Chapter 21 It was a kiss, I think
The article [Calling a Stag a Horse] ended abruptly here, and the comments below the post were all praising her.
"Woo woo woo, pretty cat, the name 'big cat' really fits the character. My Zhuqing is just a tsundere and pretty kitten who wants to monopolize her owner's attention!"
"What's a kitten's scheming? Is that scheming? That's clearly love!"
"No, do those idiots understand CP? Do they understand how to eat this candy? If not, get out of the way. I'll do it!"
"Ahhh, as a cat lover, I can only say that Hart is very soft. I thought Zhuqing was particularly to my liking before, but I didn't know why at the time. After the poster said this, I instantly understood. It turns out that it looks so much like a cat that I fell in love with it right away."
Jiang Yang was reading the article "Calling a Stag a Horse" and couldn't help but laugh as he imagined the God of Light in cat form.
How should I put it? Jiang Yang was actually looking forward to it.
Although she was looking forward to it, she saw many viewers urging for more updates under the post of [Pointing to a Deer and Calling it a Horse], and many people also used [Pointing to a Deer and Calling it a Horse]'s diligence to "blame" Jiang Yang.
"[Pointing at a Stag Calling a Horse] is indeed a famous secondary creator. With her writing speed, it's only been about ten minutes since she posted, and she's already written two to three thousand words. Unlike a certain writer, who took seven or eight days to write a piece of only 10,000 to 20,000 words from the beginning to now, and even stopped updating for a few days in between. It really made me die waiting!"
"That's right, you've been writing for so long, and you still haven't written the finale? Although we should care about the author, you shouldn't rest either."
"Has the author written a novel before? Has he ever been urged to update? When writing in a live broadcast room, he's not afraid of being urged at all. Just saying a few words will be pushed to the top of the live broadcast room's barrage..."
"That's right, there's not even a live broadcast replay. Those who joined the game a little later have to beg for a replay. I haven't had a full night's sleep these past few days just to get a complete replay of the live broadcast."
"Oh my god, who would have thought that one day we would be reading a novel in a livestream? If the host hadn't written it so well, I would never have gotten into it!"
"Damn it, the live broadcast ended halfway through today. I really want to know what that warmth on the lips was. Could it be a kiss? I'm so excited..."
"The people upstairs are so bold! So bold!"
Jiang Yang looked at the post with a frown on his face as it gradually turned into a post urging for more updates because of these comments. In the end, he could only reluctantly sit in front of the computer and start his writing career again today.
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When I woke up again, what caught my eye was a glowing white wall.
I heard the little priest's panicked cry beside me. It seemed that he had been waiting for me to wake up on someone's instructions.
As soon as he saw me open my eyes, he trotted out. His anxious figure made people feel excited.
I knew clearly that God would not order him to look after a blasphemous sinner like me, but I still wishfully hoped that maybe.
What if? What if He relents? What if He doesn't feel completely indifferent to me?
I recalled the warmth I felt on my lips before I lost consciousness. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the temperature was hot or cold. I just felt my heart beating up and down.
After a long time, a group of people followed the panicked little priest and walked into the bedroom with expressionless faces.
I looked at the leader, and my heart, which had been holding on to some illusions, instantly fell to the bottom.
Not Him...why not Him?
"What's the punishment?" I asked.
I know very well that the priest's temple is a place where punishment is lenient, and secular laws have never meant anything to priests.
Also, because our God has always disliked strict laws, over time, the harsh punishments in the priest's temple were also abolished.
However, many punishments in the temple were abolished, except for blasphemy.
Blasphemy was the most severe punishment for a priest.
Compared with the punishment for blasphemy, pulling out tendons and skinning is nothing.
I have been prepared for this for a long time.
The leading high priest said, "You are awake."
I looked into the high priest's eyes, trying to find out something, but all I got was peace.
If He really had given an order, even if it was to execute me, the high priest would definitely not be as calm as he is now.
Unless, from beginning to end, that person never talked about me.
Maybe everything I did before was just a joke in that person's eyes, and jokes don't deserve to be mentioned.
When I think of this possibility, I can't help but laugh out loud.
After a long time, my face felt wet and cold. I raised my hand and suddenly realized that my tears had choked out of my eyes due to the overly intense movement.
The high priest looked at me as if he saw a naughty child, and his calm face finally revealed an angry smile after hearing my laughter.
"My God trusts you, so he allows you to take full charge of the construction of the temple. How could you rely on my God's trust and commit such a heinous mistake?"
The high priest was worthy of being the high priest. Even his tone when scolding was calm, which made me want to laugh.
Seeing that I remained silent, the high priest seemed to have become even angrier in his words.
"My God doesn't want to say more. He just sent you back to the Priest's Palace. But that doesn't mean you won't be punished for doing this."
He frowned at me, sighed deeply, and said, "My God is merciful. He has not punished you, nor has he said that you will be stripped of your position as High Priest. However, from now on, you may no longer approach my presence."
The high priest gave me a deep look and said, "You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the punishment of living."
"Thirty strokes of the cane, ten strokes a day, to be administered personally by the Director of the Punishment Department. This must be completed within three days, without delay."
"From now on, every ten days, you will be punished by being confined to a dark room for three days. This will continue for years until the day you die."
I heard this and looked at the high priest.
Such a severe punishment does not mean that He is very angry.
After decreeing the punishment, would He say a few more words to the high priest?
Even if it’s just two sentences, I want to know what He said.
"What did my God say?" I couldn't wait to ask, constantly wondering what He would say.
The high priest walked away without even looking back, as if I were talking nonsense.
The punishment for the high priest was actually not that severe. In the past, priests who made mistakes in the priest's temple would be confined in a dark room for several days.
Even if the thirty strokes of the cane were added, it would only be half death.
A darkroom, as the name suggests, is a small room that is so dark that no sunlight can be seen. It is so narrow and cramped that it makes people feel breathless for no reason.
In fact, the darkroom is designed to cause mental oppression to people.
In the narrow room, in the silence and darkness, the only sound is your breathing. You will feel suffocated if you stay in it for a while, not to mention the consequences after staying there for a few days.
When I first took over as the red priest, I also came into contact with several people who came out of the dark room. They all hated the dark room very much.
That was because I was still young and had the reputation of being favored by God. Although I tried to keep a low profile, I could not hide my arrogance and prejudice.
I just thought, since I have served my God devoutly all my life, I will never go in no matter what.
Unexpectedly, after many years, I finally walked into the dark room.
I never expected that I would be accompanied by a dark room for the rest of my life.
When I am in a dark room, I often think of my God.
From the divine descent in the dream at the beginning, to the daily companionship later on, it all ended up with the warmth on the lips at parting.
As time goes by, the warm touch slowly ferments into a heat that is enough to burn people's hearts.
I thought, I must be crazy, to have imagined that it was a kiss.
A kiss from a god.】
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