When I was dressing up as a clay statue in the Temple of the Empress Dowager, the system warned me that my faith value was -2 and it was about to shut down.
I used up the last of my strength to deliver a son to the charcoal seller's wife, and the clay was cracked every inch of my body.
Three months later, the woman with a big belly knelt under the spider web and cried: "My dear, my baby knows how to kick!"
The moment water drops fell from the corners of the clay statue's eyes, golden light flowed deep in the cracks.
>——It turns out that becoming a god really costs your life.
But when I was reunited with my golden body, I discovered that what the charcoal seller and his wife offered on the incense table was half a piece of steamed bread that they pawned their winter clothes for.
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