“You want to be my disciple?”
The divine voice speaks directly to the soul.
Instead, the real sounds heard by the physical ears become secondary.
Zuo Si was kneeling on the ground, facing the ground. A small area of the floor was wet with his tears, but Zuo Si still didn’t close his eyes. At this moment, he was staring at the ground but not really looking at the ground, his eyes full of fanaticism. .
“Yes, no.” Zuo Si’s voice trembled because his throat couldn’t stop vibrating. This did not affect the excitement of his ambition. It was the waves of madness that made him become like this, “The villain not only wants to be a believer of the Lord of God, but also wants to be a member of the Lord of God!”
Mi August gave him a meaningful look.
Claiming openly in front of the gods that you want to be His favor is the same as saying to the gods directly that I want your favor.
As expected of a guy who can do things like go crazy and brainwash himself.
Mi August’s silence made Zuo Si feel a great sense of uneasiness and gap.
He didn’t dare to raise his head and only used his peripheral vision to catch the corner of the god’s robe.
If you don’t have the idea of peeping at God, you can still see a vague corner. When the consciousness lasts for a lifetime, the dizziness that I felt when I peeked into the Lingxi wood carving Si Yeling yesterday reappears. This time it was more serious than yesterday, as if the soul was drawn into a whirlpool, falling and falling again and again…
When Zuo Si found that he could not escape from this state and his spiritual sea became weaker and weaker, he became truly frightened. He screamed and cried for help in his soul to no avail, and could not be conveyed to reality at all.
Until he was saved by a voice.
“Spiritual poisons are not invaded, strange things are not eaten, the spiritual and mortal worlds can come and go freely, breaking the boundaries of talent, this is the divine companion you want.”
When the divine voice sounds, the wind stops and the clouds stop, and the whirlpool disappears.
Zuo Si saw the light of day again.
The clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat, and the ground below his face was completely dark.
“It’s not impossible.”
What?
Zuo Si suddenly thought that he had heard wrong.
However, the ears may hear wrongly, and how can the divine voice that directly strikes the soul be misunderstood.
His heart beat twice violently.
“I can get it if I believe.”
The question is how does he generate faith?