He poured too much power into taking control of his body. Feng Rong took a while to recover. Although he returned to his fingers this time, his tapping increased a little. "Don't be addicted to it," he warned, "That's Kong Ling's feelings. You can sympathize with him, but you can't replace him."

If he could speak, his tone would have been extremely stern. Lin Yingkong was shocked like he was punched, "I..."

He suddenly realized something was wrong, no, it wasn't wrong, it was simply abnormal, it was a monster. He regarded the minister as his favorite, and Kong Ling dared to make the idea of ​​banning the enemy. He had at least 180 ways to kill him, but why did he sympathize with him instead?!

"Soul magic..." Feng Rong pondered for a moment and said, "You know better about this."

"I was neglected," Lin Yingkong mobilized the spiritual power to cut off the sensation between Kong Ling's soul. His mood was not very good at this moment. "How do you feel, Minister?"

"It's still possible to control it." Feng Rongyan said concisely.

Lin Yingkong stopped talking, extremely upset. Although he had not yet figured out what kind of magic they had used to run here, the two souls were in one body, and one of them could sense the fluctuations of each other's souls, and would naturally be affected over time. Lin Yingkong relied on his own specialized in soul magic, and he was still happy to think about Kong Ling's thoughts, as if he was thinking about the weaknesses of people's hearts in order to hit one blow. After a while, he was more easily confused than the ministers who were amateurs. This also shows that Kong Ling's soul is powerful, but he has no spiritual power. He doesn't know why the Son of God made him so...

But this reason is not difficult to guess, especially when Lin Yingkong learned from Erbo that the wooden house with a completely different style from the alien style here was built by the Son of God specifically for Kongling, who likes Central Plains culture, he had to say that the plot of King Xiang's lovely goddess who had been speculated in the blink of an eye, the unintentional plot of King Xiang's love was killed. Tsk tsk, even learning Chinese is because of Kongling, who can say that the Son of God is unintentional?

That's right, although the son of God Huan Feng never had any excessive intimacy with Kong Ling, Lin Yingkong could still feel his careful and cherishing Kong Ling's mood - it was very interesting, a creator fell in love with what he created with his own hands, just like a puppet master fell in love with his puppet, but he didn't say anything, keeping the right distance from Kong Ling.

In contrast, Kongling's feelings for him are probably more complicated. The kind of respect for the creator, admiration for the gods in his heart, love for Huanfeng, etc. are mixed together, and a heart that is both illusory and real. The only thing that makes people have no doubt is that Kongling is born because of the Son of God, no matter what.

"Sir God, this is a cloth transported from the Central Plains. It looks great," Erbo handed it to Kongling with a dark silk, his eyes full of admiration. He was as happy as a bird flying freely in the forest. "This is the last time the Son of God agreed with those merchants. They sent things as soon as they arrived in the capital. The Son of God really loves you."

Kong Ling took the cloth over, and there was not much joy in her expression, "I understand."

"Sir God?" Erbo noticed his lack of interest and asked in confusion: "Do you don't like it?"

Kong Ling paused, "No... Where is the Son of God, does he have anything he wants?"

"No," Erbo thought for a while, "You will mention what the Son of God wants to you. You haven't given anything you have given me recently."

"Recently..." Kong Ling chewed the word, then smiled bitterly and stroked the silky silk, as if she was stroking the long hair of the Son of God. "He never said anything needed, as if he really had everything."

Erbo couldn't understand his words, "Isn't it? That's the Son of God, our Son of God, and the entire kingdom of Zunpiao belongs to him, of course he has everything."

Kong Ling stared at Erbo for a moment without any clue, shook her head, and murmured, "How could it be? The kingdom of honor is not his, he is the kingdom of honor..." So the Son of God was destined to devote himself to this kingdom until his death, right?

Although the Son of God lives in the same building as Kong Ling, he spends most of his time at the Fengshen Platform and will not take the initiative to find Kong Ling. Kong Ling, as a divine servant, has other things to be busy with, so Lin Yingkong is always anxious when he can't see the Son of God. He has not found a way to solve the current situation, and has not even understood the true intentions of Kong Ling or Luo Cheng's people. He is worried that his minister, who is alone in a strange place, almost resonates with Kong Ling - they all hope that the Son of God can stay under their noses.

After a few days of purity, the civil strife in Zunou Kingdom quietly emerged again. The autumn harvest ended. Most of the harvest came from those diligent puppets. Although they needed to eat and drink like ordinary people, their patience and resistance would obviously be better. Unfortunately, there were too many humans who did not do anything, which led to the overall autumn harvest this year's overall situation. And those people with puppets obviously would not foresee whether these puppets would have a sudden whim to replace them one day in the future, like the son of God Huanfeng.

Their position, who made the inheritance of generations confusing their minds and their minds and their thinking lazy to raise their bodies? Therefore, the people of the Holy Puppet Kingdom blamed the Son of God for their mistakes, believing that there were too few new dolls given to them by the Son of God. Such complaints gradually turned into protest. A large number of people of the Holy Puppet Kingdom began to flock to the capital, rushing to the Holy Puppet Tower, and protesting to the Son of God with tragic or intense means, as if God was destined to be responsible for every minute and every second of their lives.

As time went by and the Son of God explained the uselessness, the chaos that had accumulated for a long time finally intensified. The powerful soldiers trained by Kong Ling also went to the open. They firmly protected the pedestal of the Gods and prevented the people who were overly emotional to rush in and disturb their God. The Son of God stood on the high steps and looked at the people who once respected and loved him, and the mercy in his eyes was replaced by sorrow.

"As long as you give orders," Kong Ling stood behind him, standing a step away from him, with a gentle tone, but her face was covered with thin ice, "I will drive them out of the capital and never appear before you again, causing you to be upset."

But the Son of God shook his head, "It's not their fault."

"Then they shouldn't blame you," Kongling raised her chin slightly, which was a proud and untamed action. "Everything you do is for this kingdom is good. They don't know anything. Why blame you? Even if you are wrong, they can't erase everything you have dedicated."

The Son of God was silent for a while, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Aling, do you think I'm wrong?"

"Wrong?" Kong Ling said in a confused manner, "What do you think you are doing wrong?"

"Who said God would not do anything wrong? Don't refute, Ah Ling, even I am not omnipotent," the Son of God seemed to smile because of Kong Ling's robber logic, but when he saw the people who were in conflict with the soldiers under the stage of the Gods, he became a little decadent. "Maybe I was really wrong... I thought using divine power to change anything can make them live better, but in fact it will only bring them disaster-destructive disaster."

When he first created Kong Ling, he thought about giving him extraordinary spiritual power, but in the end he subconsciously stopped for some reason. Now the Son of God is extremely glad that he didn't do this at the beginning. Who said that the stronger the power, the more useful it is? Sometimes it will only be the root of everything.

"So you think it's your fault?" Kong Ling looked at him absurdly, "You created me to make them live well, telling them that there is such a way to change their lives. You didn't force them to choose, they chose this path themselves." But in the end, they went wrong. "Or do you regret creating me?"

"No," the tone of the Son of God with his back to him was obvious soft, as soft as the long hair that was dragged to the ground like silk, "I am most grateful for my life with you."

Every compromise and tenderness of his life was like some secret skill that would hit Kotori's attack. Kotori was soothed without resistance, but was saddened by the sorrow of the Son of God.

"But I shouldn't change their lives," Huan Feng said, "The surrounding countries do not have divine power, and those people may have a hard time, but at least they will not get to this point today... If I don't stop them, those dolls will destroy the entire Zunpiao country."

"What's the point?" Kongling is actually not good at concealing his likes and dislikes, especially in front of the Son of God. "You have not stopped them. If they are unwilling to obey, they will definitely suffer the consequences." Perhaps on that day, they will cry and run to the God they offended with ugly faces, crying about their ignorance and stupidity, and kneeling and begging the Son of God to save them again - but will there be such a good thing? How many regrets can be made up for in this world?!

Kong Ling's malice emanated without reservation, and the Son of God finally looked back at him, with a clear compassion in his eyes, "A Ling, all this is what I brought to them, I am the source of all sin."

"Do you have to take all the responsibility on yourself?" Kong Ling was furious in irresistible. "I said it, I said it a long time ago, don't regard the country as everything you have. You should have your own life! They chose to destroy themselves, why do you have to bear the price they deserve?"

"But this is indeed my fault," said the Son of God with a little pain, "I am wrong because I shouldn't have this power. If I were just an ordinary person, I would use more mortal methods to lead them to live a better life... instead of laying a disaster, which one day becomes a death talisman for everyone!"

Kong Ling smiled miserably, "So, do you want to say that your existence is actually a mistake?"
Chapter completed!