Chapter 117

While the white-haired man was stunned, the ordinary people in front of him saw the golden light flowing in the eyes of the White-Winged God, and they dared not look directly into those eyes!

The humans wearing animal skins knelt down, and the tribal chief chanted in a stiff common language, "Thank God for his miraculous power to drive away the disease, may you live forever!"

The noble god flapped his wings and looked down at the creatures he had saved from mid-air. His tone was faint and a little ethereal, "It was the merciful Lord God of Light who guided me here to save you from the disease. Become a believer of my god, human."

The white-haired god no longer spoke to the lower creatures. His dreamy wings of light carried him away and landed beside an uninhabited lake.

Xia Zuo looked into the eyes reflected in the water. Although there was a hint of warm gold in the eyes, they only looked cold and arrogant.

His heartbeat quickened, and he clenched his fists and spoke softly, as if he was afraid of startling something, "My God... are you in my body?"

He is the god of law, also known as a demigod or a false god. His body can accommodate the consciousness of the main god for a short period of time.

A familiar voice sounded in his mind, "There was the breath of the God of Plague in that place just now."

Xia Zuo's fingertips trembled, "I see, no wonder the disease I saw there was so terrible. If I hadn't happened to pass by and solved this matter, I don't know how many lives would have been killed if it had spread."

He pulled out a pitch-black ring and sighed, "That tribe opened the box containing this, and it brought disaster upon them."

The God of Light obviously didn't care about the relic of a lesser god or the incident it caused.

"You haven't cared about the Holy See for a long time."

Xia Zuo didn't know what the god had discovered that made him so sure, and he didn't deny it either.

The white-haired young man kept looking down at his reflection in the lake, as if he was concentrating on gazing at another person. "I have handed over the affairs of the Church to an upright and pious bishop. I just want to concentrate on my cultivation. I hope to break through the realm barrier as soon as possible and go to the Divine Realm to serve you."

"Oh~" The god seemed to have doubts about this, "Wandering around is beneficial to your human race's practice?"

"I read in an ancient manuscript that creatures at the Law God level need to comprehend the power of the law before they can break through again. I am stupid. I have been practicing in the royal city for a hundred years without making any progress. So... I want to travel around, hoping to get some inspiration, and save those who are suffering from misfortune, and spread your good name."

Xia Zuo asked cautiously, "My God, did I do something wrong?"

The God of Light was born with supreme power. He certainly didn't know how lower creatures should practice, so he had no way of judging whether what Xia Zuo said was true or false. However, he knew how pious the Pope was, so he didn't bother to find out the truth and just praised him casually, "You work very hard."

Xia Zuo smiled and asked, "My God, how come you suddenly woke up? Did something big happen in the lower world?"

The god's cold voice was indistinct from emotion. "The bishop you trusted was not good enough. He did not realize that many priests had already fallen. I did not know when the Church of Light had turned into the evil and filthy Church of Darkness."

The white-haired believer frowned, "I will investigate this matter thoroughly. I am too negligent. I am sorry, my God, I have disappointed you..."

The God of Light was silent for a moment. Xia Zuo couldn't see Him and had no way of judging the God's mood. His eyelashes trembled and he was a little nervous.

The god did not admit his disappointment. He chuckled and expressed his satisfaction with the other person. "At least the new Holy Son is a good kid. He will help you manage the Church. Xia Zuo, you can be freed from affairs and concentrate on your practice."

Ashborn had only met the silver-haired young man twice, but he was indeed more satisfied with this human being than Xia Zuo. He was a more valuable believer... and could completely replace Xia Zuo's position in the Holy See.

Elphis? The Pope frowned almost imperceptibly. It sounded...

"My God, have you descended upon El and visited the child?"

"He is a good boy who is pious and courageous, Xia Zuo. You can trust him. As for the bishop you mentioned, I have some impression of him. He is a good believer, but he is not suitable to be the leader of the Holy See."

"I see. I'm glad you were satisfied with Al's performance."

The voice of the god became more and more ethereal, "Continue your path of cultivation..."

"My God, it's rare for you to wake up. Would you like to come with me to see the scenery of the underworld? Perhaps you will find something interesting."

Xia Zuo looked at the eyes that no longer had the golden light, and after waiting for a long time without getting an answer, he finally confirmed that the god had left his body.

The handsome white-haired man closed his eyes. How could it be Al... He had been with the kid for a while. He was smart and cautious, but he was not a believer in God. When did he change his mind?

Xia Zuo traveled in remote areas all year round and was not aware of the changes in the customs in many places in recent years. In addition, Bishop Edgar thought that he was meditating in the bishop's court and could not see the message from the crystal ball, so he never contacted him. Therefore, His Holiness the Pope really did not know what good things their Son of God had done that deserved special praise from the gods.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a coldness in his eyes similar to that of a god. It seemed that it was time to go back to the royal city...

On the other side, in the Turo Chamber.

After Al confirmed that the statue's eyes had regained its previous feeling of compassion for all living beings and the scrutinizing gaze had disappeared, he relaxed and was surprised to find that he was already sweating.

At this moment, what the young man was most grateful for was not that he had dealt with the sudden scrutiny of the God of Light, but that Winster was now competing in the Swordsman Guild, instead of staying by his side and being exposed to the gaze of the God of Light.

The Holy Light Salvation Conference ended successfully, and all the believers went home with happy smiles on their faces. Al had originally lived in the branch court these days, but now he was really afraid of the statues here, so he found an excuse to go to the hotel, and then contacted his companions not to go back to the branch court.

Winster had been scowling since some point in the afternoon, and his expression finally improved when he opened the door and saw his lovely lover in a daze.

Al raised an eyebrow, "Who pissed you off?"

Winster didn't want to say it at first, because he was worried that his brother would dislike him for his weird temper, but his intuition had never been wrong...

"No one has messed with me, I just felt threatened for no reason not long ago."

Al was not surprised at all after hearing this, and said calmly: "Oh, it must be because the God of Light descended in the Chamber."

Winster has the intuition of a wild beast and can sense something unusual even across half a city, but Al is sure that the God of Light has not discovered him. Otherwise, given that his lover's face looks the same as in his previous life, if the God of Light saw him, he would definitely appear on the spot and order his arrest.

"What?" Winster walked to his brother, bent down and looked at him carefully. He saw that his face was normal, but he was still worried that Ashburn had noticed that his brother had made reforms that were not in his favor, so he came to his brother. So Winster still asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"I am the Son of God appointed by Him personally. What can happen to me?" Al exhaled and said in fear: "I was almost scared to death."

A smile flashed through his deep black eyes. "Brother, you are such a good talker. No one, including me, has escaped your deception. Are you afraid that you can't deceive Ashborn, a guy who knows nothing about the mortal world?"

The silver-haired young man pinched his cheek angrily and pulled it, "Am I worried about myself? I'm just afraid that a careless guy like you will be discovered by Him!"

The smile in Winster's eyes froze. Was he worried about him because he was so useless?

If he is strong enough, as strong as before, and no one dares to provoke him, why is his brother afraid?

"sorry…"

Al was a little surprised to hear this apology. If it was Winster who said sorry to him a few years ago, it would be normal, but now Winster has Samuel's arrogant temper. What is the difference between his apology and Samuel's apology in person? !

Samuel's style of submission is to do what he says with an unwilling look on his face, or to coax him. Sometimes, he would stick quietly to him like a wronged big wolfdog, giving off signals of begging for touch and hug.

A formal apology was too much for the God who had been high and mighty for tens of thousands of years. Besides, Winster had not done anything wrong just now. Al didn't know what nerve of his had suddenly become sensitive.

The silver-haired young man held his lover's face, his deep blue eyes like the vast and inclusive sky, "What's wrong? If I just said I was worried about you, don't think too much."

Winster knelt on one knee beside him and said, "I am too useless. If I were strong enough, brother wouldn't have to worry about me. Even the Church of Light would cease to exist, and you wouldn't have to care about what dirty things it did."

Al smiled. "My worry about you has nothing to do with your strength. Even if you are as powerful as in your previous life, I will still worry that you will fall into someone else's trap, that you will be in a bad mood, or that one day you will not like me anymore."

"I worry about too many things, but it's just because I care about you too much. This is what it's like to love someone, so there's no need to blame yourself."

Winster was stunned, he knew that his brother spoke nicely, both he and Samuel felt sweet every time they heard praise, but he didn't expect it could be even better!

His gloomy heart became warm and he felt that the whole world was beautiful!

Al rarely takes the initiative in relationships, but this time he actually said something that was like a confession of love naturally, and it was a very corny kind. He felt a little embarrassed as soon as he finished speaking.

But Winster just stared at him without saying anything. Al covered his eyes angrily, "Just staring? What are you looking at? Are you mute?"

A magnetic low laugh came, making Al's face even hotter. Winster took his brother's hand and kissed it. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the silver-haired young man with evasive eyes and slightly red cheeks, and he sighed, "So cute... I want to fuck him."

"?!!" Al was filled with regret at this moment. He shouldn't have taught his lover to speak Chinese!

Of course, he didn't teach him these improper things normally. Sometimes, when he encountered something, he would blurt out some short and sharp Chinese quintessence, and then explain a few words when his lover asked him about it... Damn it! He didn't learn the good things, but only the bad things!

"Shut up."

"oh……"

If the consciousness of the God of Light descended here and saw his old friend's silly look, he would probably not recognize him. He would only think that the world is full of wonders and there are actually humans who look almost the same as Samuel.

When Samuel came out, his body was pressing against his lover in a kiss.

He half-raised himself, frowned and pretended to be wronged, "You are biased. You only told Winster that you like me, and never told me."

Al looked at Him dimly. Does it matter which consciousness you speak to? You two don't really have split personalities. Do you need to be so picky with yourself? You just want to hear it again!

Winster had coaxed him many times just now and wanted him to listen again, but Al got stubborn and refused to say anything!

Samuel saw him pursing his lips and staring at Him warily, with a look of determination not to obey even at death, and he thought the little boy was so adorable.

He rubbed his lover's head, suppressed his grievances, and became serious, "I will erase the protective seal that Ashborn left on you?"

That guy had been sleeping for many years. Samuel didn't expect that he would wake up again just a few years after the last time he was awakened, and he came directly to his lover looking for the protective seal.

Samuel did not like anything else to leave its mark on his lover.

"No, it's too sudden for the three protective seals to disappear at the same time. The God of Light will notice it. And it can save lives. Besides being able to track my location, there's no other downside."

Samuel gritted his teeth and said, "I regret it. If I had not chosen to reincarnate as a weak human, you wouldn't have to worry so much with me protecting you."

Al laughed. Being in love really lowers your intelligence. "If you hadn't reincarnated, how could we have met?"

Samuel said confidently: "You are so dazzling. As long as I come to the mortal world, I will definitely notice you, the Son of Light."

Al replied: "And then killed me with one move."

The corners of the Lord God's lips rose, "No, I will take you back to the abyss to play with you."

Thinking about Samuel's bad taste when they first met, Al had to admit that this might really be the case.

Samuel now felt a sense of urgency, "Do you humans have any way to quickly improve your realm or physique? It doesn't matter if it's a little troublesome."

Al thought for a moment and said, "I saw a very powerful spell in the notes of the pioneer of dark magic."

Samuel didn't think that human spells could be more powerful than divine power, but he was still curious, "What spell is it and what does it do? Teach me."

He sat up, ready to test his power.