Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

The palace that gathered all the skilled craftsmen on the mainland finally drove out the first statue after ten days of non-stop work.

The statue is six meters high, and every detail of the palm-sized statue was copied on an inch-by-inch basis.

Even if it is magnified several times, the exquisite details of the small statue are placed on top of the big statue, but it still looks exquisite everywhere, and there is no feeling of missing anything.

At this time, these talents felt more deeply that the little god statue is simply a masterpiece. When they saw the carved statue for the first time, they felt that every part was just right. , without any sense of excess.

But if you magnify this feeling several times, when you look at it again, it will be perfect that people can't put it down.

They looked up at the statue, and it was no longer the clouds and mists that they had knelt down in the past years, but the unparalleled beauty in the world. When they looked at it, they ignored such extreme beauty for the first time, because of the aura that transcended the world. A sense of stability rises from the heart.

As if looking at each other carefully like this, there is nothing to worry about in the world.

Cold and detached, the sense of distance between the gods and the secular world is so clear that even touching it is an offense. Through this stone statue of gods, they feel the dignity of the gods, and they also touch the seemingly gentle alienation.

Looking at the faces of the gods with downcast eyes, in an irresistible longing, there is a trace of their gentleness, but more is also a clear gap.

The disclosure of the truth did not make them feel the distance narrowed, but made the distance more open.

Benji glanced at the little statue in his hand with some reluctance. It looked exactly the same, but it was different after all.

He couldn't carve out the vague indulgence that looked at the little god, and he didn't dare to pour such strong love into the carve like that tyrant.

They are part of the sentient beings in the mainland, and they always treat the gods with the eyes of believers, and others will condemn them if they exceed the rules.

Therefore, the gods in their hands are only noble beings sitting on the throne of gods, not the ones they want to admire wholeheartedly, so the gods they get do not have the unique indulgence and care.

The minister who came to inspect looked at the statue for a long time, without saying anything, and looked at Benji: "Give me the little statue."

Without hesitation, Bangui obediently handed over the statue in his hand.

He couldn't make a little god like Palm, but the human would never be able to make their gods either, and it seemed fair, but it wasn't fair at all.

Bangui believes that even in later generations, no one will be as disrespectful as that human being, which also means that no one will be able to enter the world of gods in the future.

He looked up at the tall god statue, and lowered his head slightly. As a faithful believer in the gods, he has carved the first god statue in the true sense with his own hands.

……

Outside the palace, the elves and those humans have also sneaked into the imperial capital.

Christie said solemnly: "It went very well."

Senior nodded in agreement: "Yes, there are almost no obstacles."

The elf elder naturally knew that the journey was going smoothly, but he was not worried even if the other party wanted to encircle and suppress.

The elves are descended from the God of Light, and the condensed demigod power is born to be the nemesis of that taboo power. If they come in, they will not be afraid of being cut off.

Maybe it will make those human beings who want to encircle and suppress themselves ask for trouble, break a gap from the inside, and turn the people who disturbed this human empire on their backs.

Senior turned his head a little worriedly, and looked at Chen, whose face had become more ruddy since sneaking into the empire.

Putting the back of his hand on Chen's forehead again, Senior hesitated and said, "Chen, do you want to rest for a while?"

Chen's dazed expression suddenly withdrew, but some mature edges and corners were faintly revealed on his immature face, and the changes in his gaze towards Senior were subtle but significant along the way.

From the innocence at the beginning, to the deep but clear emotions in his eyes now, he is no longer an elf who can see clearly what he is thinking at a glance.

Senior was a little dazed, he looked at this little elf who was clamoring for him to tell a story before the war, but now he felt a little strange in such a short time.

It seemed that while they were working hard along the way and trying to overcome the fear in their hearts, Chen was constantly transforming. Until now, looking at the past suddenly, she has a mature and steady temperament.

But even if he is calculated according to the age of a human being, he is just a child, even the kind of child who is always worried about whether he will fall when he is released.

Chen shook her head, her clean eyes were stained with other emotions: "I don't need to rest."

Senior nodded in a daze: "Chen..."

In the unfinished words, there are doubts that can be known without explicit explanation.

Chen smiled, the smile on her delicate face was extraordinarily pure, but Senior knew that something was different.

Chen gazed into the distance, and the direction he was looking at was the center of the palace. His scattered eyesight actually had no focus, but he knew that the noble existence he was instinctively looking for was there.

The god who was in charge of the darkness hid there.

He could feel the emperor's call, and as the distance shortened, that illusion-like call faded away, and an inexplicable sadness lingered in his heart.

It seems that when they see the existence they have been longing for, it is also the time of complete separation.

But Chen knew that some feelings were not illusions, but an instinctive intuition about the future.

He lowered his head and spread out his palms, a tender green leaf trembled in his palms, if a gust of wind came next second, it would fly away.

Chen carefully protected it, the leaf bestowed on him by the mother tree.

The mother tree must know something.

That's why he gave him this fragile young leaf when he left, and even the force of rubbing the top of his head was extraordinarily gentle, as if he was comforting something in advance.

Chen said softly, "I'm fine."

"The war will subside soon, and the mainland will soon return to how it was before."

What was the mainland like before?

Chen pursed his lips lightly. In fact, he was really young, and he only got to know a little from the young elves who were much older than him.

The former continent was very good, and there were constant minor disputes among each race, but they were harmonious and harmonious, and everyone seemed to be very happy.

But the elves in the past didn't have emperors.

The newborn elves will not receive the blessing of the emperor.

He was the first and it seems he will be the last.

Senior, however, was even more worried. He felt that Chen's appearance was more worrying than being weak. The most distressing thing was that a child who had always been mischievous would suddenly choke back tears.

And Christie, who has always been gentle and polite, also noticed the movement and looked towards this side. The intelligent young leader looked at Chen as if he knew something.

The eyes that had always been shining with light, silently dimmed.

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