Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

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Black Ingrid looked up.

She was not a "homegirl". When she was practicing with that bitch "Teresa", she had left Atlas City many times, but the places she went to at that time were not much different from Atlas City. The only difference was that the houses in Atlas City looked bigger and more numerous, while the houses in other places looked smaller and fewer.

But the world she saw today was completely different from before.

Vast, boundless...

Here, it seemed that even the hatred in her heart was diluted.

Black Ingrid was stunned for a moment.

She had never imagined that there was such a side to this world. Shouldn't this world be shrouded in hatred everywhere?

Oh, she almost forgot that this was her dream. Isn’t it normal that the world in the dream is clear?

If even dreams are shrouded in hatred, it would be better to destroy this world.

As soon as this thought came into Black Ingrid's mind, she was surprised to find that the scene in front of her had changed again. This time, a blue and boundless water appeared in front of her.

Extra large pond?

"The oceans and rivers in the south of the continent will eventually converge into the ocean. Under the warm waters live countless creatures that are completely different from those on land. Here, the world seems to have no boundaries."

Black Ingrid opened her mouth.

This place is completely different from the grassland, but it is also a pure land where people can relax.

As she stared at the sea in silence, the nursery rhyme brought her to the North Pole of the world.

“This is both the beginning and the end of the world.”

Black Ingrid stared blankly at this world of ice and snow floating on the sea.

It was a bit cold, but she cared more about the pure whiteness up close and what the nursery rhyme said than the cold.

Is this vast expanse of white the starting point and the end point?

Black Ingrid took a deep breath.

She felt a fire burning in her chest. How wonderful it would be if the real world was the same as her dreams?

But obviously this is impossible.

In the real world, there is Atlas, Theresa, and everything she hates. The only one who can make her feel at ease is the Prime Creator.

In the remaining time, Tong Yao took Black Ingrid to see seven or eight other scenic spots, including the desert created by Murphys and the rainforest on the southern continent.

It was not until the moon was at its zenith that they returned to the city of Atlas.

At this time, Black Ingrid was already feeling a little sleepy, and her eyelids were drooping.

"I'm a little sleepy."

"Go to sleep if you feel sleepy."

"Ah."

Black Ingrid nodded, she hugged Tong Yao and slowly closed her eyes.

Everything seemed to end here, but how could Black Ingrid be willing to do so?

This is her dream!

So, the moment she closed her eyes, she suddenly grabbed Tong Yao's right hand and bit it.

With Tong Yao's ability, she easily saw through that Black Ingrid was just pretending to sleep, but since it was in a "dream", she might as well give Black Ingrid a little reward for cooperating with her.

She didn't dodge or push with her hands. She let Hei Ingrid open her mouth and bite her right index finger.

The fragrance of the gods instantly spread in Black Ingrid's mouth, and the great joy almost overwhelmed her mind.

Is this a god?

94 God has bestowed upon me the happiness that I desire. Please be my daughter!

Simply incredible!

After failing many times in succession, Black Ingrid just wanted to give it a try to fight against her inner unwillingness. She never thought that she would succeed.

But the fact is, when she had the least confidence, she succeeded and bit the finger of the Prime Creator.

Even though it's just one finger,...

She must be dreaming, she must be...well, she seemed to be dreaming.

But, this kind of thing is not important at all!

What was important was the sweetness and warmth that was melting in her mouth at this moment, and the excitement that had been accumulating in her chest for a long time but had not been able to find a way to vent.

Black Ingrid was so excited that her body began to tremble. She felt as if she had suddenly ascended into the kingdom of God.

Lick it twice more quickly.

Haha.

So happy!

It’s better to dream.

If it were in reality, even if she wanted to launch a sneak attack, the Prime Creator would easily detect it.

Black Ingrid was both happy and annoyed.

If she had a choice, she would like to stay in this dream and never wake up.

Here is a pure land that has never been polluted. Here is the original creator who could be attacked by her by surprise. It is at least ten thousand times better than the dirty and dark reality outside!

However, even in her dreams she would feel tired and there would come a moment when she would fall asleep. By then, this real dream would probably disappear like a bubble as she woke up again.

Dreams are just dreams after all and will never turn into reality.

For a moment, Black Ingrid felt a little sad, and even began to feel that the fingers of the Prime Creator were a little bitter.

However, now is not the time to think about such things.

Can her sadness change the future?

Obviously not.

In that case, she might as well enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and remember the taste of the Prime Creator before the Prime Creator in her dream pushes her away.

“Mmmmm~”

Black Ingrid put aside all the worries in her heart and held the nursery rhyme in her right hand as if it were a supreme holy object.

She didn't make any unnecessary movements, but just quietly savored the warmth of the nursery rhyme.

Gradually, the fatigue accumulated from running around and fighting during the day began to spread in her body. She felt more and more tired until her eyelids began to twitch, and she reluctantly let go of Tong Yao's fingers.

In a daze, she hugged Tong Yao's waist and made indistinct sounds.

"I will grow up as quickly as possible, until I am bigger than that witch whose name I don't know."

"And then...I'm going to have a baby with Prime Creator!"

"zzz..."

After confirming that Black Ingrid was indeed asleep, Tong Yao gently wiped the wet marks from her fingers.

She did not leave in a hurry, nor did she take Ingrid away from her as she slept in his arms. Instead, she just sat there quietly.

What kind of existence do gods have in relation to the lives they created?

What does the life created by God mean to God?

She thought about these two questions for a long time, but still couldn't find a template answer.

Perhaps there are no fixed answers to these two questions at all.

Because gods are not all the same, just like her and the god in the present world who has disappeared, they both possess the power of gods, but one of them has emotions, and the other is just a ruthless will that overrides the rules.

There are also differences between lives. There are differences between groups and individuals. There are also differences in the same individual in different time periods.

"There is no fixed answer, which may be one of the meanings of life."

Nursery Rhyme smiled and shook her head.

She sat there until midnight, and when she heard hurried footsteps outside, she gently took Ingrid to her side.

It's almost time.

She hid herself, and a minute later, Farodius walked in from outside.

After seeing Ingrid sleeping peacefully without any scars on her body, Farodius breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great!"

He had been looking for Ingrid since the moment she left. Although Ingrid was stronger than he expected, she was just a child after all. How could he just watch Ingrid running around outside alone?

This would be fine if it happened under normal circumstances, but there was a conflict in the morning and Ingrid became the public enemy of Atlas City. He was extremely nervous.

Fortunately, although it took him a long time to find Ingrid, he finally found her.

Should we wake Ingrid?

After hesitating for a moment, Farodius shook his head.

He saw that Ingrid still had a happy smile on her face, and thought that she must have had a very beautiful dream.

Ingrid has suffered a lot in reality. It would be too miserable if she couldn't even have beautiful dreams.

Just wait until Ingrid wakes up naturally. He doesn't have anything to do now anyway.

Farodius sat down next to Ingrid.

He waited for six hours.

Black Ingrid woke up from her sleep and stretched. When she withdrew her hand, she did not forget to squeeze it back with her hand.

The result was naturally that nothing was squeezed in.

"Are you awake already? It was just a dream after all."

Black Ingrid did not show any loss, because she had thought about this problem while still in the "dream" and had made sufficient psychological preparations.

Now she just felt happy.

She realized in time that it was a dream, and in the dream she tasted the taste of the Prime Creator. Why should she be unhappy?

"The taste of the original creator, hehe..."

Black Ingrid smirked.

Somehow, she always felt that there seemed to be a certain fragrance lingering in her mouth. Perhaps it was because the dream was too real that she had an illusion.

This time she bit the finger of the Prime Creator in her dream. What should she do if she has a similar dream next time?

Directly proposing to have a baby for Prime Creator would probably be rejected decisively. Biting Prime Creator's lips seemed a bit too fast. So...next time, just bite Prime Creator's toes!

Since you’ve bitten your fingers, you need to take care of your toes too.

Black Ingrid raised her head, but unexpectedly, Farodius suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

"!"

Her expression suddenly changed.

"Why are you here?"

Doesn't this mean that Farodius had seen everything she did just now?

hateful.

Farodius must have done it on purpose, just to see her make a fool of herself, otherwise he would never have come up to her so quietly.

Does this person think that he can do whatever he wants just because he protected her a few times before?

Ah.

Human beings are such arrogant and ugly creatures!

Black Ingrid began to wonder whether she should just kick Farodius out.