Chapter 45 She Loves It So Much
Jiang Yang watched the heated discussions in the barrage, some of which were more emotionally engaging than she had previously imagined.
She quickly took out her notebook and found the parts that interested her one by one, preparing to use them as material for her future novel.
Chongming saw that Jiang Yang was busy, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not tell him about the God of Light.
Jiang Yang has always been impatient. If she knew that the God of Light had come to her door, she would probably run away overnight.
But the God of Light is no pushover. With the assistance of the Temple of Light, Jiang Yang would probably be caught before he could even run out of the city gate.
Instead of doing this, it would be better to keep it a secret and find out the purpose of the God of Light before making any plans.
Jiang Yang took a brief rest and started fighting again under the urging of the barrage.
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[I was a loner when I was young and read many books in the library.
The books in the library in the priest's hall are as vast as the sea, and the civilization accumulated over centuries is stored here quietly.
They were covered in dust and buried in this ordinary place, like pearls covered in dust, making it impossible to see a single glimpse of the light that once illuminated the world.
In my unknown youth, all the books here were my teachers.
It can be said that all the means I used later could be traced back to these books.
Wielding power is something I am very familiar with.
Although everyone in the priest's temple believed in the same god, they were not really working together.
Facing foreign enemies, they united as one, and every raindrop could gather into a huge wave in an instant.
But in the absence of external enemies, people's own little thoughts are exposed.
Although the priest's temple looked indestructible on the outside, in fact, it could be shattered in an instant by a gust of wind or a spark.
I will naturally provide this breeze and a spark for the priest's temple.
Three days later, the priest's temple became chaotic just as I expected.
As planned, I quietly imprisoned the other high priests.
Only Hua Rong knows too much...I need to send him away.
This is easy to deal with. Even if he doesn't believe in me, he will definitely believe in my God.
But I didn't expect that Hua Rong was more sensitive than I thought.
What was even more unexpected was that Hua Rong would sneak into the temple at night.
Looking at Hua Rong who pushed the door open from outside the temple, I don’t know how much he heard outside, but this person can’t be kept any longer.
Late at night, Wu Zhao trespassed into the temple...
This one charge alone was enough to ensure his return.
I made up my mind, but pretended to be innocent in front of my God.
"We'll talk later."
Hua Rong seemed to have noticed something and started fighting with me.
Very good, beating the officiating priest without reason is a serious crime. Even if I beat him to death on the spot, no one will suspect anything.
Thinking about this, I kept exerting force on the hand that was pinching Hua Rong. I saw Hua Rong's face getting redder and redder, and the movements of his hand became smaller and smaller.
In just a moment, he would become a cold corpse, and those secrets would disappear completely with his passing...
The strength in my hands gradually increased, and just when Hua Rong was about to lose his life, my god took action to stop me.
"That's enough. He's just a small priest. I was the one who asked him to spread the word before. If you want to blame someone, blame me!"
As soon as I heard it, I knew that my God suspected that I was taking revenge on my own.
How could I be that kind of person?
My heart was hurt and my hands relaxed, and the situation on the scene completely reversed in the next second. Hua Rong held my vital points and I was in a completely disadvantageous position.
"My God..." I heard my weak voice, and my face looked up at my God weakly, my eyes full of desire.
After a long moment, I trembled and uttered two words with deep emotion: "Save me."
Upon hearing this, Hua Rong moved his hands more forcefully. A burning pain came from his throat, and the air he could breathe became thinner and thinner.
I could feel the cold sweat on my forehead running down my temples. Even without looking in the mirror, I knew that my face must be very pale.
My body's desire to survive made me raise my hands continuously, but under the suppression of reason, they fell down tremblingly.
Hua Rong seemed to have noticed my movements, and he tightened his grip and said sternly, "Behave yourself!"
idiot.
I wondered why I would regard this idiot Hua Rong as my competitor?
Apart from being more perceptive in certain matters, he has no schemes or plans of his own.
Just like now, he doesn't know that my God doesn't want to see the two of us killing each other.
Whether before or now, the anger in my God's heart is growing, but the target has changed.
Before, I wanted to kill Hua Rong, and my god was angry. Now, on the contrary, Hua Rong wants to kill me, and my god will naturally not turn a blind eye.
It is also possible that the anger that my god had towards me was invisibly transferred to Hua Rong.
Hua Rong was completely unaware of such important information.
Just as he didn't realize that I was deliberately showing weakness, which allowed him to strangle me.
Otherwise, with his thin body, he couldn't even touch my neck.
Soon, my body could no longer hold on.
But so what? The more miserable I am, the more my god hates Huarong.
I can already imagine Huarong's future situation.
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My vision was blurry due to lack of oxygen.
My God stood in front of me, and I tried hard to observe his expression.
"Let him go." I heard my god say so.
No one would notice that the corners of my mouth were slightly raised.
I won again.
Hua Rong was very angry. Although he released his hands from my neck, he pushed hard on my waist with his hands.
I fell to the ground, my throat dry and sore from being restrained for so long.
The whipping on my back had not yet completely healed, and when I fell to the ground, I did not release the force, and my back hit the smooth and hard ground hard.
The burning pain in the back, the warm current in the waist, and the smell of rust at the tip of the nose all indicate the fact that the wound is torn.
I lay on the ground, looking at my god in embarrassment.
One hand wanted to touch the wound on my back but then carefully withdrew it, tears welling up in my eyes. I knew that although my God didn't say it, he actually couldn't bear to see me like this.
Hua Rong continued to boast, "Everything you have was given by my God, including wealth and power. Ask yourself, if it weren't for my God, would you be able to be the high priest respected by everyone?"
"How dare you treat my god like this, Zhu Qing? Aren't you afraid of retribution someday?!"
When Hua Rong said this, he was filled with indignation, as if he was the one who was betrayed.
But Hua Rong was wrong about one thing. Not only wealth and power, but also name and life were given to me by my God!
Even so, in this hall, in this play, as a character in the play, what I am most concerned about is the thoughts of the audience below the stage.
Hua Rong said a lot, and I listened to it roughly. It was nothing more than some curses and his own personal opinions.
He thought I couldn't see that those words were constantly comparing me with him, and using my badness to highlight his own goodness.
He is recommending himself to our God.
I have long seen through this little trick. 】
——Small Theater
Hua Rong pointed at Zhu Qingmao's gear and said, "This, this, this, everything on your body was given to you by my God!"
He intended to embarrass Zhu Qing Maomao, but he never expected that upon hearing his words, Maomao would proudly raise her head and show the gold necklace on her neck, which was as thick as a gas tank, as completely as possible to Hua Rong.
Then he said with pride: "Not only these, but also these, these, every part of my body was given by the master!"
Hua Rong widened his eyes and finally fled in panic.
The victorious Zhuqing cat used his little claws to poke the golden bell beside him. The kitten had no sense of shame. The kitten just felt that his owner loved him very much, very much!
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