Chapter 134 Chapter 134 Fusion.
It was an eager and even flustered kiss, with a distinct awkwardness.
It was as if he wanted to block out all the unspoken questions, those questions that he could not answer or was unwilling to face.
or--
I also want to make up for the distant and empty distance of more than a thousand years.
The god's warm, broad palm cupped her cheek, his slender fingers entwined into her inky black hair.
Su Cheng was a little surprised.
They stood in the shadow of the weeping willows. She looked up at him. His gray-blue eyes, facing the light, looked like distant mountains shrouded in morning mist, or like clouds gathering thunder and lightning before a rainstorm.
There is a deep emotion accumulated in it, almost like longing.
The silver hair that was like condensed moonlight poured down like water, brushing against her cheekbones and neck, causing a slight itch.
He pressed her lips hard, prying her teeth apart chaotically, as if driven by some burning impulse and desire.
The other hand almost stiffly wrapped around the slender waist, completely encircling the person in his arms.
This seemingly predatory kiss seemed inexplicably funny because of his poor technique and stiff movements.
Su Cheng: "Your kissing skills don't seem to have improved much."
She spoke indistinctly amidst the collision of lips and tongue.
That messy kiss had been a clumsy performance, and she didn't even want to fight him seriously.
The silver-haired young man looked down at her, a certain kind of aggrieved anger welling up in his gray-blue eyes, "Why can I make progress?"
Su Cheng: "...Well said, you asked me the right question."
He looked at the girl's red lips, his expression was very subtle, and he looked even angrier, as if he would explode and hit someone at any time.
Maybe not.
Su Cheng thought with a frown on his face, but this guy gave people a similar feeling. He wondered if it was a sequelae of the original novel.
Su Cheng: "Charles——"
The silver-haired young man said with a cold expression, "Do you really have to call me that?"
Su Cheng: "Why? Don't you like this name?"
The God of Purity looked at her expressionlessly, "I don't like the past that this name represents."
"Okay, Cecia," Su Cheng said, curling his lips. "It's a bit weird. It feels like the kind of word you'd call out in prayer, not a human name."
His expression remained unchanged. "I am no longer a human being. I died in—"
Su Cheng: "The Battle of Anmen?"
He was stunned for a moment.
Su Cheng: "I saw the broken sword you left behind somewhere. Although I didn't know it was you at the time, it left a deep impression on me because your name was obviously human, and you beheaded the ancient dragon. I thought it was amazing. To be honest, I thought you would die at the hands of one of the Seven Sins."
He was listening quietly, but when he was praised, the curve of his brow softened a little.
By the last sentence, scorn appeared in his eyes again.
"Jelair, Luxara, Graton, Voraysius—"
He chuckled softly, "They are all my defeated men. Even if they join forces, they can't kill me. What you really want to talk about is Hephaest, right?"
Su Cheng knew that was the name Hurwitz would take after becoming a god. "...You mean he can kill you?"
He was silent for a moment. "I don't know. Even though I hate this man, I have to admit that his talent in magic is unparalleled. So if we get into a deadly battle, I think we might both perish."
"That's quite interesting," Su Cheng couldn't help but sarcastically say, "The God of Light cursed him and took away his power. He remained weakened, surrounded and attacked by the Paladins, and was eventually burned dry by the Holy Fire. I don't want to make any criticisms, because I know they might have done similar things. It's just a pity that you can't experience the magic yourself."
Cesia: “…”
Judging from his expression, he obviously also knew how the Grand Master died.
Su Cheng originally thought that he would be furious and would fight with him on the spot, or even kill him.
However, although he was not very happy, he did not look like he was about to have an attack, and his eyes became more subtle.
Cesia: "...Do you know why he was cursed?"
Su Cheng blinked. "The God of Light thinks no one can defeat him, and letting him live will cause you great losses, or he doesn't want you to sacrifice yourself? What if you are the only one on your side who can kill him?"
Cesia remained noncommittal. "This is at most a benefit. After the White Night Siege, Hephes destroyed many of the Vatican's temples and desecrated His Majesty's holy icons."
Su Cheng couldn't help but open his eyes wide, "What kind of blasphemy?"
Cesia: “…………”
He gave me a look that said you were hopeless.
Su Cheng held his forehead with his hand. "Sorry, for you, smashing the statue is also a blasphemy, right?"
He nodded wordlessly and glanced at her again, "Not everyone is you."
"Ah?" Su Cheng's face was full of grievance. "I was just sighing in my heart and didn't do that at all—never mind. Do you mean that no one else has done that?"
"Why do you think he's the God of Arrogance?" He chuckled softly, "No one dares to challenge the authority of the Supreme God like he does, not even your old friends..."
Su Cheng suddenly remembered his first meeting with the God of Lust.
Lu Xia also chose the prayer room of the God of Purity, rather than the place with the statue of the God of Light.
She suddenly understood a little.
"Oh," Su Cheng understood, "so the God of Light is also going to retaliate - and besides, Lord Hurwitz is probably a thorn in your side. So, we can kill two birds with one stone, right?"
Cesia stopped talking.
Su Cheng reached out and hooked the hair that fell by his ear. "How did you feel after integrating those memories? You didn't really miss me for a thousand years, did you?"
The silver-haired young man lowered his head slightly, as if he wanted to speak.
Su Cheng jumped up and kissed him.
She put one hand around the back of his neck and gave him a deeper kiss that was more explosive and intended to return the favor, her lips sealing his mouth with pressure.
“…”
He seemed a little stunned, and when his lower lip was bitten by the tip of the teeth, he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and then he felt the cool tip of the tongue sliding into his mouth.
She quickly released her strength, and swept across every corner of her mouth skillfully and accurately, licking between her gums and teeth, then curling up his tongue and pulling it tenderly.
The last bit of air between the two of them was squeezed out.
He couldn't help but reach out and hug her.
The silver and black hair were intertwined and entwined like a knot.
Slender, cool fingers slid down the side of his neck, like a hard and cold blade, cutting open the collar just below his Adam's apple.
The nails, stained a little red, were like a blade scratching across the collarbone, stroking the broad and strong shoulders, and then touching the elastic and muscular chest muscles.
Su Cheng stroked the bulging chest that filled his shirt. The body under his palm was the condensation of the god's thoughts, and the heat was just the gathering of power.
She could no longer feel a real heartbeat.
Charles has been dead for many years, in the real past that he cannot reach.
More buttons popped open as she tugged at them with her fingers.
The full chest muscles and concave ravines rise and fall with breathing, and the lines of mass when the waist and abdomen are tense are extremely clear, condensing an indescribable sense of power.
Su Cheng turned his head and saw the swan flapping its wings and taking off, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Speaking of which, where did that person go?"
“…”
Cesia once again showed an incredulous look.
"Sorry," Su Cheng said without apology, "I was just wondering if we should change places, or hurry up, otherwise if we are interrupted later-"
"...I don't think he's aware of what's going on here."
He sighed lightly and said in a strange tone, "Besides, the time is up to you. If you want, even this time next year is no problem."
Su Cheng: “?”
She couldn't imagine this guy could say such a thing!
Is it really because of the fusion of that memory that it was contaminated by her?
Su Cheng couldn't help but pinch his face, "You are not pretending to be Lu Xia, right?"
The next second, her back was against the trunk of the willow tree.
"...What a familiar name."
The silver-haired young man lowered his head and looked at her, anger burning in his gray-blue eyes, "Do you like him that much?"
"There are a lot of people I like. I like him because he's more likely to do something like this—"
Shengxia's words disappeared in the kiss again.
The hot wind of midsummer blows on my face, and the branches of the weeping willows by the water sway gently.
The hard, thick, green branches on the shore then lightly touched the lake water, like a feather sweeping across silk, and the ripples on the water surface shattered the shadows of the clouds.
In the silver ripples of water swaying in the pond, the tips of the branches were wet by the lake surface, and sparkled in the sunlight.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the entire tree began to sway slightly, and the branches trembled slightly and sank into the water.
The lake water, heated by the scorching sun, eagerly climbed up the veins of the branches, covering the knots and bumps of the twigs.
The branches gradually touched the bottom of the shallows, and then pushed away the pebbles at the bottom, causing tiny bubbles to appear on the water surface.
The willow branches sank into the sand below the beach, and the leaves penetrated into the wet and muddy land. The lake water formed a whirlpool due to the vibration of the wind, rolling up broken waves.
The fresh fragrance of aquatic plants and the moistness of the soil created a sticky scent in the air.
As more branches and leaves fell into the lake, the mud and sand under the shallows were constantly lifted up and stirred, and each collision created a distinct sound of water.
The solid rocks below shook slightly, dark dust flew up from the bottom of the lake, and the splashing water wet the lush grass on the shore.
Su Cheng leaned his head against the tree trunk, feeling the willow leaves brushing past his ears and the wet branches emerging from the lake.
After a few seconds, she suddenly realized that she hardly sensed any of the divine power.
like--
They were just an ordinary couple who came to the shore for a date and couldn't help but get intimate.
Someone must have done it on purpose.
“…There are a lot of people in this town who like you.”
Su Cheng looked at the god who was so close, "You know, someone told me before to treat you well. I didn't even know her, so why didn't you try to talk to her?"
He was silent for a few seconds. "I'm very busy. I prefer to be alone in my free time. And... I can't find that feeling."
"Heartbeat?"
"Pretty much," he hesitated. "At the time, I read some stories described in books, which may have given me some expectations and fantasies. But in real life, when I get along with those who expressed their affection, I feel that I can't get along with them."
"What about those mercenaries or clergy who passed through your town?"
He shook his head silently, "…more trouble. Except you."
"Okay," Su Cheng sighed softly, "I have to tell you, considering that you seem to be more... You know that you and I are not the same kind of people, right? Besides, you are not human either, so I don't think I have anything to be responsible for."
Cesia glanced at her. "It's obvious. If you think I would think that, then you underestimate my understanding of you. Not even Charles has such thoughts."
"Okay," Su Cheng frowned, "I can understand if Charles doesn't think so. After all, you always thought I was thinking about someone at that time."
The silver-haired young man sneered heavily.
Su Cheng: "...I just thought you wanted to see me, so I asked Ian to bring you here. You even pretended to be a unicorn. You were either here to get revenge on me, or you wanted me to make a certain choice."
"What?"
That strange emotion flashed in his eyes again, as if he was suppressing some kind of anger. "I'm not—I'm not—"
The silver-haired young man took a deep breath and seemed about to explode on the spot.
He took two steps back, as if he could no longer bear it, and disappeared into the air.
Su Cheng looked blankly at the place where he left.
"Honestly, I thought I'd met enough people with strange tempers, but he still seems to be at the top..."
She complained quietly.
"I thought it was something that attracted you."
A deep, pleasant voice came from the side.
Su Cheng turned around and met those light golden eyes.
Ian had returned at some point, "Also, your buttons are buttoned crookedly."
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