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Zhao Yutang thought that Qin Wu would still stay in the Chaos Realm as before, but who would have imagined that he would have his own room in the temple.

Maybe it's because he likes the darkness, or maybe he doesn't think it's necessary. The room was pitch black and there was no light on. Qin Wu seemed to be walking in daylight without being affected at all, but suddenly there was a muffled sound next to his ear. Seeing Zhao Yutang slumped down beside a chair, he frowned tightly.

He lifted his robe and squatted down, deliberately teasing, "A little girl of this age can't even walk?"

His expression couldn't be seen clearly in the dark, and Zhao Yutang was not as knowledgeable as he was. He rubbed his sore calf, "It's too dark here, I can't see."

Qin Wu's ability to see things would not be affected by the darkness, so he didn't think of this at all. After hearing Zhao Yutang's words, he remembered that ordinary people are afraid of the dark, especially little girls.

He stood up suddenly and rummaged through the cabinet next to the bed.

Zhao Yutang had already groped to stand up, and as soon as she took a step, she saw a cluster of shining white light in the room, and the white light was getting closer and closer to her.

Qin Wu stuffed the thing in his hand into Zhao Yutang's arms. It was a luminous pearl no bigger than a palm. The whole body was lustrous and full of light. Just one pearl could clearly reflect every corner of the room.

Because of this, Zhao Yutang could see clearly the furnishings in the house, with all the furniture and decorations, it seemed that he should stay here often.

When she stood there observing her surroundings, Qin Wu was already leaning on the soft couch and reading a book. Layers of clothes were piled on the ground, sparkling waves and shadows under the light, like a meandering dark river.

Zhao Yutang took a closer look, and found that he was holding the history book of Daqin, or the one dedicated to clan gods. When he saw some unsatisfactory or fabricated parts, he tapped his fingertips lightly, and the pages burned.

Qin Wu used an index finger to push away the little head blocking his view, "You can't understand."

Zhao Yutang tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, "Then tell me the story."

The child's body was so limp as if he had no bones, she was very courageous, she tried to sneak into his arms because she didn't take up any space, making his neat clothes crumpled in an instant.

Qin Wu stared at his wrinkled collar for a while, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and wanted to settle the score with Zhao Yutang, but she was young and ignorant, so she would only look at him with innocent eyes.

Zhao Yutang didn't care whether he liked it or not, and pointed to a certain line of writing with his fleshy little finger, "What are you talking about here?"

Qin Wu pushed her finger away, but did not let go. He held it in his hand and played with it, casually fooling her, "It is about the fact that mortals should not blaspheme the god at will, cannot look directly into the eyes of the god, and cannot touch her. The hem of the god's clothes, and the speech with the god of the clan should not be too big or small.

Zhao Yutang: "..."

Order her, right?

She blinked her eyes, pretending to be confused and puzzled, "What do you mean, big or small? Big is big, and small is small."

Qin Wu: "...you are neither big nor small."

He had a bit of a headache, wondering why mortals raise children, to raise such a bold and unruly little girl.

Zhao Yutang continued to pretend to be ignorant, "I don't understand, your speech is so difficult to understand."

Qin Wu: "?"

The co-authorship is still his fault.

He leaned back slightly, his jet-black hair poured down like running water, revealing a section of his fair neck, and he gently pulled Zhao Yutang's braid with his hands.

"Then tell me, how did your parents teach you to treat the god?"

His posture is more suitable for Zhao Yutang to lean on. She grabbed his clothes and moved her position in his arms, her cheek pressed against Qin Wu's chest, and began to chat nonsense, "Mother said it is not easy to see the god of the clan, you have to be firm." Hold it in your hand and you can't let Shishen run away."

She grabbed Qin Wu's index finger and shook it, "It's like this."

Qin Wu was speechless for a moment, suspecting that her parents were not normal people, but with a soft little body attached to her body, and her fingers being held like a baby, a bit of pride and joy slowly surfaced in his heart. , I think this is also good.

Since he was born, he has undertaken the mission of helping mortals survive in this world. Now that mortals have established a country and proclaimed themselves emperor, everything is going well, so he can relax. At this time, it is not bad to raise a mortal doll to relieve his boredom.

Thinking of this, Qin Wu wanted to pinch Zhao Yutang's face, because she was young and pampered, her skin was soft and delicate and easy to touch, but this time it was in vain, because Zhao Yutang didn't want to, she sat up straight Go to the book, "What is this page about?"

Qin Wu glanced at it casually, and didn't fool her again this time, "It's about the revival of the god."

Hundreds of years ago, there were news of the demise of clan gods from other families one after another. The loss of clan gods is equivalent to the loss of amulets. All tribal countries are anxious, especially those countries that have lost clan gods. Resurrect the god.

Zhao Yutang raised his head and asked, "Are these methods really useful?"

Qin Wu said indifferently, "Some steps are quite interesting, but it is absolutely impossible for the God of Clan to be revived once he has fallen."

Reviving a god is a law against the heavens, how could it be easily seen by mortals.

Zhao Yutang looked at Qin Wu seriously, "Will the God of the Clan die too?"

Perhaps Qin Wu is stronger than other clan gods, so he has existed for a longer time. Zhao Yutang remembers that more than 200 years later, that is, the dynasty she really lived in. At that time, only Qin Wu was left. There are no other gods in other countries.

"Of course." Qin Wu didn't want to talk about life and death with a child, so he gently pinched her cheek, "But it must have lived longer than you."

No matter how short the lifespan of a god is, it is longer than that of ordinary people. After Qin Wu said this, he suddenly frowned and dismissed this thought.

"Why are there so many questions?" Qin Wu said pretending to be impatient, closed the book and threw it aside, then pushed Zhao Yutang's shoulder, "Get off me."

Zhao Yutang came out of his arms, with his short legs dangling gently on the side of the bed, and kicked Qin Wu's clothes once and for all. He sat lazily on the sidelines, as if he didn't notice her little movements.

After a while, Qin Wu didn't hear the little girl's movement, so he looked up, only to find that her head was getting sleepy, she was about to fall asleep, and she was still clutching a piece of his clothes.

Qin Wu stared at her for a while, and when she was about to fall down, he reached out to support her in time, and hugged her strangely.

She was proficient, and adjusted her position in his arms without opening her eyes the whole time.

Qin Wu looked at his messy clothes and wanted to frown, and pinched Zhao Yutang's face in retaliation, but when he did, he didn't even want to leave a red mark.