Chapter 101 Bandaging
"My Lord High Priest? Does His Majesty the God of Light still remember that he is a counterfeit product? Does he so naturally acknowledge that His Majesty the Moon Goddess is your High Priest?"
"Your little thoughts are almost exposing your love for Her Majesty the Moon God. Are you still unwilling to admit your selfish desires?"
"I long so much for Your Majesty the Moon Goddess to bathe in the sunshine. Oh, sunshine, have you forgotten what kind of god you are, Your Majesty the God of Light?"
"When you were stabbed by the Flowing Light Sword, your first reaction was to not disturb Her Majesty the Moon Goddess, otherwise it would be difficult to explain. Then, regardless of your serious injuries, you simply packed up and went to keep an appointment that was not made between you and the Moon Goddess. Why is this? Don't you feel anything at all?"
"Damn it! Did the God of Light intend to do something cruel to my future self from the very beginning? He killed me before I could even react?"
"They acted decisively, killing one thousand enemies but losing eight hundred of their own..."
"I suddenly understand the comment that sister mentioned earlier. The God of Light doesn't care about destroying the world at all. Otherwise, with his fighting method, how could he have such a smooth journey when destroying the world?"
"You're just jealous, aren't you, Your Majesty the God of Light? His mood has changed drastically since his future self appeared."
"He struck with ruthlessness, intent on killing the opponent. Every move he made showed contempt for his future self. Throwing the handkerchief in his face clearly showed his attitude."
"And looking at the last words of the God of Light, I feel like there's another reason he killed his future self: he wanted to respond to Jiang Yang on his behalf..."
"I can smell the strong sour smell even from outside the screen. Yet, His Majesty the God of Light refuses to admit it. He's so stubborn and arrogant."
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[The next day, in front of everyone, I cooperated with Jiang Yang to complete a divine descent.
Jiang Yang is a very smart person. Once he seizes an opportunity, he will never give up.
Just one divine descent is enough to make her invincible.
She quickly established absolute prestige among her followers, turning those who had previously doubted her into her loyal followers.
I looked at the believers kneeling before the statue, and in a trance I thought that they were not kneeling to the God of the Underworld, but to Jiang Yang.
After the sacrifice, Jiang Yang returned to his bedroom to wash and rest. I stood outside the door for a long time, looking at the flickering candlelight in the hall.
The next second, Jiang Yang opened the palace door from the inside, "Come in."
I turned around and followed Jiang Yang into the hall. Before I could say anything, what caught my eye was Jiang Yang holding a tray of bottles and jars, which looked like medicine for wounds.
Jiang Yang forcefully pushed me down on the bed, and my clothes on my chest were quickly ripped open, revealing the wound that had not yet been treated with medicine.
Jiang Yang was stunned for two seconds, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. I noticed that her eyes lingered on my chest for a moment, and then fell to the wound.
She must really like my figure. I wonder if the high priest who lured her down to earth also has such a good figure...
Jiang Yang found what she wanted among the black and white porcelain bottles, uncorked them and poured the powder onto my wound.
Her cold fingers slid across my lower abdomen, and the soft touch was transmitted to my brain the moment it touched my skin. I subconsciously wanted to get closer and seek more, but reason told me to dodge away.
Seeing me dodging, Jiang Yang seemed to think that he had hurt me, so he blew a light breath and moved his hands a little lighter.
She softened her voice a bit like she was coaxing a child, "Don't move. It might hurt a little, but this is good medicine. It hurts because it's strong. Just bear with it."
"You really don't know how to take care of yourself at all. You didn't even bother bandaging such a deep wound. Even if you were a god and couldn't die, you would still feel pain, right?"
When I listened to her voice, I actually felt a sense of being wronged.
I'm not afraid of the medicine at all, I'm clearly afraid that the fingers applying the medicine will upset my heartstrings.
But how could I say it? I only had time to defend myself: "I took medicine."
Jiang Yang lowered his head and applied the medicine carefully. He chuckled when he heard this, "Can I stop bandaging it after taking the medicine?"
"Your injuries are obviously external. What's the point of just taking medicine? Even if you are a god, you should learn some modern treatment methods."
I lowered my head and looked at her serious profile, listening to her endless questions. Suddenly, I understood why my future self became a chatterbox in front of Jiang Yang. There was a high probability that I learned it from Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang finished bandaging, wrapped a few rounds of gauze around my lower abdomen, and then playfully tied a bow on it.
I didn't care about these things. I just saw Jiang Yang staring at the bow with a smile in her eyes, as if she was looking forward to my reaction.
I pulled the bow casually, and Jiang Yang stopped me the next second, not forgetting to warn me not to take it off.
"How do you know I'm injured?" I asked casually after tidying up the clothes that Jiang Yang had just taken off.
I know that Jiang Yang has a keen sense of smell. Even after being reincarnated as a mortal, his sense of smell is still keen.
So in order to avoid being discovered by Jiang Yang, I not only changed my clothes before coming here, but also covered the bloody smell from my wound with magic grass. Logically, there is no way Jiang Yang would have discovered it.
But just now, Jiang Yang directly ripped off my clothes without asking any questions, as if he was very sure that I was injured.
Jiang Yang put down the half-packed medicine, turned around and stared at my face unhappily, without saying a word for a long time.
I raised my hand to touch my face and asked uncertainly, "Is there something on my face that's exposed?"
Jiang Yang suddenly took two steps forward, held my face with both hands, and then rubbed the corner of my eye with his right thumb. The forceful movement made the corner of my eye slightly warm.
Jiang Yang stretched out his thumb, and what caught his eye was the somewhat dried bloodstain.
This should be what she wiped from the corner of my eye. I think it must have been accidentally splashed when I killed the god.
This is really troublesome. Since the space-time rift won't leave corpses, why can't we take away the blood as well?
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