totem god system

Chapter 287 Don't Cry
Wan took the little lamb, walked through the temple familiarly, and entered the totem hall.

As goddesses, the Totem Temple is their home, and there is no place in the temple that is forbidden to them, even if the reincarnation priests are inferior to them.

Speaking of which, the number of reincarnation priests has also increased. Sheng led a group of reincarnation priests to the main hall one step ahead of them, but he didn't dare to go in and stood quietly at the door.

Wan came to the door to look around at these honest reincarnated priests, and walked inside without saying a word.

A reincarnation priest was about to step forward to stop him when he was slapped hard on the back of the head.

"Don't play dead, Goddess, you dare to stop her, are you crazy?" the veteran reincarnation priest cursed in a low voice.

"But none of us went in!" the newly promoted priest of reincarnation muttered dissatisfied.

"I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding. We are the servants of my god, and the goddess is the woman of my god. Which one do you think is closer?" The veteran reincarnation priest paused and cursed in a more ruthless tone, and then secretly glanced at her. Take a look at life.

"Hiss—" The newly promoted priest of reincarnation understood, took a deep breath, and hurried back to stand uprightly. He always thought that Goddess was the same as these priests of reincarnation, that they were servants of God, but their responsibilities were different. , They are male servants, and the goddess is a maid, but I didn't expect that this is not the case at all.

There are servants, but they are the only male servants. The identity of the goddess is different from them. On the surface, it can be said that they are maids, but secretly, the real identity is the woman of God.

Sheng lowered his head, as if he didn't see or hear anything, just like an old monk in meditation, wood carving and clay sculpture, he is the oldest, and he is Wan's grandfather, he knows it better than anyone else, and now he is wondering if he should Give this newly promoted priest some color and see, his granddaughter dares to stop him, is this a crooked job?

"Grandpa~" Seeing Sheng, Wan immediately came over affectionately and called out affectionately.

"Go in quickly." Sheng said with a blank face. He was happy in his heart, but he still maintained his seriousness on the surface. Even if he was the oldest priest, he couldn't go too far.

"Well, then I'll go in first." Wan nodded obediently, took the little lamb's hand and walked into the totem hall.

The weirdness in the hall does not attract Wan's interest, and her current thoughts are all on Xiaobai.

The little lamb still couldn't let go, nervous, with cold sweat on his palms, and timidly followed Wan.

Wan came to the front of the totem pole, stood still, raised her head to look at the totem pole, and tightly held the hand of the little lamb. The hand of the little lamb was red from being held. She looked up at Wan, a little aggrieved, but did not dare to make a sound , Enduring silently.

Xiaobai was studying the changes in the Samsara Tribe over the past two months with great interest, when he suddenly felt something in his heart.

"Huh?" He changed his consciousness and looked into the totem hall, and then he saw Wan who was full of affection.

"Emmmm... Is Xiao Nizi so sensitive that you discovered it so quickly?" Xiaobai blinked, feeling a little moved in his heart, and his figure flashed out of the totem space.

In the golden light, Xiaobai's figure appeared. At this time, he had put on the emperor's robe again, returning to Wan's familiar appearance.

"Wan." Xiaobai called softly with a smile on his face.

Wan's body shook for a moment, she held her mouth shut, endured, endured, endured, and couldn't hold back, tears dripped down.

Oh my mother, why are you still crying?Xiaobai's claws were numb immediately, and he didn't dare to pretend to be calm. He quickly walked up to her, gently embraced her in his arms, stroked her long hair, and comforted her.

"Don't cry, don't cry, what wronged you, come on, be good." True God Xiaobai, who punched the giant beast, stepped on the giant worm, and angered the gods, foresaw Wan's tears, it was just a second of cowardice .

"Woo... where have you been? Don't tell me, I thought you didn't want me anymore." Wan sobbed, trying to hold back her tears, but the tears were not very obedient, and they were still flowing wantonly.

"How can I not want you, you are so good, don't cry, I'm just going out for a trip, the world is so big, I want to see it, good boy." Xiaobai was a little flustered when she met Wan's tears.

"Wow... woo woo woo..."

"?!" Xiaobai looked at the little lamb behind Wan in horror, his face was full of depression, I haven't coaxed Wan well yet, why did I cry again, what's going on?

When the little lamb cried, Wan Wan was taken aback. She held back her tears and turned to look at the little lamb in surprise. Why is this worse than crying herself? Is the feeling so deep?
"It hurts! Sister, your hand hurts so much!" The little lamb was pitiful, with tears streaming down his eyes.

"..." Wan and Xiaobai looked at the little lamb's hand at the same time, almost deformed by the pinch.

Wan quickly let go of her hand in embarrassment, and the little lamb quickly retracted her little hand, put it to her mouth and blew, still looking pitiful.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wan folded her hands together to apologize, while Xiaobai covered her face.

Wan herself has forgotten that she is no longer an ordinary tribesman, she is a unique priestly warrior-blade dancer, although in terms of strength, the death warriors are not comparable to those rough men, but she is much stronger than ordinary tribesmen .

As for the little lamb, she is the next Qujiao sheep sacrifice of the Qujiao Tribe. She is not a warrior at all, and is much weaker than ordinary tribesmen. When Wan is so excited, she can't control the strength in her hands. I still wanted to hold back, but in the end I cried, and the strength in my hand became stronger.

Laughter and crying are both contagious. Seeing Wan cry so badly, the little lamb felt sad from the bottom of his heart. Coupled with the pain in his hand, he couldn't help it anymore, and cried out loud.

But this is also very good, at least it broke the sad atmosphere that Xiaobai was most afraid of, and it made him feel at ease. She tapped on some red and swollen hands, and divine power healed her pain in an instant.

The little lamb's eyes widened, and he looked at Xiaobai cutely.

"Don't cry anymore, be good." Xiaobai smiled and rubbed the little lamb's head again. The little lamb nodded stupidly, and suddenly felt that the true god of reincarnation is so gentle, and two more red flowers appeared on her face. Xia, whoosh, hid behind Wan, showing half a smiling face, looking at Xiaobai from the side.

After finally comforting the two women, Xiaobai led them up to the altar, and after sitting down, he said: "I just went for a stroll, don't worry, I forgot to tell you in advance, it's mine. wrong."

"My god, can you take me with you next time you go out?" Wan pouted her lips with a girlish delicacy.

"Yeah." The little lamb hid beside Wan, nodding his head again and again, as if "my sister is right".

(End of this chapter)