Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Magic or fighting spirit?
He spoke with a smile in his tone, but there was a clear dissatisfaction in his eyes.
“I didn’t do it on my own initiative.”
Su Cheng coughed dryly. "First of all, you do make me feel very happy. I am His beloved. When I am happy, I seem to be able to 'see' Him. This is not something I can control. You should know this, right?"
She paused, "And you must also know that He is a very difficult being to reject. Whoever sees Him wouldn't feel..."
"Granted by lustful spirits? Unable to extricate oneself? Obsessed and bewildered?"
He snorted coldly, grabbed her wrist, and bit the girl's index finger.
"So this is all my fault? You greedy little bastard—"
Su Cheng felt a tingling sensation spreading from his finger bones to his arms, and even half of his body seemed to be melting. He swallowed back the words he had wanted to say.
"Your Highness..."
Su Cheng said stubbornly, "You can't blame me for not resisting Him, can you? Honestly, if I were that kind of person, I wouldn't be His follower."
As she said this, she couldn't help but compare the power of the two demigods.
The person in front of him could easily ignite primitive senses - the trembling of the skin, the screaming of nerve endings, and the spasms deep in the muscles.
Even just looking at him would bring on a strong desire.
All real, intense physical reactions.
Like a surging tide, it impacts, drowns, and even paralyzes the nerves, building a paradise of happiness and sublimating it into a feeling of intoxication that makes people lose the ability to think.
The exact opposite of everything the God of Joy has given.
That kind of pleasure is completely the opposite, spreading from the ultimate spiritual enjoyment to the body.
Of course, if you think about it carefully, the power of the God of Joy is much broader, and lust is just one of its manifestations.
If it is for those who are completely indifferent to desire, His power will have more ways to influence them.
"yes--"
Lu Xia's tone became a little strange, but he didn't seem very surprised. "But I'm a little curious, how did you become His Favored One?"
Su Cheng blinked, "Don't you know? Didn't you mention the three gods before? I thought you knew?"
"I can feel His power from you—"
The deity looked a little dissatisfied. "But that doesn't mean I know what happened. I don't like reading other people's memories."
Su Cheng also didn't want the later incident to happen, so she briefly told the story, but she didn't explain in detail why Qin Jing came to find her, because that would require another story.
"...Anyway, it's an internal matter of the Church. I'm just an unlucky guy who got dragged into it. And that lunatic named Qin didn't even give me face just because I'm a person favored by God."
She thought for a moment and said, "Of course, in terms of physical strength, if he attacked me from behind without even saying hello, I would be knocked down before I could even use any strength."
Lu Xia listened with great interest, and when she said the last sentence, his eyes couldn't help but fall on her face.
He found that the girl looked quite calm when she talked about this.
"...After all, he's probably several times my age. There's nothing I can do about it, right? Even if I've been practicing every day since I was born, I still can't beat him."
Su Cheng noticed his look and couldn't help but add, "But maybe he was afraid of something or other, so he brought me directly into the domain of law. Then I guessed the rules of that thing, so I decided to disgust him. After all, he looks pretty good, not to mention that it's not real."
“Hahahahahaha——”
The God of Lust laughed after hearing this. "Then I can understand. He favors those who know how to seek and enjoy happiness. Every step of your process of breaking the domain of law has pleased Him."
Su Cheng hesitated to speak.
She couldn't help but look at the god who was entertained by her experience.
From this angle, his long, graceful neck, chin, and jaw formed a delicate triangle.
The smooth and flawless skin was constantly shaking in the open neckline, and most of the well-defined chest was exposed.
There is also a faint fragrance on his body.
It's not the kind of overly rich flavor, but the taste of ripe fruit with the skin pinched and nectar oozing out, mixed with a little fishy smell of plants, which entangles and seeps into the nasal cavity.
Then, as if it had life, it drilled into the flesh and bones along countless tiny blood vessels.
Su Cheng's body stiffened slightly, his waist and abdominal muscles were tense, his toes began to feel numb, and he subconsciously wanted to close his knees.
She was about to say something to divert attention.
Su Cheng coughed lightly, "What about you, Your Highness? What kind of person would you like, or what kind of behavior would attract your attention?"
Lu Xia glanced at her, then suddenly raised his hand and pressed down on her left leg. His hot palm was clamped between her kneecaps, dangerously pressing down on the edge of her skirt.
He lowered his head and stared at the girl in front of him. "You ask this question, do you want to be noticed by me, or do you want to avoid me?"
Su Cheng pulled the corner of his mouth, "If I wanted to avoid you, I wouldn't come to you."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's only because you have something to ask of me, otherwise you would definitely stay away from me."
Slender white fingers pressed on the hem of the skirt, fingertips traced the folds of the fabric, and stroked the orchids formed by the clusters of silver threads on the silk, the wet wine lingering in the petals.
The flower deformed under the pressure of the skirt's pleats, the silk threads wrapped into intricate patterns were soaked by the wine, and the pearls clustered around the pistil shone with water, trembling as he smoothed the hem of her skirt.
Su Cheng: "Your Highness——"
Lu Xia tilted her head. “You actually like Cesia’s as well, right?”
His fingertips rubbed the edge of the skirt's embroidery, his knuckles flexing and stretching on the silk thread that creased it.
The neatly trimmed and rounded nails, painted with light rose-red juice, exuded a mother-of-pearl luster and scraped across the silver threads blooming on the pleats of the skirt, making a slight friction sound.
"...I understand both the appearance and the personality. For someone like you, the more elevated the flower, the more you want to pick it—"
He raised his hand slightly and pressed the white beads adorning the silk stamens of the skirt. The expensive treasures shipped from a distant island were thus sunk into the soft and moist fabric.
It bounced back to its original position when he let go.
Su Cheng's breathing quickened unconsciously. "No, that's pure slander, and who am I to be--"
The voice suddenly stopped.
The pearls embellished in the orchid pattern on the skirt were wet with fruit wine, which seeped out of the fabric as it was squeezed.
His middle finger was still pressing on it, circling it gently. A thin layer of moisture formed on the surface of the pearl, like frost melted by body temperature.
The traces of wine suddenly spread out, emitting an ambiguous luster under the candlelight, spreading along the silk threads of the skirt, making the patterns on the petals deeper and brighter.
Su Cheng covered his face.
——Why did he say that she liked the God of Purity!
How can you slander her like this!
She did think the horse was nice, but that was another matter.
Su Cheng wanted to refute him, but his hand was on her leg, and his aura penetrated into her flesh and blood.
She felt as if her body had turned into a furnace, and his touch and smell, all the sensory stimulation he brought, had turned into firewood and nourishment.
Keep yourself on fire.
"As long as it doesn't touch your bottom line, as long as your life isn't in danger, you're not someone with strong desires..."
He gently rubbed the lace pattern on the hem of the skirt, watching the silver threads of the embroidery begin to tremble and the slippery wine drip down the round pearls.
"But once you're provoked, once you're attacked by someone, you'll have a very strong reaction—"
From the overturned wine glass on the table, crystal clear liquid fell drop by drop, wetting the man's slender bony fingers.
Su Cheng took a breath, "Your Highness..."
"Don't get me wrong, darling, I'm quite fond of people like you."
He said lightly, "It would be a pleasure to work with you."
Su Cheng took a deep breath, sweat dripping down his face. "Then I'm afraid... I need His Majesty the Dark God to think highly of me."
"Then go ask for you?"
"...Is it even okay to ask this? Can I become a god?"
"That might take some time," he smiled. "And I wanted to ask you last time, who gave you this curse?"
"Thank you for not asking this on the Vatican's territory," Su Cheng sighed, "You are very considerate in this respect, but I don't know. I even wondered if it came from you."
But the answer is given in the original book.
Not really.
"Of course not, I wouldn't do such a thing."
Lu Xia immediately denied it. "Besides, this thing in you is extremely difficult for humans to even influence, let alone get rid of. Now its state has changed. It seems you've found an expert, dear."
Su Cheng: “…”
She had long felt that Camus was probably not human, so she was not surprised to hear this.
Su Cheng: "You haven't seen the pattern directly, right? What's the basis for your feeling?"
He shook his head slightly. "Even though I'm not proficient in this area, I know that the aura of the Living Curse is unique. It's like a parasite... a living thing that lives on you. The easiest way to get rid of it is to rebuild your body. Well, I know many ways to do that. If you become my Favored, I can teach you."
Su Cheng frowned, "This is not for me to decide. And judging from the previous situations, if you can't choose me, it's not because I don't want to, but because I really don't have the 'trait' that you need."
The black-haired man narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a few seconds. "That's hard to say. Self-awareness is an ongoing process. Until your death, don't arbitrarily define yourself. You may not exist, but you may just not express it."
Su Cheng couldn't help but want to retort him, "For someone who was deified after his death to say this is really dramatic."
He was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously. "It seems my words weren't precise enough. Indeed, after becoming a god, my understanding of myself has been constantly updated. How about changing it to 'before the soul is completely annihilated'?"
Su Cheng: "Pfft."
She suddenly felt that this person was quite interesting.
Su Cheng thought for a moment and asked, "Can I ask you something?"
Lu Xia seemed to notice her change in mood, and the smile in his eyes deepened a little, "Hmm?"
The girl did not try to hide her feelings; her amber eyes sparkled, revealing a mixture of admiration and interest.
However--
"The people of the Holy See say that the God of Light is dealing with the threat from the Void," she asked seriously, "Do the words you said earlier represent the attitude of His Majesty the God of Darkness?"
Lu Xia: “…”
"My dear," the God of Lust said softly, "Do you like to mention others at times like this?"
Su Cheng: "…………I thought you wouldn't mind these."
He remained silent, holding the girl in his arms with one hand and reaching for the ice bucket on the coffee table with the other.
The warm fingertips sank into the half-melted ice cubes, and the tightly closed and moist ice cubes were separated, revealing the bottom of the crystal bottle with cold liquid flowing underneath.
He grasped the iron spike beside the barrel and pulled it out of the hook. The piece of metal was cold, hard and heavy, with spiral patterns densely covering its thick and long surface.
The tip of the cone flashed with a cold light, looking sharp and solid, and was still dripping with water after being wetted by ice water.
He raised his wrist, the ice cone tilted upward, and drops of water fell on the girl's scattered silk skirt.
Su Cheng's throat tightened.
The black-haired man laughed and touched the ice under the bottle with the tip of the cone, rubbing it intermittently.
"Why don't we talk about—"
He said slowly, "Do you prefer magic or fighting spirit?"
The ice block with fine frost patterns was slowly cracking, revealing its half-melted core.
The tip of the awl touched the edge, and with a light push, it sank in a few inches.
Su Cheng grabbed the strong arm around his waist, "Your Highness!"
He smiled, tightening his knuckles and increasing the force suddenly.
When the first crack opened completely, tiny ice crystals flew out and landed on her collarbone, making her shiver slightly with the cold.
He kept moving, the ice cone continued to dig inwards, the spiral lines grinding against the inner wall of the ice. Each advance was accompanied by a subtle rotation, causing the cracks to spread deeper and farther.
"Answer me."
The ice gradually softened, making a subtle, almost whimpering cracking sound under the continuous hammering.
“…Magic, right?”
Countless ice chips scattered everywhere, turning into tiny, almost transparent wafers, like star rain under the light.
For a moment, Su Cheng thought of this man's past.
——He used to be a musician and probably knows how to control rhythm very well.
Sometimes the ice cone would dig deep to break open the most stubborn ice core, and sometimes it would gently pick at it, leaving only fine cracks on the surface, allowing the ice to continue to soften and disintegrate under his torture.
The ice in the bucket groaned softly, and melted water droplets slid down the cone, soaking his fingers.
It dripped onto her skin, making her shiver with cold and tremble with heat.
Finally, he raised his hand.
The ice pick in his palm accurately pierced into the gap of the wine bottle.
The ice below had completely crumbled, shattering into countless shimmering fragments, while the meltwater had already overflowed into a stream, flowing over her ankles and soaking the edge of her skirt.
He released the icicle and the metal clanked to the ground.
The broken ice melted into spring water.
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