Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Pony hates me!
Su Cheng wondered whether it was due to expansion or because they were squeezed out by the Vatican.
After all, this place is the center of the town.
She naturally didn't say what she was thinking, but nodded on the surface. "Hello, I'm just a stranger passing by, here to see the ancient monuments."
The silver-haired man took two steps forward, kept a distance from her, and didn't get any closer.
"Hello, stranger," he said flatly. "Why are you bowing to her? She didn't save your ancestors."
Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, then realized he was talking about the statue. "...I think she's great? Even if what she did has nothing to do with me, that doesn't stop me from showing respect, right?"
What's wrong with this person?
If it were somewhere else, she would suspect that the other party was a follower of the Dark God, but this is the temple of the Holy See.
etc.
Su Cheng couldn't help but take two steps back.
Could it be that the God of Lust is here to mess with her again?! He even chose an appearance that looks abstinent—
"She is a six-star warrior."
The silver-haired man suddenly spoke.
Su Cheng: “?”
Su Cheng: "Oh, you're talking about this mayor. She was quite impressive. Judging from her birth and death years, she was less than fifty years old when she died."
My cheap uncle is also at the fifth level and about the same age. In a place like Jinpo City, he is considered a top master, and the local nobles have to give him some face.
The people at Nanhe Academy looked down on him because they were stronger and were considered masters in the entire empire.
Although Tielong Town is prosperous, it is ultimately not as good as the city. It is rare for the mayor here to have such power.
The silver-haired man glanced at her, as if he wanted to say something, and after a few seconds he slowly spoke.
"...This means that she could at least escape with her life," he said solemnly, "even if she had to take her children with her, it would have been enough. But she insisted on protecting the entire town until her last drop of blood."
Su Cheng shrugged. "She still does this when she has other options. It makes her look even greater."
The silver-haired man frowned slightly, "I thought you'd think that was stupid."
Su Cheng blinked. "If you insist, I wouldn't do that if it were me, because I'm a selfish, cold-blooded, and morally flawed person."
Silver-haired man: "..."
There was something subtle in his eyes.
"Yes," Su Cheng crossed his arms, "I don't know why, but I feel like you heard a similar answer, or asked me to agree with you. It doesn't matter, it's the fact anyway. Just because I don't do it doesn't mean I don't admire such people. I don't need to repeat this again and again, right? And what do you think? Do you think this-"
"I feel stupid."
The silver-haired man said firmly.
Su Cheng was silent for two seconds. "Well, we all have the right to keep our own ideas. This person—sorry, what's your name?"
The silver-haired man glanced at her and said, "Wayne."
Su Cheng suddenly realized, "Oh, you have the same surname. You are the descendant of this mayor."
Although Mayor Wayne and the children are dead, if she had brothers and sisters, the surname would still be passed down.
Besides, if you get married a little earlier, it is normal to become a grandmother in your forties.
Su Cheng couldn't help but wonder, "Come to think of it, the mayor's children died. Did they die voluntarily? Is this the reason for your anger?"
She couldn't help but wonder if one of Mayor Wayne's deceased children was a direct ancestor of the man in front of her.
But this time is too long.
Even if that were the case, he shouldn't have too much resentment unless there was some other reason.
"Yes," the silver-haired man said coldly, "but so-called voluntary choices can also be the result of being guided and shaped."
Su Cheng understood, "Oh, so your family has similar ancestral teachings—"
Is that why he's unhappy? Or even resentful of his ancestors from thousands of years ago?
"Stop analyzing me," the silver-haired man said in a deep voice, "You know nothing."
Su Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. "Yeah, after all, I'm just a passerby bowing to the memorial statue. I should know all the stories and secrets from thousands of years ago."
The silver-haired man ignored the irony and continued to stare at the statue.
A few seconds passed.
He began to speak to himself, "I used to be proud of my mother, for her courage, integrity, and kindness—but then I wished she was like you."
Su Cheng: “?”
The man continued, "Selfish, cold-blooded, morally flawed—"
Su Cheng: “…”
Even though she said it herself, it sounded a bit strange now.
The silver-haired man turned to look at her, "That way I wouldn't be piecing together her body in the rubble."
Su Cheng understood completely.
It turns out that his mother is the same person as Mayor Wayne. It seems that some of the spirit of this family is inherited.
"Although I can't possibly put myself in your shoes—"
Su Cheng sighed, "But I kind of understand what you mean. I'm sorry to hear that."
The silver-haired man didn't say anything, but just squatted silently, looking at the monument in front of him with fallen grass leaves. His expression was cold, but he seemed lost in thought.
Su Cheng couldn't help but look at him.
His eyebrows, nose bridge and even the curve of his jaw are all very beautiful, as if they were forged from the first snow.
The drooping eyelashes are like ice crystals formed by pine needles on a winter night, covering the cold and quiet eyes that are filled with sadness.
"…Hey," she whispered, "don't be sad."
The silver-haired man turned his head slightly to look at her.
He was very tall, but even when he squatted he was still shorter than her.
Seen from this angle, that face is breathtakingly beautiful, and the fleeting confusion and depression in the eyes are so pitiful.
Su Cheng couldn't help but touch his head, "Your mother wouldn't want to see you like this."
Her five fingers sank into the man's hair. The silver-white curls were almost translucent in the sunlight, like washed silk, and a little cool to the touch.
Like the thin snow in early winter, soft and slightly cold, the curly hair gently rubs the skin between the fingers.
It feels like rubbing a cloud, or like stroking the fur of some precious animal, delicate, smooth and a little fluffy.
For a moment, she wanted to bury her fingers inside and not come out.
Su Cheng: “…”
etc.
A moment later, she suddenly realized that her behavior was very strange and rude.
She touched a stranger's head!
Su Cheng froze.
The man was also stunned.
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
The silver-haired man suddenly stood up, the shadow cast by his shoulder covered her, and his face showed a mixture of shame, embarrassment and annoyance.
For a moment, Su Cheng felt like he wanted to beat someone up.
It's like being in a state where, after being offended, you're ready to slap a gangster in the face at any time.
Su Cheng: "I just want to—"
They were discussing a rather serious topic, and she really didn't have any other thoughts. She just felt a little sorry for him, and since he was so handsome, she wanted to comfort him.
How did things turn out like this?
Maybe it was also because he wanted his mother to be like her, and so he inexplicably aroused her maternal love?
This is too outrageous!
Su Cheng: "...Sorry."
She stepped back stiffly. "You look like a warrior, after all—"
Su Cheng couldn't help but look at the other person as he spoke.
The silver-haired man was very tall, but didn't seem very burly.
But beneath the elegant lapels and slim lines of the trench coat, you could also see a thick chest, a thin waist, and plump thighs that stretched the boots and stretched the leather tightly.
"you--"
The man's fingers hanging at his sides suddenly clenched, his knuckles pressing against the hem of his windbreaker, leaving a sharp crease.
His shirt was buttoned, tightly fitting around his neck, and his Adam's apple above the collar moved slightly, as if he was suppressing his anger.
The skin behind the ear was burning hot, and the blood spread uncontrollably, revealing a very light red under the cold white skin.
But because the skin is too white, it is easy to see.
His jaw tightened, and his thin lips formed a sharp line. "If you look at me like that again—"
The voice was extremely low, as if it came from deep in the throat, with a barely audible tremor.
"No, no, no!"
Su Cheng was overwhelmed. "I just want to say, if you want to duel, let's at least go outside and do it. After all, there are so many statues and monuments here, they are all history, don't let them be damaged."
The silver-haired man frowned and glared at her, as if he was laughing out of anger, with a sarcastic expression on his face, "Do you really care?"
Su Cheng kept backing away, leaving the garden and retreating to the corridor. "I came here just to see the ancient relics. If I thought this thing was not worth mentioning, what would I be doing here? Wouldn't it be nice to have a drink and a cake instead?"
He seemed stumped by her question.
Su Cheng was about to say something else when he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his back. A fine burning sensation rose from his spine and spread outward along his blood vessels.
Su Cheng: “…”
No way!
She took two steps back and held onto the railing, unable to help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The halo at the corner of the girl's eyes flickered, gradually forming a flickering golden wine glass, with strange purple-red grapes overflowing from the rim.
Her breath had a sweet smell that dissipated in wisps.
Silver-haired man: "..."
He smelled the scent, which was fresh and sweet, but also seemed to have hooks that tore at one's sanity.
Ordinary people can reach bliss in an instant and reach the top on the spot.
——This is the manifestation of the power of the God of Joy, or a manifestation of divine power, which depends more on the intentions of the one favored by the God.
There are many ways for people to obtain happiness, and followers can immerse people in different types of joy and pleasure.
Sex is one of them.
A brief flash of anger crossed the man's face, as if he thought she had done it on purpose, and then he realized something was wrong.
The girl leaned against the pillar in the corridor, her snow-white cheeks flushed, sweat seeped out of her forehead, and a few strands of hair were wet and stuck together.
"I advise you not to come over here," she took two breaths and tugged at her collar irritably. "...You might get hurt. Just treat me like I'm sick, the kind that can hurt people."
Su Cheng spoke incoherently.
The man in front of her did look good, but muscles did not equate to strength. She could not judge a person by his appearance and conclude that he was a mid- to high-level warrior.
Although he was a little weird, she was the one who touched his hair first.
"so--"
The silver-haired man looked at her with an indescribable gaze and slowly walked over, as if he was looking at some monster.
"You've been..."
He spoke in a low voice, "And someone like you... actually..."
Su Cheng felt dizzy, and as the head was spinning, his forehead hit the other person's chest.
The tall and strong male body in front of him suddenly stiffened.
She could only hear fragmented words.
She realized she was using the power of the God of Joy, which seemed to exacerbate her unconscious state.
Even though she had done it unintentionally, it was probably due to the influence of the curse, which made her instinctively want to find someone who could relieve the condition.
That’s right.
The captain and his men are still in town, not too far from here, so we'll definitely have time to ride over there in time.
But no matter what, she had to get out of the temple first. She couldn't always do this kind of thing in the temple.
However, her mind became more and more like a paste, and the kind of pleasure that was like being drunk seemed to be reflected on herself.
She suddenly understood why Qin Jing was so neurotic. It was certainly because he himself was a lunatic, but the power of the gods themselves also had other effects on these followers.
Especially when using it.
The effect is doubled when combined with this garbage curse.
"I can't do this anymore," Su Cheng tried to gather his strength. "If I do this again, I'll be killed by that guy. He'll definitely want to kill me..."
A soft hum suddenly sounded above my head.
"Who will kill you?"
The silver-haired man said unhappily, "If you..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
The girl's hot fingertips unconsciously slid into his cuffs, and her soft fingertips pressed against the inside of his wrist, scraping across the blood vessels like feathers, and brushing back and forth continuously.
"Pony hates me!"
She whined, "Even though he has a bad temper, the pony is really handsome!"
His voice paused.
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