Chapter 71 Blasphemy 20. Bear with it. Let me take a look.

Shen Mingxin's eyelashes trembled, and her eyes suddenly lifted.

A cold, aloof voice and vulgar words could both come from the same mouth, and the owner of that mouth was still that same cold, jade-like deity, who stood high on the shrine and dome year after year, as if he had never touched a breath of human life.

Such a contrast left Shen Mingxin completely bewildered, wondering if she had misheard.

But he knew he hadn't misheard.

Is it difficult to answer?

The voice of the gods is like the wind in the mountains during the dead of winter, or the snow in the forest in early spring; it is both extremely cold and extremely beautiful.

Shen Mingxin could not avoid answering.

He didn't know before, but now that Shenxiangjun is a true god, how could he still deceive himself and say that the beautiful dream that night was just his inner unease, rather than a dream from Him? He came to his dream, saw his desires with his own eyes, and even reached out a hand, slowly and wickedly opening him up.

How can he not answer, how can he lie?

And the gods, as expected, are gods, heartless and emotionless. Such things and such words seem to matter to them. Even if they are in the midst of it, they remain indifferent bystanders, leaving only the embarrassment and unbearable suffering to others.

“It’s not difficult,” Shen Mingxin’s lips trembled slightly, “I’ve done it all… more than once.”

As he spoke, it was as if his own words had burned him, and his face slowly flushed a hot red, like a stroke of vermilion ink added to the finest white porcelain, revealing an astonishing brilliance.

Chu Shenxiang didn't know what the sorcerers and doctors Shen Mingxin had consulted said, but if it were in modern times, it would be very easy to understand.

The seed planted in his childhood, Shen Xiangjun, was both a symbol of fear and the only thing he could rely on to overcome it. As he grew up and his physical needs emerged, he unconsciously sought out someone who simultaneously provided stimulation, security, and an ideal appearance as an object of his fantasy, which triggered this seed. Naturally, he chose Shen Xiangjun and began to construct a beautiful and enchanting dream.

Very reasonable.

If there's anything wrong with it, it's Shen Mingxin's attitude towards Qi Meng.

In the past, I was filled with worry and fear. What happened afterward?

Forget fear and worry, they probably have lost even the last shred of shame, knowing only how to indulge and wallow in debauchery.

"This dream is harmful to your health; avoid having it."

Chu Shenxiang Road.

Shen Mingxin paused, lowering her eyes slightly: "Mingxin is just a mortal, unable to control her dreams. Please... seal away my memories—memories from twelve years ago, and all related dream memories from the past twelve years to the present. You should be able to do that, right? If I lose those, I probably won't have this dream again..."

If the other party is willing, Chu Shenxiang can certainly manipulate their memories.

Shen Mingxin came up with a brilliant idea that would solve the problem once and for all, but Chu Shenxiang didn't quite agree.

He skipped over the topic and said, "Knees, spread apart."

Knees...spread apart?

Shen Mingxin was taken aback. He saw that the dark blue eyes were indeed looking at his knees on the prayer mat. Although he didn't understand why, he still slightly raised his body and opened them a few inches.

Shen Xiangjun did not reject his suggestion; perhaps he was about to use the technique to seal memories?

Shen Mingxin tried her best to steer her thoughts toward serious matters and prevent herself from having wild thoughts. After all, it was really hard not to feel strange to be in such a posture with her knees spread apart in front of her dream lover.

"continue."

Chu Shenxiang's voice was clear and cold.

Shen Mingxin's legs trembled almost imperceptibly.

He looked at Chu Shenxiang and saw that her expression was calm and her eyes were like deep pools. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say what he wanted to say.

He bit his lip, cradling his aching stomach with one hand, and his clothes shifted slightly, parting a little.

Chu Shenxiang remained silent, but her cold gaze once again fell upon Shen Mingxin's knees.

Unable to bear the shame, Shen Mingxin continued to split her legs. Her trembling waist and hips could no longer support her, so she sat back on her calves, pressing her insteps until they were stiff and spasmodic.

That gaze swept over him like a thin, cool knife, neither dull nor sharp, yet perfectly able to penetrate the silk robe and scrape into Shen Mingxin's skin and bones, stirring up his hidden and wanton trembling.

"you……"

He couldn't hold back and had just uttered a single word when everything blurred before his eyes.

A faint, lonely, and cold fragrance suddenly filled my nostrils.

How can I describe it?

It doesn't smell like incense, but it's not entirely devoid of the smell of incense either.

It is inherently aloof, like the sharp shadow cast by a deity's brow bone, devoid of emotion, yet possessing an inviolable majesty, as if capable of freezing all delusions and clamor.

It is the gentle breeze lingering between the pillars of the temple, the ethereal moonlight in the mountains and forests, and the year-round snow that is always out of reach on the sacred mountain, drifting slowly and spreading a secluded tranquility untouched by the world.

For a time, Shen Mingxin was fond of appreciating incense.

The fragrance of pear blossoms in the tent was sweet and delicate, the scent of ambergris from the south was serene and far-reaching, the spring tidings in the snow were faint and subtle, and the old books of the Su brothers were rich and heavy. All the fragrances were fine, and he had been infatuated with them in the past. But compared to this light fragrance now, they paled in comparison. It wasn't that it wasn't beautiful, but no matter how beautiful it was, it was ultimately a worldly flavor.

Nothing compares to this aura, so pure and abstinent, so sinister and pungent, so...bewitching to all beings.

Shen Mingxin belatedly realized that this was not a blend of any two fragrances, but rather the scent of the deity before her.

He had so many dreams, but none of them possessed this flavor. Because he had never known the aura of the divine, now that he knew, he could no longer indulge in delusions and delusion.

Shen Mingxin's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes inexplicably stung.

He lowered his head slightly, trying to suppress the rise and fall of his chest, not wanting his secret, greedy absorption and his resistance to loss to be discovered.

Seeing Shen Mingxin's pale face, beaded sweat, and shortness of breath, Chu Shenxiang paused.

He originally only wanted to use magic to investigate, but Shen Mingxin's stomach was strange, and he dared not say that he was proficient in related magic, after all, he had only recently had the mind to pick it up and recall it.

Could such a half-baked attempt hurt someone?

Shen Mingxin looked like he was in a lot of pain... Well, let's use the same method to remove the evil spirits as last time. But if we put it in his mouth, this cheap sworn brother will probably vomit. Let's try somewhere else.

With a silent sigh, Chu Shenxiang took another step closer, and nine black arms slithered out like snakes, either wrapping around or supporting Shen Mingxin's leaning body, as if forming a small soft couch for him to lie on while being lifted up.

The black arm was part of Chu Shenxiang, and Shen Mingxin almost screamed the moment it lifted and locked her up.

Chu Shenxiang leaned forward, her dark blue hand resting on Shen Mingxin's increasingly swollen belly.

"Hmm!"

Shen Mingxin was chilled by the coldness of that hand, shivered, and instinctively flinched back. But the next instant, the black arm behind him blocked him, forcefully pushing him back in front of Chu Shenxiang.

"How does it feel?" Chu Shenxiang asked.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingxin's mind, which had been hazy from being enveloped by that aura, cleared slightly. His brow furrowed slightly as he replied, "My stomach hurts, like... a ball of energy, like a living thing, constantly wriggling..."

Although he didn't know why Chu Shenxiang asked that question, he still answered honestly.

Upon hearing the word "pain," Chu Shenxiang's eyes slowly flickered. "Bear with it. Let me take a look."

have a look?

What are you looking at?

Shen Mingxin was puzzled for a moment, then immediately realized what Chu Shenxiang's words and actions meant: She wanted to solve his swollen belly problem. She wasn't going to punish him first, nor resolve the dream, but instead wanted to help him?

Shen Mingxin was slightly taken aback. His lips moved slightly, about to speak, but he suddenly froze.

The red dress swayed slightly.

Shen Mingxin's lips, which had just parted, trembled immediately, and then she bit them tightly.

He didn't know what it was.

Perhaps it was indeed a hand at first, long and slender, with knuckles like jade. But later, it was definitely not.

They were some kind of soft, creepy, terrifying monsters that desperately needed warmth to reproduce. They split into vines and transformed into spider silk, quietly invading us.

Large swathes of flesh were filled, and large cavities were covered. The dense, filling sensation, as if being nibbled and bitten by the gentlest bees and ants in the world, instantly rose from the bottom up and covered the top of his head.

His eyes widened, and his scalp tingled.

How terrifying.

The pain was horrible, and the satisfaction was horrible...

Like a rising tide.

The waves were turbulent and the water was swaying. He had nowhere to land and was in great distress. The only way to avoid drowning was to cling to the long oar.

He tried to breathe, to catch his breath, his mouth agape, but no sound came out. His throat seemed to be entangled by the thin vines, covered in sticky spiderwebs.

He tried to struggle, but was held captive and unable to move at all. He could only lower his head and stare at his strangely round belly with a dazed look.

It was being patiently examined by the gods, but this spell was perhaps too intense for the fragile mortal body. Its belly could not bear it and tightened repeatedly, leaving clear, raised marks from time to time, like snakes or vine roots.

Shen Mingxin felt like she was going to die.

He stretched out his two long legs, his shoes and socks slipped off and hung on his toes, about to fall but not quite, and a choked sob escaped his throat.

"Brother...brother..."

He was calling out, his voice barely audible.

But Chu Shenxiang still heard it.

He lowered his eyes slightly and met those dark, piercing phoenix eyes that seemed to have lost their focus.

“Brother…” Shen Mingxin called out to him, looking at him with a look that seemed to be on the verge of tears and death.

That's so pitiful.

“It has been found,” Chu Shenxiang said, his voice still cold and desolate, only at the end, as if it had been moistened by someone’s water, it became a little hoarse and damp, “It is the divine fetus.”

"The Primordial Yang Divine Embryo is something that mortals are born with. I don't know why it was activated and formed into this shape. It is not due to the defilement of evil spirits..." he said.

Before he could finish speaking, a figure in red fluttered before him like a butterfly, interrupting him, and then a sharp pain shot through his neck.

It's Shen Mingxin.

He mustered a strength from who-knows-where, smashed open a black arm, and took a bite.

Tears and saliva flowed out instantly, soaking the deity's shoulders, neck, and blue robes.

Chu Shenxiang sensed something, raised her other hand, and grasped the section of bare white nape that was visible through Shen Mingxin's black hair.

His force was neither too light nor too heavy, yet Shen Mingxin cried out in anguish, then trembled as if her soul had flown away, like a leaf falling in the wind.

"alright."

Chu Shenxiang said in a low voice.

A cold hand, damp and burning with sweat, moved from the back of Shen Mingxin's neck upwards, touching her once-thin black hair, now free of its crown.

Shen Mingxin's dazed eyes trembled as she lifted them.

He bumped into her, not wanting Chu Shenxiang to see his infatuated state. He knew She had seen it, but still didn't want her to. But... this deity was so gentle, how could he hide it from her? He should let her see.

“Brother…brother, Shen Xiangjun…”

Shen Mingxin looked up.

Upon hearing this, Chu Shenxiang turned her eyes slightly.

The handsome young man in red, like a ripe crabapple, clung to his chest, revealing his wet face.

Excessive glamour and cloying style.