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The gods united by the prayers of human beings will also be forgotten and disappear.In this land of heavy spirits, gods are quietly born and leave silently every moment.

Of course, not all gods will be annihilated because of the loss of believers. The descendants of the gods with noble blood will not have such troubles. They are born extraordinary, and they are not born by relying on human beings.On the contrary, the creatures on the earth must ask for their mercy if they want to survive.Thinking of this, Fenglong's eyes dimmed. It shrunk and curled up on the gentle god's neck. After a while, it could not even condense its body shape, and it gradually lost the warmth of life.

In the past, Master Yimulian, the god of Tianjin, was also an existence with eternal life...

Shenming's hand reached into Fenglong's light red mane and rubbed it, his cold fingertips also caught the heat of the dragon's body, he pursed his lips slightly to look back, but suddenly stopped in the next second.The very comfortable Fenglong opened his eyes inexplicably, looked up at his own god blankly, tilted his head and asked: "[Master Yimulian?]

Yimulian shook his head, leaned forward, reached out to caress the girl's forehead, and frowned.

Seeing this, Fenglong slid down from the god's neck, and he circled around Yuji, rubbed and sniffed, until the god pinched the tip of his tail to remind him, and then flew to the top of Yuji's head again, saying: "OK It's so hot, the human child is about to die." Yu Ji had already fallen into a coma, and Feng Long made a sound without caring.

This is not surprising. Human beings are very fragile, especially in their infancy, and they will lose their lives if they are not careful.In the Heian era, the medical conditions were extremely poor. The great doctors and doctors of curses and bans in Dian Yaoliao were all institutions serving the nobles. People would ask the mage onmyoji to pull them out and pray. Of course, more common people can only close their eyes and wait for death. Some of these messy folk remedies can even hasten the death of patients.In modern times, wind-cold cold is nothing more than a bowl of banlangen, but in ancient times it was a fatal disease.

Although he is a god, Yimulian is powerless.He is a god who can give blessings to believers and calm the storm. The shield protected by the wind god is difficult to break even a big monster, but he is unable to drive away the filth that has penetrated into the human body.Fenglong also knew this, looked at Yimulian worriedly, and persuaded: "... There is no way to do it, you should think about it. Otherwise, I will go to find Gu Huo Niao, isn't she very good at taking care of children? "But who knows where Gu Huo Niao is, I'm afraid that by the time he finds it, the child will already be buried in the ground.

As the master, Yimulian wouldn't understand what Fenglong knew. He knelt beside Yuji and brushed her sweat-soaked hair away. The little girl's breath sprayed into his palm. The heat of a young creature who just came to this world.

Yimulian withdrew his hand, but under Fenglong's unbelievable gaze, he cut his index finger with his thumbnail, and golden blood flowed out. Yimulian bent down and dotted the drop of blood on the girl's forehead, calmly Watching it soak in, and his already blurred figure also became more transparent.

"What are you doing, Mr. Ichimokulian, it will disappear—oh!"

The wind dragon screaming piercingly was pinched by the god, and it could only express its protest by flicking its tail wildly.

The eyelashes of the girl who absorbed the blood of the gods trembled slightly, the terrifying heat that entangled her in her dream faded instantly, and another kind of warmth filled her whole body in an instant, and she couldn't help stretching out her body so comfortably that even the chaotic The brain also becomes clearer.

In the eyes of outsiders, the girl's body glowed with golden fluorescence. The blood of the gods can not only strengthen the human body, but also draw out the spiritual power possessed by Yu Ji. When these two powers are fused, they will attach to her body At the same time, the ghostly aura generated by Yu Ji's original body degenerated for some reason disappeared at this moment.

After a while, the girl lying on the ground was completely free of illness, the unnatural flush on her face faded, and her eyes, which were tightly wrinkled by the pain, also relaxed.At the same time, there was also a thin god who stretched his brows and eyes together, wrapped the girl in his coat, and whispered as if talking to himself: "That's fine..."

Fenglong, whose mouth was loosened, heard Yimulian's voice before he could complain. He closed his mouth and looked up at the peaceful god.

Humans have already moved to other places, and Fengshen has been waiting here alone for many years.The believers who left did not return until they died, and this land has never been stopped by anyone.He has been lingering in this jungle that once nurtured hundreds of people, until the god tree withered, the former residence was weathered, and the vegetation grew and buried traces of people's life.

Fengshen once thought that he would dissipate while waiting like this.Unexpectedly, at the end of his life, a lost and helpless young boy stepped into this shrine.

So, such an ending is really good...it can still come in handy at the end, can't it?

The wind dragon obviously had a different idea from the gods, it didn't want him to disappear, but when it saw the bright smile on the face of the wind god, which was going away with the believers, it was reluctant to say something that might spoil the fun.

Xianyu, who had just recovered from her fever, didn't know what had happened during her drowsy period. The hunger and fits of cold and fever gradually faded under the nourishment of the divine blood, but the surge and disordered spiritual power made her The body is still in a state of fatigue.In the half-brightness, she seemed to hear someone talking beside her. The voice was inexplicably familiar. It was difficult for her to find words to describe it. If she had to describe it, it would probably be comfortable. And comfortable gentle voice...

When Xianyu's brain was thinking drowsily, something fell on his body. Although it was very thin, it could separate the cold and humid air in the main hall. Xianyu felt like he was in a hot spring , so comfortable that she could no longer think about it, and her consciousness completely settled down.

...

When the sky was about to dawn, a group of guests from afar came to the forest that had been neglected for a long time. These people did not need wind and dragons to open the way, but they found the exact location of the shrine.The leader of the samurai was holding a feather that would automatically float. He raised his hand to stop, and the followers behind him also pulled the reins and dismounted in front of the torii gate.

"This is the shrine that Tadayaki-sama foretold..."

Taking back the floating feathers, the samurai took a deep breath and said, "I hope I didn't make a mistake." As he spoke, he also got off his horse and stepped eagerly onto the moss-covered path.Behind him, a warrior with disheveled hair and a heroic appearance hastily pulled out the dagger from his waist, stepped forward and said, "My lord, please let this subordinate clear the way."

The samurai who was honored as an adult looked up at the torii gate, shook his head and said, "Tsuna, take the Onikiri back, and don't offend the gods." The gods did not leave.After the samurai named Tsuna stepped back hesitantly, he carefully took off his shoes and stepped on the path. His feet were covered with dust along the way, but he didn't mind.When he walked to the worship hall, he bent down and saluted. Although he knew that it was taboo to violate the realm of the gods, he still walked into the main hall, while the subordinates who came with him stayed outside.

There was a string of small footprints on the floor of the main hall. The samurai stepped forward quickly, and saw Yu Ji in a blue male coat curled up in a corner of the room.Seeing this scene, the man's heart was finally relieved. He bowed solemnly to the empty altar and said, "Thank you, Lord Fengshen, for protecting Xiaoyu."

Yimulian didn't intend to show up in front of people, and the samurai didn't expect too much, he got up neatly, walked in front of Yuji, then swung her on his shoulder like carrying a gas tank, and took her away.

Immediately outside the door came the panicked voices of the attendants——

"Wait, my lord! How could you treat Ji Jun so rudely!"

"This subordinate dares to say, Sir, it's not all because of poor poetry writing that you can't date women..."

"Forgive me to speak bluntly, you really deserve to be Major General Minamoto Minamoto who talks about the topic frequently but is not suitable for the pillow table!"

"Subordinates don't know whether to say something, you are really unrefined..."

"To shut up!"