175, Xiaohong (real red ticket plus update)

When Tang Xiaotang came out after taking a shower and wiping her half-dry hair, she had fainted twice and woken up by being pinched, sitting in a piece of ashes with a vegetable face.

"What's wrong with your lips?" Tang Xiaotang saw the long blood scab broken by others at a glance and didn't understand what had happened in just ten minutes. "You..."

Zhao pointed to the boy who sat cross-legged and didn't dare to say anything more: "It's not all good things he did."

Tang Xiaotang followed his fingers to look at the teenager.

The teenager is thin and tall, wearing a white top with a hood, a sexy deep V-neck revealing a large strong chest, a red belt, and a black martial arts trousers and gold-rimmed soap boots. He is quite dressed in a Western style. His crimson hair has been cut into a Moxigan's shape, like a warm flame.

"What did you do to him?" Tang Xiaotang asked.

The teenager's mouth spleated and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. A gentleman doesn't do anything. I'm not a gentleman. I shouldn't do anything, let alone speak. I..."

Tang Xiaotang was struck by lightning in a trance: "You... can't you be KISS?" Kissed people's mouths as soon as they met?

Fortunately, I don't understand what KISS is, otherwise I will be so angry that I will faint again.

The teenager looked at Tang Xiaotang with the pure and pitiful eyes of Bibi: "Mom, am I really annoyed? Some people have said that about me before, saying that I am noisy and annoying. Am I really noisy? Did I say a lot?"

Tang Xiaotang understood what was wrong with Zhuan's constipated expression. She hurriedly gestured and said, "First of all, I'm not your mother. Secondly, you are really a little wordy. You haven't been talking for a long time. Tell me who you are first."

The teenager opened his eyes wide: "Aren't you my mother? Why are you not my mother? You have a familiar feeling, you must be my mother! Why don't you admit that you are my mother? Am I too talky, so you don't want me anymore?"

"Stop!"

Tang Xiaotang's hands and waist: "From now on, you can't speak more than three sentences at a time!"

The teenager hugged his ankle aggrievedly: "Oh."

He held his forehead with an expression of death: "You'd better recognize this son, or we will all be annoyed to death."

Tang Xiaotang looked at him with his eyes and asked gloomyly, "If he is my son, you have to call me aunt. Are you sure?" He suddenly opened his mouth and became tongue-tied.

It took Tang Xiaotang an hour to explain his and Zhuan's history to the teenager, and finally said, "To sum up, I'm not your mother, understand?"

"I see." The teenager nodded obediently, but obviously, he didn't listen at all.

Zhenqi got up and said, "Since he is not a kiss, he has to look for it again, Xiao... Xiaohong, since you have been in the Fuxi Temple for so long, you should be very familiar with this ruins. Can you show us a way?"

Although the teenager named Xiaohong was a little talkative, he had a good temper and knew that they were looking for people instead of stealing things, so he readily agreed to lead them.

As Tang Xiaotang saw, the Fuxi Temple fell straight into the bottom of the infinite abyss from a thousand feet high, falling so that it was so rotten that almost no brick or tile was complete. Looking at the endless wall, you can faintly distinguish the prosperous appearance of that year.

The night pearl can't be broken, scattered in the ashes and rubble, emitting a cold moonlight. The three walked on the broken road, as if they were in the deep sea.

The ruins were quiet, and only the rustling sound of the soles rubbing against the sand was endless. After walking for almost an hour, not to mention living people along the way, not even seeing a corpse.

"Where are the people here?" Tang Xiaotang asked puzzledly.

Xiao Hong walked ahead and replied, "Some of them escaped, and those who didn't escape, except me, are all dead."

He frowned: "Is the kiss dead?"

Little Red shook her head and said she didn't know: "I haven't seen the person you mentioned. Maybe he has been here for a long time."

"It's impossible. They all said that the kiss was still in the infinite abyss," Tang Xiaotang stepped on the bricks, and the bricks were silently annihilated into ashes. "Others don't talk about it. If the kiss leaves here alive, the dragonfly must have seen it."

Xiaohong said logically, "Then he is dead. Normally, almost everyone died on the spot when it collapsed here, and I almost... er, more than three sentences."

"It's okay. Go on."

This child is really stupid and cute. Tell him not to say more than three words. Don't talk too much.

Xiaohong then continued to say, "I almost died. It was Your Majesty who saved me. Later, after I was injured, I walked nearby and found that everyone was dead, even Your Majesty..."

The two mentioned it at the same time and asked with one voice, "What's wrong with Your Majesty?"

Xiao Hong lowered her head sadly: "Your Majesty... I don't know why... little by little... turned into a stone."

"Turn into a stone?!"

"Well, when I woke up, Your Majesty held me in his arms. My knees had grown together with the ruins and I couldn't walk," Xiaohong said, stopping, and his eyes were empty and blank. "Later, slowly his whole body began to petrify. By more than 300 years ago, he completely lost his breath and no longer I spoke."

Tang Xiaotang was so surprised that he didn't know what to say. He asked calmly, "Has your majesty told you what's going on, or did he let you leave here and ask someone for help?"

Little Red shook her head angrly: "Your Majesty let me go, saying that he could no longer protect me. He asked me to go to Daze to find Lord Shaohao and never come back in the future, but I don't want to. I don't want to leave Your Majesty. I want to save him, but he said that no one can save him. This is life and God's doom."

When it comes to the number of disasters, even Zhuanqi is silent, and even the high Fuxi can't avoid the disaster. How can he be spared?

I just don't know whether my disaster has come or not and how it will come.

"Can you take us to see Your Majesty?" Tang Xiaotang asked softly.

Not long, Xiaohong led the two to an empty place, which was still full of debris. In the end, he was one of the five emperors. He came to the Fuxi Temple many times. After careful identification, he said, "This is in front of the Donghua Gate of Taihao Palace. In the past, in addition to the fairy and the generals served in the palace, only Nuwa and her uncle were allowed to From the entrance and exit, even Emperor Yanhuang asked for a meeting, and His Majesty only received him in Yanxi Palace. I didn't expect that I was lucky enough to step here, but under such circumstances..."

There were endless emotions in the words, but Xiaohong said very sadly, "Ah? Is it so strict? I can also go in and out at will. Is your majesty more afraid of being disturbed, so he doesn't allow too many people to go in and out?

Fuxi, are you not even afraid of quarreling? This is the common idea of Tang Xiaotang and Zhuanqi.

Tang Xiaotang's face was not very good-looking, and he was busy in the middle and mud: "Xiaohong, you are different. You are the person around your majesty. Your Majesty spoils you. Can't you still lock you up?"

Xiaohong didn't say much and stepped over the collapsed door beam. Her face became more and more ugly, and she walked around from the side with the hem of her clothes.

Half of the Taijiao Palace is a pond, but thousands of years later, the water has already dried up, leaving a bare pond, and the dead lotus flowers are black attached to the collapsed pillars and walls, as if they have grown into one.

A house was originally built in the corner of the pool, but now it has completely collapsed. Only one foundation has been split in half from the middle. Most of the walls are poured into the pond and piled up into a hill.

Xiao Hong slid to the bottom of the pool along a pillar and walked to the ruined mountain: "It's right here."

He walked to the foot of the ruins mountain nearly one person high and knelt down on one knee.

In front of him, under the crisscrossing brick and tiles, there lay a stone man with vivid facial features, clear wrinkles in his robe, and his long scattered hair. The stone man lay on his side, with his left arm in a circle, just enough to accommodate a person with a small skeleton to lie in.

Xiao Hong gently wiped the dust on the stone man's face with her hand, touched the stone man's arm, and whispered, "Your Majesty, someone is coming."

The stone man did not respond, but Xiaohong regarded it as a living person and said a lot.

"Is there really such a person in the palace? Why have I never seen it? If he is still there, he will probably be dead. The dead have turned into ashes and can't be found.

"For more than 2,000 years, everyone has probably forgotten us. Your Majesty is so good, why will he be forgotten?"

"Aren't you talking to me today?"

A few steps behind him, Tang Xiaotang couldn't stand it anymore. He covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath.

Jianqi said sadly, "Uncle once told me that Emperor Fuxi and Lady Nuwa were the gods born at the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth. Later, Lady Nuwa squeezed people with clay, and Emperor Fuxi gave life, and there were people in the world. There were birds and animals, flowers, insects and birds... Your majesty's consciousness relied on every in the illusory world. The creatures can do everything because of their beliefs.

"As Westerners said, God is created by human faith," Tang Xiaotang's eyes turned red. "There is only one way to die without believers."

"That's what Your Majesty said to me at the beginning."

Xiaohong and Shiren talked enough and came over when she heard them talking: "Your Majesty said that people in the world no longer pay attention to God because they can use the power of God, but they don't know that God's power exists to respond to their thirst. Without the faith of mortals, the three emperors and five emperors will become weaker and weaker, and more If you can't take care of the people, such a vicious circle will only die in the end.

It turned out that this was the disaster of the gods. Tang Xiaotang vaguely understood why his master Pangu would tell himself that he could save the gods of the fantasy world from the disaster. In addition to his relationship with Kun Dongyin, he was afraid that he hoped that he could rekindle the fire of faith in the hearts of the world.

The ancients did not understand the world and marveled at the storm, thunder, day and night. In the final analysis, it is a miracle that makes people believe and worship God, a miracle that human power cannot create.

The meager power of giving help to the people around them and changing the situation that they cannot change cannot be said to be the continuation of God's love for the world. After all, the original intention of God's power is to make all sentient beings in the world happy.

"I would like to use my life to make more people happy," Tang Xiaotang clasped his hands on his chest and meditate, "Swear in the name of an artifact."