Although the temples built by the elves and orcs were not as magnificent as those built by humans, they were more solemn and majestic. The place where the statues were originally erected was replaced by a wide throne, and the God of Light was sitting on it, stretching his arms towards the boy who was walking slowly towards him.
He missed him so much. He had never missed someone so much. He wished he could attach all his thoughts to him and feel everything he could.
"Baby, what's wrong? Don't you recognize me?" Seeing the boy standing still for a long time, he began to feel uneasy.
Brainless Sheng finally achieved the final victory. He used countless chains of thoughts to imprison his rational self, and like a bird returning to its nest, he flew heavily into the arms of God the Father, knocking him backwards.
The uneasy feeling disappeared in an instant, and the God of Light hugged him tightly, letting out a happy and satisfied sigh from his nose.
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