Chapter 145 Chapter 145 Singing. (Nutrient solution 11w plus more...
This is an old acquaintance.
Su Cheng was thinking in a trance, and almost couldn't help smiling.
Although she wasn't sure whether this was due to her joyful mood, the influence of divine power, or both.
Amidst the long tables filled with guests, amidst the dazzling lights, in the center of the hall resounding with singing and wind music—
A slender and graceful figure appeared at the banquet.
The strange hair color that could not be born in this mortal world made her feel as if she saw melting sunlight and silver foil merging into the moonlight.
It looks like a waterfall of liquid metal, or like stars twinkling in the mist.
He is draped in a translucent, plain gauze dress, the light hem of which flutters with his dance steps. His slender, well-toned limbs are adorned with intricately carved gold rings and bells.
That strong sense of presence instantly overwhelmed everything.
When he turned around, he raised his face slightly, revealing his delicate jawline, and his thin, rosy lips were slightly raised, as if smiling at every audience member.
Although almost everyone in the hall was so drunk that they lost their minds, they could only stare blankly at the miracle that was about to happen.
He is still dancing.
The body, with its graceful curves and agile posture, makes every movement appear natural and transcends the rules of worldly art.
It is the embodiment of pure joy, intoxication and vitality, and the embodiment of fragrant wine and fragrant flowers.
When He stretched out His arms, ripples appeared in the air and the wine in the cup rippled.
The musicians looked at Him in fascination, but they did not stop playing. They even followed His dance moves, making the originally melodious tune even more unrestrained and cheerful.
Some of the guests stood up with silly smiles and began to dance casually and irregularly. The calculations and thoughts in their eyes faded away, leaving only the innocent joy of children.
——No one knows whether they can change back.
Su Cheng leaned against the pillar and watched the scene silently.
Until the beautiful figure spinning in the music gradually approached, with light and casual dance steps, filling her vision.
Su Cheng: “?”
Does He know her now?
She wanted to say something else.
The incomparable golden and silver curls flew and brushed across her forehead, emitting an incomparable sweet and refreshing fragrance.
Su Cheng met His eyes.
The color of the iris is difficult to describe with specific words - it is like mead and nectar shining in the morning light, rippling with pure joy.
She stared at Him blankly, as if falling into the mellow and rich honey dew of Liquan.
Everything around her became blurry and distant, and the stone pillars behind her turned into light clouds, softly wrapping her and lifting her to heaven.
He half-knelt in front of her, reached out and cupped the girl's blushing cheeks. The burning warmth in his palms seemed to dispel the last bit of gloom and worry.
"Come, my little bird—"
That pleasant voice, as clear and sweet as ice wine, with a certain beautiful rhythm, resounded deep in her soul.
"Your Highness," Su Cheng curled his lips and held His hand, "Let me ascend to paradise—"
They both leaned in and kissed each other simultaneously.
Unlike the last dreamy kiss, this time she felt as if she tasted sweet honey and fragrant flower dew.
This is not a kiss of giving or asking for lust, but the purest kiss born for the joy of communion.
That ultimate happiness, like flowing fragrant nectar, with the sweetness of wild grapes and citrus, the warmth of sun-baked wooden barrels, and the joy tempered by hundreds of billions of happy days and nights, all poured into her lips and tongue, and then bloomed in her body.
At this moment, this kind of happiness seems to be the source of life, the pillar of suffering in all hardships, and the warm current that melts the ice of pain.
Confusion, hesitation, worry - everything experienced in the Lightless Ruins began to become blurred. The bad parts seemed to disappear, and only the joy of meeting old friends was extracted.
Her fingers slid through the cascade of gold and silver curls, greedily absorbing the world's finest wine.
and--
It didn't feel like kissing someone, nor like drinking real wine, because there was no spiciness or aftertaste, only intense sweetness and joy.
She likes it this way.
For a moment, she felt that it was a sweet spring that would allow people to drown voluntarily, and it would not matter if they died like that.
But this thought only lasted a brief moment.
——In a sense, this way of dying might be the best, but she still wants to live.
At a certain moment, Su Cheng seemed to see an ancient god who was half human and half tree, and his eyes, which contained millions of springs and summers, were staring at her.
"...Ah," the God of Joy slowly stood up, "I will not take you away, my dear..."
He was like the lightest morning mist at dawn, his body seemed weightless as he retreated, and his mead-like eyes were filled with eager light.
"No need to be sad about this..."
His voice was ethereal and clear in the hall where music was echoing.
"I will show you..."
Just as Su Cheng felt the stone pillar behind him become harder and no longer soft and empty, the whole world in front of him suddenly changed.
Intricate crystal chandeliers, ancient oil-painted murals, tables laden with cinnamon wine, peppercorns, and delicacies, as well as those well-dressed yet intoxicated people—
They are like the surface of the water with ripples, which are blurred and broken in the waves. The light loses its source and turns into a diffuse and flowing rainbow.
Reality seemed to be dissolving, being replaced by a more ancient, vast, and emotionally charged plane.
She took a step back and found herself standing on the edge of a huge pool. The water in the round pool carved out of white jade was clear, but it reflected ever-changing and indescribable magnificent light and shadow.
Su Cheng saw countless changing images: birds of prey carefully feeding their chicks, wild beasts nurturing their mates, close friends crying and hugging each other as they said goodbye, soldiers on the battlefield helping up their fallen comrades, and scholars rejoicing in their new discoveries under the lonely lamp.
All the complex, pure, subtle, and grand emotional whirlpools that can be performed by the intelligent creatures in the world converge and flow here.
Su Cheng stared blankly for a while, then raised his head and looked at the god in front of him.
The God of Joy was still slowly retreating, with a flying posture, her gauze dress rolled up like wings, revealing her slender and plump legs.
The golden bell on the ankle made no sound anymore.
Now He was in a dreamlike, towering palace, with rose-colored crystals and rainbows forming the base and stairs, and a hazy golden mist diffused everywhere.
The petals fell slowly like a drizzle, spinning and dancing silently in the air.
A harmony that goes beyond the scope of string vibration, perfect and gentle, fills the entire space.
She saw the god in front of her turn around and salute upwards with his arms extended respectfully in an indescribable and beautiful gesture.
In the center of the entire space, in the swirling mist where rainbow light converged, someone turned his head and looked over.
It is a reef in the boundless sea of intoxication, a beacon in the storm of emotions——
It is the master of emotion itself.
Su Cheng's gaze fell on His face.
At that moment, she understood where the God of Joy's charm that transcended the scope of living things came from.
Perhaps it was just the afterglow of the brilliance emanating from the being before him.
It was no longer a face that could be described with words like gorgeous, beautiful, or perfect, but rather a supreme sense of harmony that could make time stop and the soul speechless.
In her eyes, the face had cold contours and clear lines, like a masterpiece that a master sculptor had pursued throughout his life.
He has curly hair as black as ebony, skin as white as snow, and deep, sharp eyebrows.
The golden color of his eyes is like gold tempered in the morning sun, his nose is straight like the mountains supporting the sky, and his lips are red like blood-soaked coral.
——Yes, that is certainly her preference.
It was the result of the manifestation of the divine power, and it was also His response to her gaze.
After all, even though she was almost bewildered, she knew that the god of love had no real face, and all appearances were just faces pieced together by the human mind.
After all, it is love.
——It is all the emotions that intelligent creatures can have in a broad sense, including friendship, family affection, romance, and various mixed, free, and unspeakable emotions.
Su Cheng looked at Him intently, watching the face undergo various subtle changes in the rainbow light.
Sometimes, those cold and sharp eyebrows would reveal a kind of boundless tolerance and doting like the ocean, like a parent looking at their own child.
Occasionally, in the depths of those golden eyes, a child's pure yet cunning curiosity would surge.
The God of Joy half-knelt on the side, looking at her with interest.
He leaned over to pour wine for his Lord, his movements still graceful beyond words, and every move was filled with extreme charm.
He seemed to say something.
That is probably not a language that people other than gods can understand.
Su Cheng only felt that His voice was as beautiful as a song.
The god of love did not respond, but just looked over quietly and looked into her eyes seriously.
The whole world seemed to collapse and reorganize in an instant.
Su Cheng seemed to have fallen into a whirlpool, and saw the joys, sorrows, anger, happiness, separations and reunions of all intelligent creatures since the birth of this world surging and churning in it.
That’s all kinds of love.
It is the ecstasy of regaining what has been lost, the irreversible farewell, the unforgettable longing, the determination to live and die together, and the giving without regrets.
——It is all the fetters that cannot be released, and also all the music performed by the soul under the gravity of love.
Su Cheng saw the gods waving at him.
She stood up and walked over. "If it's because I have the aura of Her Highness Euphoria on me—"
Su Cheng said the difficult-to-pronounce name of the God of Joy, which he had read from a book.
Although in a sense, these ancient gods do not seem to have proper names, but people gave them some names, and the gods would occasionally respond depending on their mood.
So as time went by, it seemed to become their name.
The god with gold and silver hair looked at her with a smile, and seemed to agree with the title.
"...I can tell the truth about this, as long as you believe it."
Su Cheng said uncertainly.
Anyway, they have thousands of ways to see people's memories, although they usually don't do so, mainly because they are not interested.
However, this statement is not quite accurate.
After all, using the word "interest" is too anthropomorphic.
They might not be that human yet. "Your journey is not over yet—"
The deity sitting in the main seat spoke softly, "If you... later, you can come find me."
The voice sounded like the vibrating strings of a guitar soaked in wine, with a strange and incomparably natural rhythm. The pronunciation of each letter made people feel relaxed and comfortable.
Su Cheng tried to hear what He said, but was almost intoxicated by the heavenly voice.
Then--
The ancient god in the rainbow light raised his head slightly and sang a soft song softly.
She wasn't sure if that was the case.
Maybe He was just talking.
But it was not any language she could distinguish. It was the resonance of time and space, the trembling of emotions, like a laser tearing through the night sky, or like a storm whispering in the abyss.
Su Cheng didn't understand the meaning.
The boundaries of language are crushed and reorganized, and each syllable is filled with a wealth of information - countless ordinary or special moments, those small or great creatures, moments of birth and death, moments of sadness or joy.
Su Cheng listened to the song in a daze.
It is a melody without worldly distractions. The burning possession turns into endless ties, the bleak sorrow turns into understanding and tolerance, and the frenzied joy turns into a calm torrent.
A relaxing, warm feeling of peace slowly permeated her mind and body.
As her consciousness faded, the god's face gradually became blurred in the light mist, gradually revealing more forms.
In a trance, Su Cheng saw countless overlapping faces, their eyes like cracks that devoured the mind.
The skin that was glowing softly was torn into pieces, and turned into thousands of entangled filaments, like countless tentacles with bared fangs and claws.
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