Ling Qianhe nodded.
He actually admitted it so quickly!
He said.
"Her ability will be useful when we finally deal with the Mother Nest."
Lin Muxiao knew that Ling Qianhe's intention to bring the little loli Chaolu out wasn't that simple!
"Did you tell her then?"
Ling Qianhe nodded.
"When I decided to bring her out, I had already spoken to her once. I also told her about the Mother Nest, and she just found it all very interesting, not treating it as any dangerous matter."
Lin Muxiao was also quite surprised.
"Really?"
But with that, she felt more at ease.
...
Ling Qianhe had indeed spoken to Chaolu once, but the content of his conversation with the dark little loli Chaolu was not as casually put as he had presented it to Lin Muxiao.
Ling Qianhe stared at the little loli before him with a solemn expression. The moment the little girl opened her mouth, what she said was enough to shock anyone.
"Brother, are you a god?"
Ling Qianhe shook his head.
But the little loli looked at him with confusion.
"Aren't you a deity? I clearly felt the aura of a deity on you..."
She paused, then immediately added.
"Not just you, but I also felt the aura of a deity on sister – sister is a very powerful god."
When Ling Qianhe heard her mention Lin Muxiao, he raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked her.
"You can sense it?"
The little loli nodded obediently. After a moment of thought, she whispered to Ling Qianhe.
"Sister has very powerful strength. I can glimpse a trace of her future – both brother and sister have the aura of deities."
"The aura of deities cannot be hidden. In the future, brother and sister should become extremely remarkable figures."
"That's why I intend to follow brother and sister."
"Others think I'm crazy, a monster, but I know – I am by no means a monster. I can simply see more than others. Therefore, I believe in my own judgment, and I believe that brother and sister indeed have the ability to take me out of this world."
What she said was very logical, proving that she was not speaking without reason.
That was why Ling Qianhe told the little girl before him about the Mother Nest and let her make her own judgment. Without the slightest hesitation, the little girl directly nodded at Ling Qianhe.
"I am willing to help. To help brother and sister fight against the Mother Nest!"
"This world is so boring anyway – being able to do something interesting for brother and sister, I'm very willing."
Ling Qianhe earnestly cautioned her.
"You need to think it through, because this matter could be life-threatening."
He was earnestly warning the little loli Chaolu before him, not expecting Chaolu to be worried at all.
"Then why are brother and sister fighting the Mother Nest?"
Ling Qianhe fell silent for a moment, then said.
"Because..."
"Even cold deities have fiery hearts."
He thought this sentence wouldn't be understood by the little loli, but unexpectedly, the little loli Chaolu nodded as if it were true. She said.
"I know."
"Even if brother becomes a god, he will be the kind who stands on the bones of all beings... a god of darkness."
"I can feel it. I tried to glimpse brother's dream before... but I couldn't see anything, and I had a feeling that if I insisted on peering into brother's dream, I would only pay a very heavy price myself."
Mentioning this, the little loli stuck out her tongue.
"I can't do something so unprofitable."
Ling Qianhe glanced at the little loli's nervous appearance and said.
"Is it that scary?"
The little loli nodded seriously.
"It really is! It's really scary! Brother, you might not be able to imagine it, but when I tried to glimpse brother's dream... I sensed a darkness that is indescribable."
As she said this, the little loli Chaolu's eyes showed a look of terror.
Even she felt afraid.
This showed that...
It was indeed something extremely terrifying. She took a sharp breath, then quietly told Ling Qianhe.
"I felt as if... I was trapped in countless bones, unable to climb out."
"So terrifying..."
Ling Qianhe hummed. He was not surprised at all that Chaolu would try to glimpse his dreams. He simply rubbed the little loli's head and then gently told her.
"Don't do such things in the future. You really cannot glimpse my dreams."
The little loli said "oh," but then she quietly told Ling Qianhe a new secret.
"I also tried to glimpse sister Muxiao's dreams... and then I found that her dreams seemed warmer, and although I couldn't see them, I just felt... very comfortable, very warm."
"And that warmth cannot be destroyed."
"I like her very much."
Ling Qianhe said.
"Everyone... who is in darkness will like her."
The little loli nodded seriously, then said softly.
"In this world, there are very, very few people like this."
"Even if sister isn't a deity, she must be cherished."
"Her ability to make people feel warm is truly very, very difficult."
"Especially for people like us."
"We are all... all monsters."
The little girl's voice sounded timid.
"I know I'm a monster... but in front of her, I can be myself with peace of mind."
"For me, this is something to be cherished, and it's very important."
"So, I will definitely protect her well."
"As long as... I can stay by her side, I will fear nothing."
"Everyone should do their best to protect the most important person to them, at all costs, to protect the person they care about."
"Brother, you think so too, don't you?"
She widened her eyes and earnestly gazed into Ling Qianhe's eyes, trying to get an answer from him.
Ling Qianhe smiled, and the answer greatly satisfied the little loli.
"Yes. I think so too."
"She is such a cherished existence, so I must cherish her."
The cold demon, for falling in love with a god, burned himself with fierce fire, and in the lightless hell, he regenerated flesh and blood, growing a new, delicate heart.
Even though the process was agonizing, he gained a heart.
Therefore, he could open his arms and embrace her.
Walking alongside a deity, one would eventually become a deity.
He could also have a heart.
He could feel the world's most fervent love and hate, feel the world's warmest affection – he placed his fingers on his heart, and he could feel that his heart was warm, slowly beating.
And for him.
This was enough.