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

Thunder struck, shaking everyone's hearts, as if the might of God was angry.

In the center of the round platform, Wenren looked at the little man standing alone in a daze.

The little man's almost transparent wings condensed into substance at this moment, and his short hair grew longer in an instant.

The beautiful black hair was draped over his shoulders, making his skin fairer and fairer. There was only a little red on his lips, which was so beautiful that people dared not look directly at it.

There was a patter, and raindrops fell on his face.

Wen Renshu's eyelashes quivered quickly, and the tips of his big fingers hanging on one side moved, as if he wanted to grab something.

Under the round platform, everyone cheered.

It's raining!

This year the dynasty will surely have good weather, peace and health.

The rain fell on people.

童男童女在雨水降下的同时便绕着圆台开始行走。

They have practiced it countless times and naturally know how to walk.

这是他们必须要做的，只要在今日成功到达圆台中心，迎接他们的将会是富贵繁荣。

Even if they don't arrive, as long as the rain stops, they will get some money.

Big drops of rain kept falling on people.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was hard to tell that it had been clear just a moment ago.

This is a gift from God, a gift from God to bless their dynasty and bring peace to the world.

"kneel!"

The eunuch shouted, and everyone except the emperor knelt down.

就算是皇帝，也行了个大礼，来迎接今日神赐。

雨越下越大，似乎在证明着他们心中所愿能成。

The water mist splashed into a hazy color, making the center of the circular platform blurry.

Wen Renshu's figure could only be vaguely seen.

He stood there, his narrow eyes slightly squinted, as if he was hurt by the light in front of him.

The mist blurred his eyes, enveloping him in pitch-black depths.

雨声之下，是他的低喃。

"What exactly are you..."

The person in mid-air slowly fell.

Wen Renshu subconsciously took a step forward and reached out to take it.

A touch as light as a feather came from the palm of my hand, and a cold feeling ran straight into my heart.

He subconsciously wanted to hold the little person, but stopped when his fingertips touched the cold skin.

Don't want to hurt.

Even if this is just his imagination.

Maybe, maybe it's just his imagination and he doesn't want to hurt.

闻人书蜷缩的手指伸直，仔细看去，似乎连指尖都在颤抖。

Song Chuyi lay wilted in Wen Renshu's palm, his voice a little weak.

"Brother Wenren."

His voice was very weak, and the patter of rain could easily cover his voice.

Ke Wenrenshu only heard his voice.

He stared at him closely, his heart seemed to be jumping for joy.

Song Chuyi blinked lightly and smiled cutely towards Wen Renshu.

"It's raining."

"Yes." Wen Renshu finally responded in a low voice, "It's raining."

The rain soaked his clothes, and a chill spread through his body.

"It's raining."

He repeated in a low voice, like the whisper of a god.

Song Chuyi kicked Wen Renshu's finger with jiojio.

The petals on his body have been soaked by the rain and are wilted. If it weren't for the straw rope tied around his waist, he would be naked at this moment.

But even so, he was in a very embarrassed state!

He had to let Wen Renshu take him back, and he couldn't be seen by others.

"Take me back, take me back!"

"Okay." Wen Renshu responded in a low voice, and walked away without caring about the boys and girls who had not yet arrived.

在他离开后，雨倏地停了。

Just as it came without warning, the weather cleared up and the sun was shining brightly in an instant.

If it weren't for the moisture on the body and the ground, everyone would have thought that the rain just now was an illusion.

The ten boys and girls stopped when the rain stopped.

They failed to reach the center of the circular platform. Fortunately, the rain had already started and they did not need to be punished.

After the rain stopped, everyone gradually dispersed, and someone specially took these ten boys and girls away.

This is the end of the sacrificial ceremony.

与往常不同的是，在雨停之时，他们并未看到国师的身影。

Maybe God has another purpose.

Gong Ji returned to Yangxin Hall and was about to invite Wen Renshu to have a gathering, but then he thought that everyone had been caught in the rain just now.

Wen Ren Shu is naturally no exception.

If you invite him to get together now, the other party may not be willing.

So this idea was temporarily suppressed by Gong Ji.

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In the yard, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake placed on the stone table was already soaked.

Song Chuyi had exhausted his energy and was already very hungry.

他摸了摸自己扁扁的肚子，软声道：“闻人哥哥， 饿饿，糕糕。”

Wen Renshu carefully put him down, and even his voice became much gentler.

"I'm going to get the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry and came back after a while.

Song Chuyi sat on the stone table, holding a small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hands, eating it with big mouthfuls.

Wen Renshu sat on the stone chair, his eyes dark and deep.

"A Chu." He stretched out his hand and lightly touched Song Chuyi's arm with his fingertips.

Very soft, with a little coolness.

The touch is so light that you can't even notice it unless you feel it carefully.

A sense of absurd reality came over him, and Wen Renshu pursed his lips tightly.

"Who are you anyway?"

He asked in a low voice, as if he was asking the little man in front of him, but also as if he was asking himself.

宋初一偏头看了他一眼，晃了晃自己的小腿。

"I am Song Chuyi." He said quite matter-of-factly, "I am your Ah Chu."

闻人书心尖一颤。

His Ah Chu...is it really just his imagination?

可刚才那突如其来的雨又是怎么回事？

闻人书想不明白，他好像陷入了真实的臆想中，逃不掉，也注定沉沦。

He can't tell the difference between reality and fiction. Maybe it won't be long before he is like his teacher.

成为一个彻头彻尾的疯子。

Unable to find oneself in the midst of illusion and reality, one hangs oneself by following what one likes.

As if he knew the path he was going to take in the future, Wen Renshu fell silent and didn't speak again.

Song Chuyi burped after eating, and his pale face turned rosy again.

He fluttered his little wings, stood up, and walked to Wen Renshu's big hand.

Bending down, her lips lightly touched his fingertips.

"Brother Wenren, the sacrificial ceremony was a success."

The small wings behind him flapped slightly.

"Osmanthus cake is delicious."

He let go of his lips and straightened up.

Although he stood upright, it was only as high as Wen Renshu's finger.

But that didn't stop him from puffing out his chest and looking full of momentum.

"Thank you, Brother Wenren, for your hospitality."

"See you tomorrow."

He flew up, circled around Wen Renshu, and then plunged into the flowers, out of sight.

Wen Renshu looked at the large field of flowers with a dazed expression.

After a while, his murmur came from the yard.

"See you tomorrow."

We must see you tomorrow.