He and It

——That is to say.

Saga was completely fried and looked like it had almost doubled in size. It was so hot that it was about to burn.

——In other words, the request made by the cub is actually to become the wife of God, my... wife...

No! You can't think so. The cub is not familiar with Kaleva's customs and rules. Maybe he just mentioned it casually and didn't mean that much... Yes, maybe in their cultural environment, a person promises care to a god, and promises Obedience and companionship are simply to repay kindness...

Yunchi noticed Sea Otter's stiff silence, couldn't help but touch the back of his head, and laughed twice: No, I mean, since you are alone, I mean Yishen, and I am alone, the two of us can definitely work together. My friend... Oops, why are you becoming more and more outrageous as you talk?

You also know it’s outrageous!

Yunchi spoke quickly, but Sakya held it in for a long time, and finally swallowed back the sacred words he swore in his mouth.

...next time, Saga said dully, don't promise such a thing again.

It is very dangerous to say such things to a god. In this era, language is still a very binding thing. Goblins and monsters born from the tongue lurk in the shadows and are ready to move. Gods also play with people's hearts and mortal oaths. Whether a hero or a sinner, a king or a commoner, when the thoughts in his heart turn into words, escape from the lips and are given a voice by the throat, then, no matter how mysterious a whisper the words are, they will be heard, There will also be a mysterious response at a certain dark moment in the future.

If it was the era when Sakya was in power, when Yunchi said these words, regardless of whether Sakya agreed or not, his soul would belong to Sakya forever, and there would be no possibility of liberation.

You can stay, Saga whispered, but you can't leave this island rashly, and you can't let other humans discover the identity of this body. Because you are a dead sacrifice, you shouldn't stay. In the world.”

Yunchi was startled.

Seeing that the sea otter turned over and was about to leave, he hurriedly called out to him: Yes, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you!

Compared to his huge size, Saga's ears were too small, but when he heard Yunchi's voice, his small ears twitched slightly and he immediately stopped and turned his head.

His eyes were very focused, and Yunchi plucked up the courage to tell Sakya what he heard in the boat.

...If I'm correct, there were about five to six different voices mentioning the two keywords 'Wind God' and 'Storm God Palace'. Yunchi frowned, I think they are quite scared too. Yes, we are rushing to destroy the corpse before the wind god comes back. I want to know, what is going on?

Sakya said Huh, thought seriously for a while, raised his round fur face solemnly, and replied to Yunchi: Let's talk about it when I get back.

Yunchi: ...

Yunchi watched him open the door and go out. Logically speaking, sea otters are not animals suitable for walking on land. Their hind limbs have already evolved into webbeds more suitable for swimming. Therefore, although Saga is very large, it moves at a speed on the ground. Not very fast.

The big sea otter wriggled out, with fluffy fur and a fat tail. Yunchi looked at it and sighed.

Oh, so cute... If a person's size was enlarged more than ten times, he would definitely not be as cute as Saga...

I really don’t know what’s wrong with his followers. Why don’t they want to believe in a sea otter who likes to cover his face? Fallen!

Yunchi scolded those who were not firm enough in his heart, while staring at Sakya's back for a long time.

Big Sea Otter is back, with a pile of old but clean cloth wrapped around his back, intending to change Yunchi's dressing.

Yunchi is considered a child of a wealthy family. Although he has been frugal since he was a child, he still has the discernment he should have. I don’t know what kind of material this pile of fabric is made of. Although the texture is simple, the texture is smooth and soft. It has a water-like color under the sunlight, and not even a single seam can be seen. Even in the modern era of advanced technology, it may not be able to produce this kind of fabric. kind of fabric.

Sakya was not stingy. He shook the cloth off his back, sat down on the edge of the bed, and tore off a piece of hair with his hair palm. It looked like he was going to make a bandage with his hands.

The sacrificial boat you are riding on was specially made for worship. Sakya lowered his big head and whispered while pulling the bandage, This generation of wind god Luo Xi is moody, but he also controls powerful power. God. He likes human sacrifices and beautiful young people, but he always likes the new and hates the old...

Saga sighed: Maybe while he was away, those human sacrifices who had arrived at the Storm Palace were afraid of being abandoned and sent back, or suffering a more cruel fate, so they secretly released Luo Xi's wind eagle to ambush them. You.

You sound like an old pervert! Yunchi said with hatred, Those human sacrifices were pitiful and hateful at the same time. They almost killed me at sea...

Saga paused, and after hearing the description poor people must be hateful, he narrowed his eyes and smiled tolerantly.

Gods have selfish motives, let alone those sacrifices who are not gods yet but rely on the breath of God to live.

After tearing off the bandage, Sakya straightened up, picked up Yunchi, and sank into his thick, fluffy arms. The boy's ungrown frame was like a small movable doll.

So thin, Sakya weighed it and sighed in his heart.

He was not very skilled, but he carefully replaced the old bandage on Yunchi's body, applied herbs to his wounds, wrapped the new bandage with rough edges tightly several times, then tied the knot, and then wrapped Yunchi Tucked into a fur quilt.

Yunchi's hands and feet were inconvenient, so he had to let the sea otter god take care of him. He touched the bandage on his body and asked curiously: What is this made of? It feels so delicate, and it doesn't hurt anymore.

The four strands of spider silk in the morning and dusk symbolize the beginning and end of the day. Saga lowered his head and gathered up the blood-stained bandage. The previous works of the Textile Goddess will look better if they can be dyed.

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