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

Wen Renshu paused and stopped where he was.

The petals on the little man's body are a little old.

The petals were scratched several times by the branches, and the juice seeped out, with a few drops falling on the fair skin.

The little man's face was also dirty, as if it had been burnt, and there were a few ash marks on his face.

Those light brown pupils are extremely bright, especially...

Especially when looking at him. Wen Renshu thought to himself and raised his hand to touch the little man in front of him.

It's very delicate to the touch and doesn't even leave any traces on your fingertips.

Some warmth flecked my fingertips, but was quickly buried by the hot summer wind.

"Dirty."

He opened his thin lips slightly when he heard the book.

Song Chuyi touched his face, "Eh? Is it dirty?"

He looked back at the swings he had made, pointed at the swings and said, "It's all because of those swings."

He flapped his little wings and flew to one of the swings, sat down, held the rope of the swing with both hands, and started swinging.

"Brother Wenren, come too!"

Wen Renshu took a few steps forward and stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, watching the swing ripple in the wind.

The swing was too small for Wen Renshu, and it couldn't even accommodate him to put a finger on it.

But that didn't stop him from reaching out and touching one of the swings.

The soft touch of the petals brings a touch of realism.

He was in a daze for a moment, unable to tell whether what he was seeing was reality or his imagination.

His sight touched the happy smiling little man, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just conjecture.

These swings were probably made by him in imagination.

A teacher once said that imagination can make people unable to distinguish between reality and imagination.

In their imagination, they may not even remember what they did.

If you want to remain normal in front of others, you must ensure that you can distinguish between reality and fiction.

It's a pity that the teacher who taught him this ended up committing suicide because he couldn't distinguish between reality and imagination.

Wen Renshu put down his hand, looked at the cheerful little man, and suddenly spoke.

"Why are you so happy?"

Song Chuyi was swinging on the swing. When he heard what he said, he loudly replied: "Because you are by my side!"

"I'm so happy!"

Wen Renshu stood quietly and looked at the little man.

He is so wanton, soft, and brilliant.

These bright colors seem to be concentrated on the little man.

This was his recent fantasy, and it was incredibly bright.

Wen Renshu looked away and responded with a low "Yes".

Then, he rolled up his sleeves and left.

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

Okay, okay, come as soon as you say, leave as soon as you say, right?

When he returns to his normal human form, he will definitely grab Wen Renshu and pull him to swing with him!

Wen Renshu came to the Temple of Invitation.

Please allow no one except the Imperial Master to enter the temple, so he is the only one in this glorious temple.

The statue at the front looked ferocious and terrifying in the eyes of Wenren Shu under the illumination of candlelight.

He walked to the statue and looked at it quietly.

The space seemed to become distorted at this time, and there seemed to be a dark shadow falling in front of me.

The statue waiting quietly seemed to become huge at this moment, shrouding Wen Renshu's body.

Wen Renshu is very clear that this is conjecture.

It is also what the common people and even the emperor call "inviting gods".

This huge scam has been going on for two hundred years, and no one has been able to see through this lie for two hundred years.

After all, in people's hearts, only the great national master can communicate with or even see "gods".

Wen Renshu looked at the huge twisted black shadow and laughed softly.

This is the fantasy he should have, dark, twisted, full of terror and weirdness.

Rather than being like a little person, sunny and cheerful.

Wen Renshu didn't understand why he had such conjectures, but he thought of his teacher.

He has been following his teacher since he was five years old, and the teacher taught him a lot.

The teacher would always stay alone in this temple and talk to himself, occasionally mentioning the name of the late emperor.

The teacher never told him what his imagination was like.

But he would always give the best answer when the late emperor asked him to ask God.

That is not the will of God, but the wisdom of the teacher.

And he didn't have the teacher's wisdom, only the arrogant and growing desire for destruction.

In this world made up of lies, what is there to be greedy for?

Wen Renshu's eyelashes trembled slightly and he walked out of the temple.

The candle in front of the statue seemed bright and dim, and seemed to be extinguished soon.

Wen Renshu returned to the yard again.

The little man no longer swings on the swing.

He is digging in the mud.

The little man turned his back to him, pouting his little buttocks and digging into the soil on the ground.

The originally white feet stepped on the ground and were stained with a lot of mud.

Those little hands were indescribably dirty, and their original white and tender appearance was no longer visible.

Wen Renshu paused and stood one meter away from the little man.

"doing what?"

Song Chu didn't even reply, "I plan to make a few little clay figurines."

"It's too monotonous for me to swing on the swing alone, so I decided to get a few more little clay figurines to swing with me."

Wen Renshu:...

Although I imagine that most of the time I am not controlled by my own thoughts.

But this time the imaginary little man's behavior and whims were beyond his expectations.

Song Chuyi worked hard to dig out a ball of mud. It hadn't rained in the imperial city these days, and the land was a little dry. He spent a lot of effort to dig out a little bit.

It would be nice if it rained.

Suddenly he thought of something and turned to look at Wen Renshu.

"Brother Wenren, can you help me bring the tea and pour it here?"

Wen Renshu walked to the stone table, picked up the tea cup and walked to the little man's side.

He is very tall, even taller than the little man.

Somehow, Wen Renshu squatted down regardless of his own image.

"Where to pour?"

Song Chuyi pointed to the ground next to him where he had dug a small hole, "Fall here."

Wen Renshu poured the tea in, and the water quickly seeped into the soil.

The dry soil gradually became moist.

Song Chuyi chuckled, "This will make digging much easier."

He started digging in the mud again. While digging, he turned to Wen Renshu and said:

"Brother Wenren, do you want to dig together?"

Wen Renshu said nothing.

Song Chuyi also got used to his silence and continued to happily dig in the mud and shape the little clay figurine.

I couldn't help but sing when I was so happy digging.

"Little clay figurine, little clay figurine~ ow ow ow~"

Wen Renshu seemed to be amused by this strange tune and laughed softly.

He stretched out his hand and his fingertips touched the wet soil.

The dirt stained his fingertips, as if they had become a stain.

But he seemed unaware and started digging like a little man.

There is no room for a big hand in a small mud puddle.

Unexpectedly, but naturally, Wen Renshu's big hand held Song Chuyi's small hand.