"Forever won’t be too long, after all, your days are numbered, Xiao Chenger."
Zuzi said with a slight smile, sounding not the least bit sad, like a god from the heavens recounting a simple fact without much emotion.
To her, human life and death was a common matter, causing no ripples.
The little crow, lying beside the empty seat next to the lovers’ seat, sipped a cold cola and smacked its beak ruefully: "Our Ancestor is really a straightforward woman, too good at piercing a man’s heart."
Fu Xiqin chewed on a piece of popcorn: "Brother Jin, of course, Ancestor wouldn’t marry a mortal, you forget Ancestor didn’t even fancy my master, who is a wise and mighty supre god."
The Pangu Axe licked its lips: "Hey, my master is the Creator God who created the world with Ancestor, Fu Xi should stay out of it, let alone this mortal kid!"
Fu Xiqin protested: "Hey, my master is Ancestor’s brother, why should he stay out of it? Pangu, you annoying third party... ugh, you iron-headed fool want a fight, right? Let’s go practice outside!"
The little crow exasperatedly flicked a finger on each of their heads: "Scram, all of you quiet down, don’t disturb my movie!"
The three little ones noiselessly squabbled in a group.
anwhile, Bao Gucheng felt as if the world around him had suddenly beco infinitely silent.
All he could hear was Zuzi’s calm "after all, your days are numbered," repeatedly resonating, like a blunt knife stabbing into his heart again and again.
For a long ti.
His Adam’s apple moved, and he spoke sorrowfully: "Even if I go, my soul can stay with you."
Zuzi raised her eyes in surprise with a smile: "Xiao Chenger, don’t you kids all not believe in souls dispersing after death? It’s called... materialism, right?"
The answer from the college exam question bank, she didn’t really understand initially, so she specifically asked the little crow what it ant.
The little crow pouted, saying it’s anti-theism, Ancestor, you better not be swayed by these kids’ naive words, it’s better not to know.
Alas, she was too lazy to study it in depth, but the subject ca up so many tis that it was hard not to understand.
She couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised when Bao Gucheng made such a statent so contrary to materialism.
Bao Gucheng slightly lowered his face, under the dim light of the screen, gazing into her clear eyes, his voice heavy and firm: "Because of you, I believe that even in death, there is a soul. I swear to keep my word."
The atmosphere inexplicably beca sowhat solemn.
Zuzi’s smile gradually froze on her lips, originally just lazily chatting with the boy, was he being serious?
Does he know, if he dies, his soul can’t stay with her, it will be taken away by Black and White Impermanence doing their duty?
Should she correct his earnest yet foolish vow?
Ah, no, mortals knowing too much about the divine world is not good.
Shortens their lifespan.
But making such a heavy vow also shortens lifespan.
How can Xiao Chenger’s pitiful few days of life withstand such tornt?
Ancestor was very lancholic, very conflicted.
She pondered on what to do, but then heard the man above her let out a low breath, seemingly smiling, and said again: "Did I scare you, Miss Zuzi? Don’t worry, if I die, I’ll never turn into an evil ghost relentlessly pursuing you, it’s enough for to watch over you from afar, wishing you peace every year."
Until she marries and has children, he wondered if his dead soul would die again from the madness of jealousy and heartache.
The man’s suddenly humorous tone dissolved the solemn and awkward atmosphere.
The three divine pets couldn’t help but turn their gaze away from the movie screen, forgetting their quarrel, collectively exclaiming: "Damn, this mortal kid is not what he seems, he’s pretty good..."
Zuzi montarily caught her breath, her heart felt tied up, with an indescribable feeling.
She could only let this deeply appealing man’s presence wash over her, enveloped in the kind of vows and promises she hadn’t heard in tens of thousands of years...
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