After finally making it to ancient times, I found myself beset by one disaster after another. I accepted it. After all, I had connections with the gods, right?
God: ...Think whatever you like. I just want to save the modern world, which can't possibly get any worse.
Joy is the lush green outer skin of a rush plant; bite into it and its heart is always tinged with the sourness of cowardice. I want to run away again.
A hand grabs the back of my collar. "I'm here. Where do you think you're going to run?"
Across a thousand mountains and rivers, our hometowns lie far apart; one flower and two leaves share the world.
Grudges and feuds? Laugh them away.
It's funny, but Xiaolizi is not afraid of being beaten by believers when he makes fun of the gods?