Believers Are the Best Sacrifices to Gods

A bit of bad taste guides lovers to attack x gentle, independent, firm and ideal human beings As a summoned god, He looked at the scarred woman in front of him, leaned over slightly, and under the other's vigilant eyes, stretched out his slender fingers and gently scratched her cheek. "Are you afraid? What are you afraid of, me?" The god forcefully raised her face, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. Her long white hair was dragged to the ground, and the ends of her narrow red phoenix eyes were raised. "Summoning the gods requires sacrifice, and you are their sacrifice to me." Gods have no names, and gods do not need names, but the woman who was promoted from a sacrifice to a believer said: "You are my god, and everything about me is yours, including my name. If you allow me, I will dedicate my last name to you." At this point, the god has a name dedicated by believers, a single word in white. There have been disagreements in the relationship between believers and their gods. The god looked at the believer quietly and said: "Your life no longer belongs to you. Your body and even soul belong to me. You are not qualified to sacrifice to me." There has been salvation. When believers opened their eyes from their drowsiness, what they saw was not the gloomy sky or the arrogant smiles of their enemies, but the gods shining in the sun. "Thank you." Her pupils expanded for a moment, she lowered her head in disbelief and then raised it again, her voice was slightly hoarse before she recovered. "You don't need to thank me. I said that you already belong to me, whether it is body, mind or soul. Before I leave, you will always be under my protection." The god looked at the distant sky without changing his expression, calm and matter-of-fact. The most profound thing is salvation. "Do you think what I did was right?" Betrayed by the person he protected, his soul was teetering on the edge of the cliff. The believer lowered his head and asked the high gods. "Whether it is correct or not is not determined by other people's words, only by yourself." His tone was without any hesitation or pause. "Is what you do to gain their gratitude? Are you doing what you want to do because of others?" Hearing the gods' repeated questions, the believers shook their heads unconsciously, "I have never pursued these things. I do it for the ideals in my heart." "Then what are you hesitating about?" The believer slowly raised his head and looked at the god who made the sound. A slight smile appeared on his face that had always been without a smile. "Do what your heart desires and move toward the perseverance, dazzling brilliance in your soul." After a long and short journey, the god left. Bai Muqi looked at the huge statue in front of him and said word by word: "This is not the end. Your and my story will never stop here." Summoning gods requires sacrifices, and believers are his best sacrifices Destiny has not ended, and the story of gods and believers has not yet ended... The copy attacks the perspective, and the text receives the perspective. Intention: There is always someone coming for you