"Coward." The Heretic God snorted, but his eyes were shockingly gentle.
"Do you know how small that green shoot was? It's not even as big as my fingernail. You speak like a child, like a baby."
"The weak me could have crushed it to death with just a wisp of my aura, but it still wanted to protect me. How funny." The Evil God laughed softly.
At that time, the immortal herb had just sprouted, and it had cried out cutely to protect him.
At that time, the God of Creation was about to end his tribulation. He was filled with resentment and hostility, and he refused to accept the immortal herb.
The immortal herb was not annoyed, and just kept muttering by his ear every day.
Every time the vicious currents of the world entered his body, the immortal grass would even try to block them.
The Evil God's eyes darkened.
"Don't you think it's stupid? It took a thousand years for it to grow a sprout and speak to me. "
"It took another thousand years to grow a leaf."
