Changing careers? I planted the world tree at the beginning

Chapter 157

On the hills next to the end of the road in the town of Hakroo.

Chen Yu dug a cave with his heart and thorn demon spirit for the little saint to hide.

"Can you give me food?"

The little saint shrunk in the innermost part of the cave, looking at the apple in Chen Yu's hand.

"Want to eat?"

Chen Yu tossed the apple in his hand.

"I want to eat." The little saint nodded.

Chen Yu smiled and rubbed the little saint's head, and then put the apple to his mouth.

"Click"

bites off a piece of pulp.

This apple is not big.

The taste is also relatively sour, not delicious.

But in the eyes of the little saint, surrounded by hunger and exhaustion, this is the supreme delicacy.

"Goo-" The

little saint watched Chen Yu chew the apple and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

"Click, click"

Chen Yu ate the apple clean in front of the little saint.

The little saint girl was slightly stunned, and looked at Chen Yu with an incredulous and confused expression.

"You don't need food, do you?"

"Yes." Chen Yu nodded.

"Then why did you pick this fruit and not give it to me?"

Chen Yu smiled: "My purpose in picking this fruit is to eat it in front of you." "

The most important step in taming bear children is to let them know that things are not going as they expected, and even if they are rolling around, it will not help.

Little Saint: "..."

Although now she is free and unbound, she does not feel more relaxed.

The person in front of him was even more terrifying than the Abyss Demon.

In the face of the Abyss Demons, she could judge what they would do next from their emotions and types.

But what this person would do next, she couldn't guess at all.

Except for the fact that protecting her from death, this person's other actions, even language, have no logic to follow.

Temptation, persecution, softness, pretending to be pitiful, she has used all the tricks she can use, but unfortunately none of them work.

"I'm more sure now that you're not a demon."

"What do you say?" Chen Yu smiled and buried the apple core in the soil, and stepped on two feet hard.

"Demon's behavior can be speculated, but you can't."

......

At night, a cold wind blows on the wasteland.

The low hills are not able to withstand the cold snap.

The little saint in a weak state shivered coldly and kept sneezing.

"If this continues, I'll get sick."

"It's amazing, as a fourth-order priest, I will actually be threatened by illness one day."

"Well, that guy looks so warm, I really want to lean against him."

"They obviously protect me, but they don't care about my feelings at all."

The little saint pouted, looking at Chen Yu, who was leaning against the mountain wall and wrapped in a thick coat, and a strange feeling that could not be explained appeared in her heart.

I hate this person, but I don't seem to hate it that much.

It was an emotion she had never tried before.

In fact, she rarely has ever had emotions that are truly her own.

For as long as she can remember, she has been a saint of the Holy See, possessing a divine gift that is amazing and even feared.

Her future must be to become the leader of the church, and then, at the right time, take off her human body and ascend to heaven.

Because of this, she has undergone extremely strict training and cultivation since she was a child.

She was taught how to deal with the emotions of others, but she had to suppress her own.

She is a "god" in the mortal world, and should not experience the joys and sorrows of mortals, but should stand high and look down on their humble hearts.

Respond to the pious and punish the wavering of those who are not firm in their faith.

"What kind of emotion is that? Why has no one ever taught me? The little saint was full of doubts.

If Chen Yu knew her doubts, he would definitely tell her:

You were born of Stockholm syndrome by the CPU, and the old stereotypes of your church do not know this cutting-edge technology.

"Is it cold?"

Suddenly, Chen Yu asked.

"Cold!"

The little saint nodded sharply and looked at Chen Yu expectantly.

"Endure."

Chen Yu smiled wickedly and wrapped his coat tighter.

"Hmm—" The

little saint puffed out her cheeks angrily.

......

Time passes slowly.

The night is getting deeper and the chill is getting heavier.

A cold wind swept through the cave, mixed with a faint cold moisture.

The little saint shivered with cold.

"Is it cold?" Chen Yu asked again.

The little saint glanced at Chen Yu expressionlessly, did not speak, shrunk herself into a smaller ball, and tried to resist the cold.

However, the thin nun clothes did not have any warmth at all.

The wind and frost of the early morning, like a sharp knife, pierced her small body.

She gritted her teeth and struggled to stay conscious.

Because she knows that it can be dangerous for people to lose consciousness when it is cold.

Mild can be sick, heavy can die.

At this moment, Chen Yu got up, walked to her side, picked her up, and wrapped her in a coat.

A warm feeling hit.

The little saint's frowning brows were instantly relieved, and she couldn't help but squeeze into Chen Yu's arms.

"Get a good night's sleep." Chen Yu rubbed the little saint's head.

The little saint looked at Chen Yu in amazement.

"Don't worry, I won't throw you out." Chen Yu said with a smile.

"Oh." The little saint nodded blankly.

"Sleep, rest well." Chen Yu caressed the soft back of the little saint.

The tiredness that has accumulated for a long time strikes.

In the warm and safe environment, the little saint finally did not continue to insist, holding one of Chen Yu's arms and falling asleep.

......

The next day at noon.

The little saint woke up and found herself wrapped in a heavy coat, lying on the edge of the cave, with no one around.

She hurriedly got up and looked around.

When he saw Chen Yu standing at the entrance of the cave, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you awake?" Chen Yu smiled and asked, "Are you hungry?" The

little saint rolled her dead fish eyes and glared at Chen Yu.

"Want to eat?" Chen Yu continued to ask.

The little saint pouted and turned sideways to ignore Chen Yu.

"Want to or don't want to?" Chen Yu asked again, "I'll only ask this time, and forget it if I don't answer."

"Think!"

The little saint said angrily.

She didn't want to talk to Chen Yu, but seeing the smile in Chen Yu's eyes, she couldn't help but say a word.

"Good."

Chen Yu nodded, walked to the place where the apple kernel was buried last night, and stretched out his palm.

"Grow fast!"

A pale green light overflowed from the palm of his hand and seeped into the earth.

A few seconds later, a seedling pricked through the soil and grew.

In the lingering light green light, the seedling quickly rose tall and became a small tree with a thick bed more than three meters tall.

Immediately afterwards, the branches of the small tree bloomed with flowers.

Subsequently, the flowers quickly withered and were replaced by red fruits.

"Wow!"

The little saint looked at the apple tree dumbfounded and let out an exclamation.