People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 878 God Does Not Understand Human Hearts

"Everyone... is dead?"

When Qi Yan heard this ending, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.

Qi nodded to indicate that Qi Yan had not misunderstood.

But this made Qi Yan even more puzzled: "But in the scene of that memory, I clearly saw the migration of the Qi family."

Qi replied: "Because it was another story I wrote on my own initiative."

Lying on Qi's body, Qi Yan could clearly feel the other person's slightly trembling body.

There was no need for Qi Yan to ask further questions, Qi himself gave the answer:

"I made a decision that even I couldn't explain. I tore my soul apart and merged it into the bodies of my people, forcibly awakening them from death.

I thought that I could use my own life in exchange for the continuation of my people's story. I am just a helpless breeze, and I have made such a big mistake. Why should I continue to wander this land with my broken body?

But... but they who possessed the fragments of my soul should have gained great power and could have lived more easily, but they chose to forget me, they gave up my power, and finally perished again. "

"Why is this happening?" Qi Yan was puzzled.

"I don't know either." Qi bowed his head to the ground in pain, "Maybe they are dissatisfied with my arrogance and superiority."

"No, it's just because your people made the same choice as you."

Ling suddenly floated in front of Qi Yan and Qi: "I'm sorry, I said I wouldn't eavesdrop, but because this is my dream, I still 'accidentally' heard your conversation."

Qi Yan gently stroked Qi's tail and smiled gently at Ling:

"We all know about it, and we don't care about it."

"I can rest assured that."

Ling raised the jug and took a sip of wine, then handed the jug to Qi and asked him if he wanted to drink.

Qi shook his head and just kept looking at Ling.

Realizing that the other party was still thinking about what he had just said, Ling smiled freely and sat cross-legged in front of Qi:

“My friend, you are right about some things. Even though you have become a member of the Qi family, you still haven’t changed your condescending way of thinking.

Human life is short, so most people regard life as the most precious thing, but you don’t realize that for those fragile humans, there are many things more precious than life.”

"what?"

"Cherishing family, devoting oneself to faith, entrusting one's emotions, or in general, it is love."

Ling shook the wine pot and said calmly, "Different from your high and mighty love for the world, your love is a kind of pity, while their love is to cherish you as a family member.

You don't understand why you are willing to sacrifice your life in exchange for the continuation of your tribe, so you can't understand why your tribe members are willing to sacrifice their own lives in exchange for your revival.

They are unwilling to exchange your death for their own survival, so they return your life to you, hoping that you can continue to live, it's that simple."

After saying that, Ling looked at Qi Yan with some surprise.

As a god, Qi Yan could not understand the emotional details, but after traveling with Qi Yan these days, she already knew that Qi Yan's thinking was on the human side.

Why can't Qi Yan sort out this feeling?

Noticing Ling's strange gaze, Qi Yan's expression became a little stiff. He turned his head away and said nothing.

Ling shook his head with a smile and considerately did not continue to ask questions.

She stood up, stretched lazily, and then said generously:

"When you reunite with Jing, I can help you."

"Thank you...but why?" Qi asked.

"Just think of it as doing it for the safety of Dayan, or for the Qi family." Ling waved his hand to dispel his dream.

In the broken picture, Qi heard Ling's last explanation:

"I have also served in the frontiers and protected the people of Dayan. The Qi family is also a citizen of Dayan. What Jing did can be regarded as an evil beast and should be killed!"

In the vast wilderness, yellow sand outlines the shape of the wind in the air.

A convoy was moving forward under the slightly gloomy sky, the wheels raising a low cloud of dust, which was immediately blown away by the never-ending strong wind in the wilderness before it could disperse, and was greedily swallowed up and turned into a part of itself.

Qi Yan slowly opened his eyes from his dream, and the first thing he saw was his sister's smooth jaw.

The soft touch under his head made him realize what he was enjoying.

Qi Lin felt the person on his legs waking up, and he lowered his head and looked at his brother with an expressionless face.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Qi Lin suddenly asked.

"A sad dream."

Qi Yan chuckled and rubbed his head on his knees, looking for a more comfortable position.

Qi Lin narrowed her eyes but didn't stop him.

But this tolerance lasted less than a few seconds before Qi Lin realized that the dog head on his leg was becoming more and more disobedient, and he immediately reached out and held it down.

"Look at the gold in your eyes. You have activated the golden pupil state again."

Qi Lin's tone was indifferent but full of threats: "So I don't mind throwing you outside the car and letting you run after it for a while to use up your excess energy."

Qi Yan immediately stopped imitating the movements of the maggot with a sneer and begged for mercy:

"I know I'm wrong, so please don't throw me out. I'll run away."

"You can get lost even if you follow the car?" Qi Lin wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Qi Yan looked innocent: "It's not because of the golden pupil. The car was too slow in my eyes. I couldn't help but run in front of the car, and then... nothing happened."

Qi Lin: “…”

She turned her head away, too lazy to pay attention to this damn thing.

In fact, even if Qi Yan didn't run away, she wouldn't throw him out.

Within the scope of the natural disaster, she wished that Qi Yan could curl up into a ball the entire time to prevent any sequelae from occurring.

But things are often not what we want.

The communicator next to the driver sitting in the front seat suddenly rang.

The driver casually connected the communicator, and immediately heard the voice of the driver leading the way at the front of the convoy:

"Everyone be careful, there is a bandit group ahead who is robbing. Don't engage them, go around them... Hmm? The group that was robbed turned out to be the Yumen official natural disaster messenger team. What kind of bandit group is so bold?"

The driver raised his eyebrows slightly, grasped the weapon beside him with full martial virtue, and said excitedly:

"What do you mean? If we help the Scourge Messenger resolve the crisis, we can save the toll for entering Yumen this time."

"Don't be impulsive. The other party dared to rob the Yumen official team, so they must be confident in their own strength." The driver who led the way said cautiously, "Let's put the safety of our customers first. Don't damage the reputation of our team for such a small amount of money."

The driver, who was full of martial virtue, had to let go of his weapon with regret. He turned around and was about to speak to the siblings in the back seat, but was suddenly confronted by a white-haired dog.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" The driver was so frightened that he turned the steering wheel half a circle.

Qi Yan steadied himself in the serpentine-moving car and said excitedly:

"What are you still hesitating about? I, Qi Xiaobai, like these fellow villagers who sent us supplies the most!

With us customers here, the safety of your team is absolutely guaranteed. Listen to me, go ahead! Give them a big fight each!"