wear it lord god

So beautiful, really beautiful.

Perhaps the people over there also hope that she can see this gorgeous and crystal-like city.

Why? To get her to show mercy.

But as the Lord God, everything should be based on the development of the planet. There is no point in keeping creatures without faith. Just like the dinosaurs before, they are useless to the Lord God except for consuming the resources of the planet.

"Finally I understand. I thought you still couldn't bear to part with those dinosaurs." Mo Ming was lying on the jade bed next to him. The material of this jade is ordinary, but it is very big, so it was carved into a stone bed and placed here. If you feel like it, you can lie on it to keep cool in the summer.

After all, there are so many of them. In some dimensions, a living dinosaur is absolutely worth a fortune.

Mo Ming sneered: "What a high price! Will the Heavenly Dao there, or the Lord God there, allow such a thing to appear? Anything that goes against the Heaven's will will be dealt with. If someone appears now who has the ability to blow this planet into slag, what will you do?"

Of course he went over immediately and slapped him to death.

Even if the planet is gone, you can bind to another one, but you have to start from the beginning again, from a barren land without even a drop of water to one with vitality and life, and you have to wait again.

No one wants to have to start all over again after the garden they have worked so hard to grow is blown into a deep pit.

Don't think about it, just give them 24 hours and see what they can come up with.

All the elders gathered in the conference room, and all the analysts, psychologists, and scientists of all kinds were gathered in the entire building. All the data and surveillance were played little by little according to the amplitude, trying to find something useful.

"This passage proves that the goddess is planning to take action," an expert analyzed the results of an afternoon's hard work as he played them.

"Hope~, it's not your fault. You have completed your mission and it's time to rest." The surveillance video was shown on the screen.

The expert pressed the pause button, looked at the tablet on the table, repeated this sentence and looked around. He used his usual deep tone, which was very convincing: "The goddess of proof thought that all the mistakes were our own fault and wanted to shut down Hope. Later it was proved that she did so. It was just that Hope kept begging for mercy, which moved her sympathy, so we should thank Hope for this."

Everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to the glass next to them, and they could see that Hope's body was already outside the office, being inspected and oiled, making sure that Hope looked as new as it had been a hundred years ago. This would increase the goddess's favorability.

"We also analyzed the data on the home planet that Hope provided. The result is that the goddess is extremely powerful. We have no chance of winning against her." The expert softened his tone with helplessness: "In my opinion, don't use any weapons anymore, whether it's a stick or a microwave gun. Not only will it not threaten her, it will also anger her. Don't be stupid again. Don't dance on the edge of a knife and try to test her patience."

The war advocates who were so tough that they could even declare war on the gods, have all lost their voices. To them, dying for one's country is just talk. Originally, this land was not their territory. Whose country were they dying for? To put it bluntly, their ancestors were just guests.

When the facts are right in front of us, if you still talk about capturing or even destroying the goddess, then you have a mental problem and should be sent to a mental hospital.

In the silence, someone finally said, "Go on."

As the sun rose, the sound of drums could be heard faintly from the foot of the mountain.

Mo Ming: "This is the mortals here offering sacrifices. They beat drums every morning to welcome the sunshine."

This is interesting, she flew down and became invisible.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a very large flat altar, on which are placed stone tables, each of which is filled with food. Most of the food is simple porridge, noodles, and a lot of raw fruits and vegetables. Most of the meat is raw, but some is cooked.

In front of the altar is a stone tablet, with the name of the main god Xining engraved on the top, and the names of the fourteen original gods engraved side by side below.

In front of them was a huge stone incense burner filled with burning incense sticks. All the villagers were kneeling in front of the incense burner.

The drum sound came from the side. A shirtless strong man was beating the drums rhythmically with two mallets. Behind him were four pretty and graceful girls wearing red, green, white and blue long skirts, dancing to the drum beats.

This time, the fourteen first generation gods also came, flying in the air, looking down at the scene in front of them.

When the drums stopped beating, everyone knelt before the first gods.

A first generation god said in a loud voice: "We will receive your daily prayers. Yesterday, the Lord God Xining came and was pleased to see you like this. Remember, everything you have was given by the Goddess Xining."

Everyone raised their hands and shouted "Goddess Xining" three times, bowing once for each shout.

Be sincere and have no distractions.

Xining suddenly felt a surge of faith, which was a really good feeling.

Then, under the guidance of the village elders, they began to recite the names of the gods on the stone tablet. At this time, the first generation of gods flew away with satisfaction.

When everything was finished, the sacrifice was over. Everyone went up to the altar and found their own altar. They placed the raw food on the altar and then started to eat breakfast standing or sitting around the altar.

As they ate, they talked and discussed, with children making noises and parents scolding them from time to time. It was just like a feast for the whole village, except that each family ate their own food.

Of course, there are also times when I see that the family I have a good relationship with doesn’t have any good food, so I share some with them.

There was only one old man on one of the altars, his back was bent and his body was hunched. There was only a bowl of gray flour on the table, and no one knew what kind of grain it was made of.

Many villagers brought their home dishes over and put a few pieces into his bowl with their chopsticks.

Someone asked: "Mrs. Zhang, can my eggs be exchanged for half a piece of pork head? Look at half a basket of eggs!"

"Okay, but we don't need that much. My family just killed a pig yesterday and we can't finish it."

So he exchanged half a basket of eggs for half a pig's head, and the other party didn't even cut off the ears. This made the other party feel embarrassed, so he said that when the chicks hatched, he would definitely give him five.

The voice on the other side said, "Richard, I just opened a jar of wine today. You, your wife and sister Jenny come over and taste it."

A blonde girl, who must be Jenny, glanced sheepishly at the young man sitting cross-legged at another altar. The young man pretended to be calm, but his face had already turned red.

Xining was almost moved to death, it was like a utopia, the dream home of mankind. These first generation gods are good, they did not disappoint me.

After breakfast, the things that needed to be changed were changed, the chat was over, and after everyone packed up, the men took their farm tools and went to the fields to work together, while the women took their things and went back to their own homes. The children all went to a three-story tiled house next door, and soon the sound of reading could be heard from inside.

Seeing this, Xining was even more satisfied.

At this time, a man and a pregnant woman did not leave. They should be a couple, kneeling in front of the stone tablet.

The village elders looked embarrassed: "Rules are rules. I told you a long time ago, but you just didn't listen." (End of this chapter)