing from her body.

Si Zhuo heard the sound of whimpering, and felt the warmth of tears falling on her hands.

The little girl cried again.

Si Zhuo opened his mouth, his throat was so interfered that he could no longer make a sound.

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

What was she crying about?
"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give you all my candy, 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, Si Zhuo turned around and saw the little girl's face was full of tears.

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

(End of this chapter)