If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Wen Renshu was startled and looked down at the little man hiding behind the tea cup.

The little man is no bigger than a thumb, with only half of the petals around his waist, barely covering his key parts.

The little man's hair is not long, only reaching his ears. There are some broken hair on his forehead, covering his plump and white forehead.

Underneath the broken hair is a pair of expectant eyes, the pupils of which are very light brown.

The light fell on his pupils, glowing with a very light luster.

"Hello, is this for me to drink?"

The little man spoke again, his voice soft, like that of a young boy.

The corners of Wen Renshu's lips raised slightly, "I'll treat you to a drink."

He picked up the teacup and touched it lightly with the teacup that was blocking the little man.

"My name is Wen Renshu."

The vibration caused by the collision of the teacups made Song Chuyi feel dizzy, and he almost lost his balance and fell over.

Fortunately, he had seen the big world and managed to hold his body steady without falling.

He put his hands on the edge of the tea cup, stood on tiptoe, and wanted to take a sip of tea.

But the tea cup was a little too high for him, and he tried hard for a long time without getting a sip.

Just when he was thinking about whether to jump into the teacup, he suddenly felt the teacup tilt a little.

He looked in surprise and saw Wen Renshu holding the teacup and tilting the rim of the cup just enough for him to touch it.

Song Chuyi quickly drank heavily.

So thirsty.

The sound of drinking water sounded in the quiet courtyard.

After drinking, Song Chuyi politely thanked him.

"Thank you, brother Wenren."

Wen Renshu put the tea cup away, and the little man only drank one-fifth of it after drinking for a long time.

It's easy to make a living.

"what's your name?"

Song Chuyi reported his name.

"Song Chuyi."

"Which first year of junior high school?" Wen Renshu asked.

Song Chuyi held the hot cup with both hands and looked serious.

"The beginning of the first grade of junior high school, the first of the first grade of junior high school."

Wen Renshu suddenly chuckled, "First grade of junior high school."

Song Chu stood on tiptoe and nodded his head.

While talking, a slightly sharp voice came from outside.

"Master Imperial Master, the Emperor has invited you."

Wen Renshu responded lightly, not caring whether the people outside heard it or not.

He stood up, glanced at the small figure behind the tea cup, flicked his long sleeves, and the figure disappeared.

As soon as Wen Renshu left, there was no one else in the yard.

This should be Wen Renshu's private courtyard, and no one is allowed to come in.

This was also convenient for Song Chuyi, so that he wouldn't worry about being discovered.

He flapped his wings and flew up without going out, just wandering around in the yard.

When I got tired of shopping, I flew to the teacup and prepared to drink some water.

There was still four-fifths of the water left in the teacup, enough for him to drink all night.

It's just that the tea cup is a bit high, so it's a little difficult for him to drink water.

At first, Song Chuyi could fly up and lie on the edge of the cup, bending down to drink. Later, the water became less and less, and he couldn't drink even when he bent down.

But he gets thirsty easily, and he can't pick up the teapot over there. The only water he can drink is the water in this teacup.

Song Chuyi saw that there was still one-third of the water left, and held the tea cup with both hands, trying to lift it up.

But he obviously overestimated his current strength.

It took a lot of effort to lift the tea cup. Finally, he was thirsty and tired, so he kicked it angrily.

The tea cup shook slightly.

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up and he started kicking the teacup with his little jiojio.

The tea cup finally fell down after being kicked more than a dozen times. Song Chuyi quickly ran to the mouth of the cup and took a swig of water.

I accidentally drank too much and my belly bulged.

The stone table was in a mess, and the teacup was crooked, as if it had been robbed.

Song Chuyi felt guilty and flew back into the petals, hiding himself.

【Xiaotong Xiaotong! Call Xiaotong urgently! 】

Xiao Tong: [Host, I am here. 】

Song Chuyi was lying on the petals, with a little jiojio hanging on the edge of the petals, swaying slowly.

[Xiao Tong, can I make this world bigger? 】

[I can’t always look so small, right? 】

[This is too strenuous. Even if I drink water, I am exhausted. 】

Xiaotong: [The host can grow bigger. 】

Song Chuyi immediately sat up, [How to get bigger? 】

Xiao Tong: [It needs to be approved by the villain. 】

[Only with the approval of the villain, the stored energy can make you, the host, grow bigger and return to your normal human form. 】

Song Chuyi: [What kind of recognition method? 】

Xiao Tong: [The villain needs to be very sure that you exist. 】

Song Chuyi: [? ? ? What's the meaning? Didn't he see me just now? 】

[We even exchanged names! 】

As Song Chuyi spoke, his eyes suddenly widened.

[Wait a minute, Wen Renshu doesn’t think... I’m fake, right? 】

[He doesn’t think I’m his hallucination, right? 】

Xiao Tong: [Yes, host, the villain now thinks that you are a figment of his imagination. 】

Song Chuyi: [...]

Damn it, it seems the villains in this world are delusional.

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In the Hall of Yangxin, the current Emperor Gong Ji dismissed everyone, leaving only Wen Renshu.

"National Preceptor." Gong Ji bowed to Wen Renshu, "I invite you to come here today to ask for help from God."

"There is news from Xintian City that there may be a plague. Please ask God for a clear warning."

Wen Renshu responded lightly.

He turned around and headed to the Temple of Invitation. The temple was dark, except for the candles burning in front of the statue of the god.

The door of the temple was closed, and there was only one person in this huge temple, Wen Renshu.

Wen Renshu walked to the statue and looked at it quietly.

There is a deep scent of sandalwood in the air, and the candlelight dances with scarlet light.

Wen Renshu closed his eyes, and the space in front of him seemed to become distorted.

He raised his hand, put his fingertips on his forehead, and slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, the god spoke.

"What are you asking about?"

"There may be a plague in Xintian City, what should I do?"

The idol gave the answer.

"Destroy the city."

Wen Renshu slowly put down his hand, and the statue in his eyes returned to calmness.

But if anyone else is here, they will find that Wenren Shu is the only one talking to himself from beginning to end.

The statue at the front has never changed.

The so-called invitation to gods is just a delusion created by Wen Renshu.

No, it should be the delusion of people in this world.

But now, no one dares to say that.

Because only the national master can see "gods" and can invite gods, even if he sees this scene, he will only feel that he is not worthy of seeing gods.

Wen Renshu walked out of the Temple of Invitation and told Gong Ji the answer from "God".

Gong Ji had no doubt at all and went to find someone to handle the matter.

Wen Renshu's expression did not change and he returned to his Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

He walked into the yard. The teacup placed on the stone table was blown over by the wind. The water had dried up, leaving only the empty teacup lying awkwardly.

He walked over and straightened the cup.

Suddenly, a soft voice came from my ears.

"Brother Wenren, I'm sorry, I didn't knock the tea cup over on purpose."

Wen Renshu raised his eyes and saw a little man with black and broken hair pitifully holding the petals of a pink rose.

"Can I use this to compensate?"