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The deity Lesser Siming was rather like Electrolux-she, too, was Xiao Yi's "old granny."
She was simply colder and more aloof than Electrolux, never saying a word.
There was no telling whether she had been asleep all along, whether her actions were conscious, or whether her mind was clear.
Xiao Yi never brought her up of her own accord, either.
Perhaps only after his own Great Siming broke free of its cocoon would he learn how Xiao Yi and the deity Lesser Siming interacted.
Still, Elder Qing was right. This was their destined bond, but also their destined tribulation.
Perhaps the deities' fortune and blessings were too weighty, and their ties to them too deep. There was no knowing whether they could bear that burden.
Fortunately, everything had been all right so far.
Though setbacks came one after another, and Chen Xiaojun and the others ran into danger whenever they left home, they had weathered it all.
Instead, they had gained quite a few benefits along the way. The drop rate was high.
As for what Chen Xiaojun had just done, it was a minor blunder, but how should one put it?
His usual resourcefulness, discerning eye, calm wisdom, forward-looking ideas, and knack for planning all came from the influence of his previous life and the experience accumulated with age.
Yet growing up again from infancy in this body on the Douluo Continent had undoubtedly influenced his mind, little by little.
After playing a child for so long, he sometimes inevitably sank into the role and became a little "childish."
Environment could influence a person's character.
In acting terms, a perfectly sensible person had gone from portraying a role through technique to living it through experience, immersing himself too deeply.
More helplessly still,