LRAB Chapter 691 It’s a Life
Chapter 691 It’s a Life
"So..." The god took the cup of warm tea and put it back on the plate. "You mean, the materials are in short supply, and there is no way to make another one. And there is no substitute, so you decided to let her live?"
"I have the right to live because I can feel the existence of the soul..."
"Have you ever thought about your body? It can't last much longer. It's already starting to rot, right?"
The soul is corroded by the curse of the abyss, which causes the body to suffer additional pain. The physical body will of course be injured. If it is a machine or other alchemical product, it will not suffer from this...
"But but it's really cute!" She is a bit like an ordinary child, or even a bit like a mother who just had a child. She is a bit stubborn, but because the other person is a friend, she can occasionally show a little bit of temper.
“…I’ll go check it out.”
The god sighed softly and walked out with the other party.
Avoid the crowds. Today is the day when the gods rest.
A small doll was seen in the room, blinking its eyes slowly.
"Bunolinshi!"
"Mother……"
The child who had just been taught language was sent to another teacher to take care of a room that only had small dolls in it.
"Look, I told you, they are exactly the same, they do have souls, and they are indeed human!"
"...Can it repeat itself and have emotions?"
The god reached out and touched the other's head. The elemental power kept flowing in the body. The puppet was able to survive because of the energy of the God's Eye. In other words, it couldn't be too far away from Norinxi.
"Mother?"
"I'll teach you how to read, slowly..."
Reach out and touch the back of the other person's head. There is no human warmth, but it feels very comfortable because there is a normal tactile system.
"Mother……"
Like a puppet that only repeats a specific string of characters, perhaps it is true. It is as quiet as the toys I played with when I was a child, and they only repeat themselves.
"…If you have thought about the consequences and are able to bear them, I will agree with your decision."
"Thank you very much, but next I have to get an ID for this little guy! Yes, he looks exactly like me, so he is my child!"
"..."
"I will use the rest of my time to teach people how to love this world."
I am not afraid of death anymore. Perhaps death has never been that scary. But I used to be very afraid. There are always some things that are higher than others. If I use other people's lives to make way for my own life, then do I still have the meaning and value of living?
"...I hope, as you said, that I won't regret any decision."
The child learned from Nuolinxi's smile and showed the same gentle smile to the other party. At that moment, he felt warm in his heart. The heart of God's Eye can also be considered a heart, right?
I introduced this little guy to everyone and told everyone that this was actually my child. We had been separated for some reasons and had just reunited not long ago...
Indeed, some people think that someone might take the opportunity to lie or claim a relationship or something, but because they look almost exactly the same, except for the eyes and slightly different hair color, they are like they were cast in the same mold, and questioning the relationship is a bigger problem.
There is no potion in Teyvat that can change a person's appearance right now, which means that every face is original.
"Bunolinshi is a name that symbolizes what I hope for. I hope everyone can get along well with each other! By the way, this child's throat was slightly injured and he needs to learn to speak again, so sometimes he can't speak."
It was like a mute who had never been mute before suddenly realized that he could speak normally and started learning.
Because it is a product of alchemy, its IQ is very normal, even very smart. A book that you need to finish in one day can be read continuously and stored completely.
"Bunolinshi?"
"Mom? I'm reading a book, what's wrong?"
After more than a month of getting along, the other person can already read books normally. If he really can't understand a character, he will translate it into a dictionary. He looks no different from a normal child, but he will never grow up.
His identity as an immortal could also be used as a cover-up. In fact, he was not that short. He was already 160cm tall and looked like a young girl. In fact, some people would only grow to this height. At least after he became an adult, he would not be mistaken for a minor. He only needed to change his appearance a little bit...
Clothes are very important to a person. For example, a person who is 160cm tall will give people different feelings if he wears different clothes.
"Are you tired? Do you want some fruit? Here are the freshly peeled sunset fruits~"
"Well, thank you, mom!"
Bruno Linxi is a very crazy sweets lover. Of course, it is a bit scary for the doll to eat such things.
Things that are too sweet will corrode teeth. For this kind of doll, teeth are the only part that is not made according to the normal human model, so replacing them would be easier. However, because of this, it has no great resistance to sweets.
"After eating, remember to brush your teeth and rinse your mouth. Your teeth must be in good condition!"
"Um……"
The doll tried its best to imitate what an ordinary human being should be like. If it were a biological child, it would hug its mother happily, right? Thinking of this, Bruno Linxi reached out and gave a cold hug.
"Okay, remember not to drip juice on the book when you eat, otherwise it will be difficult to clean."
After the hug ended, he gently kissed the child's forehead, and then Nuo Linxi left to do another job. His physical condition has deteriorated faster recently, just like a...
It is not a so-called straight line, but a parabola, and the speed will get faster and faster until it cannot get faster...
He forced himself to suppress the urge to cough up blood, and after returning to his room, he bit his hand weakly, and blood slowly flowed out and dripped onto the ground...
The pain from the internal organs erodes slowly and feels as if someone is cutting it open with a knife and tasting it.
Why would you use such a strange metaphor? I can't figure it out...
After cleaning up the things, he used a flame to light the blood-stained rag to make sure nothing was left and not let others see the problem with his body...