I'm just sick

His Majesty the Holy Emperor will also come to the altar to watch the ceremony.When going up the stairs, a trace of chill suddenly made her feel very uncomfortable, but she couldn't explain why, the stairs were clearly empty, but she felt awkward.

Because she couldn't see, Ling Zhi was standing next to her, ignoring her directly, looking at Xie Ran worriedly.

Xie Ran also turned his head and met Ling Zhi's eyes. Under this sincere and concerned gaze, Xie Ran couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly.

The Holy Emperor stared at him blankly, and Xie Ran remembered that there was someone beside him.

The Holy Emperor also knew that Xie Ran was very angry about the matter of sacrificing his life to seal the Demon King.

Matters of life and death cannot be easily resolved with tolerance and forgiveness.

In other words, the relationship between her and Xie Ran is like a broken mirror, and it is impossible to erase the cracks.What's more, although she is like a adoptive mother, she also knows that she doesn't give Xie Ran any affection.

——She hasn't seen Xie Ranxiao for many years.Many years ago, Xie Ran was also a child who loved to laugh. It was the first time we met. The pink and tender child stretched out his hand to ask her to hug him, grinning, with silver bracelets on his hands and feet. Crisp sound.At that time, Xie Ran couldn't even speak well, he could only babble and call his mother. At that time, his mother was crying, begging her to return her son to him.

"It's his honor. He is very talented and has the possibility of becoming a holy son." His Majesty the Holy Emperor said calmly at that time.

"I don't want him to be a holy son. The heights are too cold. I just want him to be happy for the rest of his life." The woman continued to cry.

At that time, the Holy Emperor really believed that this was the supreme favor of the gods, and that woman was too selfish, she just wanted to keep her son by her side, and wanted to cut off his incomparable favor from the gods in order to continue to have her son.

But now that I think about it, that ordinary woman in the market has some wisdom.

After all, Xie Ran did not smile much after that, and the occasional polite smile was not common.

Even though there are so many candidates who may become the Son of God, he will be crowned in the end after passing five trials. Not only is he the Son of God, but he has become the most unsurpassed "messenger of God" in hundreds of years. He is just like a god without joy or sorrow.

He has grown up these years, but he has gotten better. He barely knows how to express his joy and anger. The childhood Xie Ran was always cold and daunting.

Xie Ran quickly withdrew his expression and took over the scepter that symbolized the God of Light.

"Brighten the world, dispel the boundless darkness."

All the people put their right hands on their left chests and replied in unison, "God bless the world, send endless gospel."

The rest of the blessing mantra was boring and long, even Xie Ran, who said it, felt bored. Unexpectedly, the believers below listened with a solemn expression. He watched the system prompt and continued to read line by line.

It's just that the sun is too big, the black marble altar is as hot as an iron plate, but Xie Ran's hands and feet are cold in the weather of gold and stone, and he feels dizzy for a while.

Just hold on and it's over...

Xie Ran held the scepter in his right hand, and clenched his fist tightly with his left hand hidden under the shawl.

"Since then, we have made a sincere vow to dispel the darkness hidden in our hearts, illuminate every dark corner of the world, and send the gospel of the God of Light."

Xie Ran finally read the last line.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, he could no longer feel the heat, and his whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

【You now need to take off the white crystal on the scepter and throw it out according to the method you remember. 】

There was a white crystal pendant hanging on the scepter, Xie Ran took it off, and countless believers raised their hands above their heads, waiting quietly for Xie Ran to throw it out.

He thought it would be like throwing a hydrangea ball, and if he was not careful, there would be a stampede accident, but it didn't happen. Everyone quietly raised their hands, waiting for the pendant to fall into their hands.

Xie Ran rummaged through his memory, then slowly lifted the pendant, stuck it on his chest for a while, then stuck it on his forehead, and finally lifted it above his head, the white crystal glistened in the sun.

Xie Ran finally grabbed its rope and threw it into the crowd.The pendant symbolizes the blessing of the God of Light, who can get it, it is a year of peace, an excellent meaning.

He was still curious, would throwing it like this really not fall to the ground or cause a commotion?But his body was already weak, and he was at the end of his strength at this moment, and the blackness in front of his eyes made him unable to see clearly what the crowd was like.

Xie then took a step back, closed his eyes and bit the tip of his tongue vigorously, hoping to wake up a bit.But when he was suddenly supported by his arm, Ling Zhi said nervously, "How do you feel? Can you still hold on?"

Only then did Xie Ran realize that Ling Zhi was not invisible by the barrier, but just disappeared visually. He could touch himself, or anyone else.

"You have a fever." Ling Zhi said, "You can't continue, what if you die?"

Relying on Ling Zhi's support, Xie Ran stood up straight. Standing in such a position where all eyes were on him, Xie Ran had to maintain his posture at all times.Even though Ling Zhi supported him and chattered endlessly, he couldn't reply.

Ling Zhi also felt that Xie Ran was becoming more and more unable to stand up, and the weight on him was getting heavier and heavier.Although Xie Ran was naturally fair, it was definitely not the paleness that even faded the color of his lips.

Ling Zhi looked under the stands, and there were some small fluctuations in the crowd. It could be seen that everyone was very excited, and the people who were hit by the "god" were even more excited.

For the time being, no one has noticed that their Son is in a bad state.

Xie Ran stood quietly on the altar, and Ling Zhi kept supporting him like this. A cool summer breeze blew by, and his clothes fluttered, as if telling Ling Zhi that time was not standing still at this time.But at that moment, it seemed that the noisy crowd was silent, and there were only the two of them left in the world—it was the first time Ling Zhi felt that he could be so close to a human being, and the distance between his soul was infinitely shortened.Xie Ran leaned on him unreservedly and with all his strength, so that he could smell the faint fragrance of Xie Ran's body.

Ling Zhi even felt that it was a good thing that no one could see him, as if he possessed Xie Ran unscrupulously in the dark.

——Others see you as noble and untouchable like snow lotus in Tianshan Mountains, but I see your weak and tired body and scarred heart through your majestic appearance.

Afterwards, Xie Ran's session finally ended, and the Holy Emperor stepped onto the altar.

Xie Ran was sitting on the pure white chair on the altar, almost as soon as he sat on it, his body tilted and he passed out.Ling Zhi hurriedly helped him to sit down, and called his name again, but there was no response.

He closed his eyes tightly, and still clenched his teeth, obviously feeling very uncomfortable. Lingzhi's sensitive sense of smell, which belongs to monsters, could smell the blood on his body was getting stronger, the wound on his chest must have opened.

Fortunately, his clothes were thick and no blood was visible, and at this moment everyone's attention was on the human pope who was speaking. Although Xie Ran couldn't leave the altar, almost no one saw his strangeness.

Ling Zhi touched Xie Ran's neck, he still had a high fever, probably due to a wound infection.

The demon seed is still continuously drawing Xie Ran's vitality, especially when Xie Ran is most vulnerable at this time, it just happens to take advantage of the emptiness and grow wildly.

Ling Zhi was at a loss, squatting on the ground and holding his hand, hoping that this bloody ritual would end quickly.After dark, he still dances. It is said that at that time he will shine brilliantly under the protection of the God of Light, which is the proof of the miracle and the end of the sacrifice.

Xie Ran moved his fingers and held Ling Zhi's hand back.

"You're awake! Are you feeling better? What do I need to do?"

The demon seed started to move again, Xie Ran was woken up by the pain.

Blood gushed to his mouth and was swallowed by him. Seeing Ling Zhi squatting there like a fluffy puppy, he couldn't help but patted his head.

"Ah! You actually touched this king's noble head? You stupid human being."

Xie Ran smiled slightly and said, "Even."

Just kidding, Ling Zhi also knows that Xie Ran is in a bad situation right now - the sun is about to set, and when the night falls completely, Xie Ran's dance is about to start, can he really do it?It's no better than standing there when dancing, at that time Ling Zhi can't support him by the side.

Xie Ran's sobriety was only temporary, and he soon fell asleep again.Ling Zhi simply sat on the ground, guarding beside Xie Ran.

This bullshit ceremony has nothing to do with him, the Great Demon King. Even if Xie Ran really loses his composure in front of everyone, it has nothing to do with him. The only bond between him and Xie Ran is the demon species. As long as Xie Ran is alive and the demon species continues to grow, then OK.

But he just couldn't help it.He subconsciously sweated for Xie Ran, and subconsciously worried that Xie Ran would pass out on the altar. Seeing Xie Ran's pain made him feel as if he felt the same.

The Holy Son of Man can be believed by so many people, maybe he really has the charm of demagogy?Even he, the demon king, was recruited and fell into his boundless ocean.

Time passed by, the stars finally filled the night sky, and the protagonist of the ceremony became Xie Ran again. Ling Zhi was about to wake him up, but Xie Ran had already opened his eyes and stood up with the scepter in his hand.

He lightly patted Ling Zhi's hand that was about to help him, indicating that he could walk over by himself.Ling Zhi looked at him worriedly. Fortunately, although Xie Ran's footsteps were not fast, they were still steady, and walked to the center of the altar step by step.

With a wave of his left hand, the torches around the altar were immediately extinguished, and it was pitch black.But Ling Zhi could almost feel the eagerly looking eyes from the audience, all looking up at the darkness, where Xie Ran was standing.

It was a heavy admiration, a heavy expectation, and finally turned into a burden that made it difficult for people to breathe.

In the next second, a dazzling white light flashed across Xie Ran's body, and the tip of the scepter in his hand also shone goldenly.

Qingyue's harp sounded, Xie Ran's figure was like a shadow, his footsteps turned continuously, and his cloak fluttered in the air.Wherever the fingertips passed, the fairy dust of gold powder scattered down.What seems to be in his hand is not a scepter but a sharp sword, splitting the dark and confused world.

Ling Zhi stared at him blankly, almost forgetting that he was still trapped in the enchantment, and that he was still standing on the altar. Xie Ran's dancing posture was full of power, full of shocking courage .

——No wonder people say that the dance of the Holy Son is a grand scene in the world.

As if a god descended into the world, the God of Light seemed to be in front of everyone, and everyone couldn't help but knelt down and kowtowed in worship.

At the end of the song, Xie Ran waved his hand, and the torches around the altar were lit again. Ling Zhi still looked at Xie Ran blankly, unable to recover for a while.

This dance was the end of the sacrificial ceremony. When Xie Ran walked to Ling Zhi's side, he grabbed Ling Zhi who was in a daze and walked off the altar.

Only then did Ling Zhi come to his senses, and murmured, "It's so beautiful, I haven't seen enough of it yet."

As soon as Xie Ran returned to his palace, he couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down in the corridor leaning on the wall.

Ling Zhi quickly went to help him, Xie Ran said weakly, "Let me rest...don't touch me."

He seemed a little unconscious, took the initiative to grab Ling Zhi's hand, and said vaguely, "Ling Zhi...I'm tired..."

Ling Zhi was quite flattered, and he didn't know where he made a mistake so he suddenly took the initiative to get close.

He was even a little unaccustomed to embarrassment, so he patted his back to comfort him and said, "You are the Holy Son, although you are tired, you are admired by thousands of people."

Xie Ran smiled bitterly and remained silent.

Ling Zhi had no choice but to hold him in his arms, and continued to pat his back slowly.

The author has something to say: This article will be reversed on October 10th, and there will be a 14D update at that time. The v chapter will start from Chapter 31. Friends who have already read it may not buy it again~

入v后会一直更新到本小说完结因为入v之后要上夹子，所以有一些部分要大修，会有修改提示，不是更新啦感谢在2020-09-2823:49:54~2020-10-1119:01:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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