The deities and gods descending to the theme will consume a lot of faith. Even if there is a divine avatar as a temporary projection, as long as it is a long time, it is still a great burden.

In the past, the God of Workin descended and would return soon, but now she has volunteered to stay as a guest.

"Willn't it affect your godhead?" Beta was a little worried.

Woking shook his head slightly, and his voice was still cold: "It doesn't matter. This is my holy city. Shirley is also my avatar. My **** is here. The consumption of faith will be as low as I can accept. "

"That's good."

Beta invited the goddess to her room, then she took out the fruit wine, poured two glasses, and placed them in front of each other.

Woking didn't rush to drink, she looked at Beta's room with interest, and seemed to smell the air.

Beta is a professional, and she has good physical fitness and strong mental strength. This makes his body have very few impurities, and the body will not have an odor. Woking naturally can only smell the fruit wine.

"Very clean." Woking ruffled the corner of his mouth and seemed to be laughing.

Beta saw the unnaturalness of Woking, and he could guess that, except for Akua, Woking should not have been a guest at other friends' homes, and most importantly, he should not have been a guest at mortal homes in the morning.

That makes me nervous.

In essence, the reason why Woking seemed unnatural, he only guessed half right.

The two sat down, after all, the goddess was a goddess, and soon calmed down. She asked, "Why are you thinking about helping the divine avatar of loving God."

"If you can control it well, it will be a great help." Beta replied: "The most important thing is that Eros is now alive and dead. If Eros really does not exist, this divine clone may help us get Goddess of love. "

Woking froze: "Who are you going to give the godhead to? Use it by yourself ... men don't use God's godhead."

I want to come to Woking. If Beta got the godhead, she would definitely use it for herself. After all, she is very clear that for mortals, to get a godhead is to get a way to a demigod, and it is even possible to become a god.

But Beta shook her head and said, "If the goddess of love for God falls on our hands, it is naturally for the goddess you."

Blinking his eyes, Woking was a little surprised: "Why did you think of giving it to me."

Woking knew what the godhead meant. For mortal people, a piece of gold may make husbands and wives turn against each other. Divine weapons can trigger national-level wars, gods ... that can trigger jihad-level disasters.

But Beta said she found it for herself.

If he is a fanatic of his own, Woking may have believed in the other.

But Beta was obviously not, he didn't even have much respect for God.

Woking believed that even if he used the godhead for his own purposes, it was normal.

"why?"

"The goddess of loving God matches your goddess of marriage. After getting it, the two should be perfectly integrated."

Woking nodded.

"That's OK, provided we have to find a way to get the godhead of loving God."

"Why?" Woking asked again.

Beta froze: "Did I just say that, it and you ..."

Woking waved his hand to interrupt him: "I asked, why are you willing to give me the godhead, you are not a follower of me. You won't even respect me too much."

"We are friends, very good friends." Beta smiled. "I hold something that is not useful to myself. It is not normal to give it to a friend. As for respecting your question, friends talk about respect." No need. "

Woking didn't blink his eyes, watching Beta quietly, people can deceive the gods, but there is absolutely no way to tell lies in front of the gods, they can see it.

Beta oscillates under the scrutiny of Woking.

After a while, Woking laughed, not the kind of awkward smile, but a sincere, joyful smile.

"Well, I know. It doesn't matter if you love God's personality. Whether you can become a demigod or not, as long as there is a day, you will reach my kingdom of God, and you are mine ..."

At this time, Woking suddenly stopped talking, but turned his head and looked back, his face was quite displeased.

"Hahaha, it really is here, Sister Woking's head."

There was a stream of transparent water floating in the window, and it fell to the ground and turned into Akua.

She rushed over and hugged Woking: "I didn't expect to see you on the main plane."

Workin was displeased because she was interrupted, and she glared at Akua: "Get out, don't bother my pope."

Akuya looked aggrieved: "I just came to play with him. I didn't think about abducting him."

"Play, know how to play all day long, come back with me."

Woking pinched Akua's ears. Half a second later, Akua disappeared, and then Shirley's aura returned to its original state.

"Yu ..." Shirley borrowed her body for so long, and Shirley was a bit tired. She sat on the chair and looked at Beta, with a strange look: "God, you want to give it to the goddess."

Beta said helplessly: "Just saying it is possible, I may not be able to get the godhead."

"For the goddess, it doesn't matter whether the godhead is or not. The mind is the most important." Shirley said admirably: "And you successfully conveyed your thoughts and mind to the goddess."

"It's not unusual for friends to help each other."

Shirley chuckled softly: "A friendship that is more precious than godhead, or is it pure friendship?"

"How simple." Beta twitched.

Shirley chuckled: "Someone won't think so."

Beta shrugged.

Shirley took a break and went out to do business again. The population of Woking City is increasing, and the trivia is naturally increasing.

Beta lay on the bed and entered her soul space.

As in the past, the soul space is mostly blue sky and white clouds, and occasionally there are small dark clouds.

But under the sky ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ there is a huge purple light cluster.

Beta knew that it was Pamela's soul mark. From the outside, it seems to be just a large light spot, but in the soul world, it has become a terrible behemoth.

A wonderful figure appeared beside Beta.

"Are you satisfied?"

The sound is very nice, with a sticky stickiness. She is Pamela, who usually lives in the fantasy space of magic tattoos. Now that her soul mark has come to Beta's soul space, she can naturally follow.

"Your soul is so vast and beautiful." Pamela looked around: "Living in such a place is much better than my little fantasy."

Beta's eyes fell on Pamela's body. The latter's clothing only had a few pieces of cloth, barely covering important parts of the body.

His soul is normal and unaffected, but the soul space suddenly shakes.