Chapter 56 Dirty Fantasy
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[The temple was silent late at night, except for a rustling sound coming from the bed inside the temple.
I carried my god to the bed, intending to let him have a peaceful sleep, but after putting him on the bed, my eyes couldn't help but linger on my god's rosy lips.
The swollen lip beads showed the torture the owner of this body had suffered before, but now, as the culprit, I still couldn't control my desire.
I have to admit, I have some terrible and obscene fantasies about my god.
If these fantasies were exposed to the public and discovered by my god's followers, I'm afraid they would cut me into pieces...
I stood beside the bed, staring at the lips that had been haunting me. My body had already regained its composure, and like a cheetah hunting, I approached my god cautiously and silently.
As my face got closer and closer to my god's, I could feel the breath he exhaled, the warmth of his skin through the air, and his curled eyelashes fluttering slightly like the wings of a newborn butterfly.
So beautiful, I love it...
The next second, a slap with the fragrance of my god broke through the silent air and hit my face. When the slap landed on my face, the first thing I smelled was the fragrance of my god's hand, followed by a burning pain.
A loud "bang" broke the quiet atmosphere in the hall.
A familiar pain came from my face, and my brain seemed to be still asleep. My drowsy attention was all focused on the white and soft hand that my god had just waved over.
It's so soft and fragrant, a scent that I haven't been able to come up with in all my years of perfumery. It's as reassuring as ever.
My God looked at me standing there in a daze. He was stunned at first, and then seemed to be afraid that I would do something inappropriate again. He reached out and pushed me down on the bed, picked up the ribbon beside him, and tied me up skillfully.
I looked at my god pressing down on me, and my hair hanging down from my temples when he lowered his head to tie me up. I was panicked for a moment.
I seem to have seen this scene somewhere before...
Before I could think deeply, my god tied a knot on my wrist. At the last moment of exerting force, the ribbon dug deep into my flesh, and the slight pain awakened my mind.
I laughed and said, "This ribbon wasn't there when I came this morning. When did you put it next to the bed?"
My god rolled his eyes at me, fumbled around the bed, pulled out another ribbon, and bent down to tie his legs and feet.
"If you knew, would these two ribbons still be there?"
"Of course I hid it while you were away."
I smiled. My God has never left the temple, so who gave me these two ribbons? And did that person know the truth behind my God's refusal to leave the temple?
"Tie it tightly," I instructed. "How long did you practice before I came?"
Upon hearing this, my God rolled his eyes at me and said nothing, but I could feel that the movements of His hands became a little heavier.
Everything was ready. My God clapped his hands, stood beside the bed with his hands on his hips, and looked down at me with a scrutinizing look on his face.
After a long while, Wushen smiled complacently and said, "Now we can have a good talk."
I raised my eyebrows and subconsciously resisted what my god wanted to say next.
"I want to talk to my god all the time, so why bother my god with this method?"
I raised my hands and motioned for my god to look at the ribbon in my hand.
My God's face instantly turned cold, and he raised his hand to push me back when I wanted to stand up.
My God said coldly, "Don't talk, just listen to me."
I lay in bed, knowing that my God was serious this time.
At this moment, I am like a prisoner waiting for the death sentence. I know what the result will be, but I still want to get the final verdict so that I can give up.
My God has always been a straightforward person, and he can get to the point in just a few words.
"You should have sensed it yourself. You are the person in the portrait."
I have heard that no matter whether it is a statue or a taboo, as long as it is an object related to the true God, it can be sensed by God.
My ordinary first half of life was suddenly shattered after the appearance of that painting.
When I see that painting, I can sense the emotions of the painter, and that feeling is amazing.
When I saw the painting in Hua Rong's hands, I felt something was wrong.
After I took the painting from Hua Rong, this feeling became stronger and stronger, so strong that I felt a little uneasy.
The person in the portrait is me, I am sure but not sure.
——I am Chongli, the God of Light.
"You are Chongli, the God of Light."
"Earlier, due to a meeting, you and I, no, it should be many gods, made a bet."
I looked at my god and said word by word, "I bet on whether my attitude towards the human species will change after I reincarnate as a human."
I saw the surprised look on my God's face, as if he didn't expect that I would know about this bet that no other human knew except God.
But the next second I heard my god ask in surprise: "How do you know what I am going to say?"
In such a serious occasion, I suddenly wanted to laugh.
"That's not right. When you came down, to ensure fairness, the gods and I checked your entire body and suppressed your magical powers. Logically, you shouldn't have the ability to read minds now."
My God said this, reaching out to pull off the clothes in front of me, with an expression that said I was definitely cheating on something.
The thought of being naked in front of my God, even just my chest, made my heart skip a beat. Even without looking in the mirror, I knew that I must be blushing.
I dodged left and right, twisting my body, wishing I could use everything I had learned in my life at this moment.
But obviously, my god was more powerful. Soon my resistance was suppressed forcefully. Like a fish to be slaughtered, I was stripped clean by my god.
My God didn't find anything. I saw His puzzled expression, and the shyness he had felt before faded a little.
"I guessed it," I said softly, which resolved my god's doubts.
I thought this explanation was outrageous and was about to explain it in detail when I heard Wushen let out a long sigh, "That's right, you've always been smart, so it's not surprising that you can see that."
My god quickly accepted this explanation, and all my other explanations were kept in my stomach.
How should I explain it? What can I explain?
How can I explain that I was born with knowledge and that I clearly have never read any books, yet I know a lot of information that is kept secret from everyone except God?
Or does it mean that I sensed something strange about the statue I stole from the Temple of Light?
I can deceive many people, but I cannot deceive my God, and I don’t want to deceive Him.
I have terrible and obscene fantasies about Him, but I also have an unbearable reverence for Him.
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