Chapter 87 Wedding
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[Unlike the mortal world, the divine realm has no four seasons and no cloudy or rainy days.
After all, as long as the gods are willing, they can turn a sunny day into a rainy day at any time with a spell.
In the beginning, there were gods who could change the weather, but as time went on, the gods became bored with this ability and no longer cared about the weather. From then on, the gods' world was always sunny.
There is no distinction between auspicious days and inauspicious days in the divine world. After tens of thousands of years, the gods have begun to blur the lines of time.
It just so happened that the God of Light, Chongli, came down to the mortal world and began to learn the mortal world's procedures for weddings and funerals, refusing to miss a single step, even the selection of an auspicious day.
However, unlike praying to gods in the mortal world, the God of Light went directly to the God of Wisdom and asked him for a good day.
However, it is said that it is a good day calculated by the God of Wisdom. According to the God of Wisdom himself, the so-called good day is just a day she picked at random.
No matter what, the first wedding in the divine world finally began.
I watched Chongli standing on the back of the crane and coming towards me. His usually cold and hard face now held a hint of tenderness.
In the auditorium covered with bright red, the gods sat in their seats, it was very lively.
Mother Earth, the best man at the wedding, shouted loudly, "Bow to Heaven and Earth!"
Chongli and I turned around and knelt down to worship heaven and earth.
Mother Earth: "Bow to your parents!"
Chongli and I have no parents, and right in front of us, where we should be worshipping our parents, is a portrait of the Heavenly Dao.
In the portrait, the way of heaven is an image of clouds and mist, which was hastily created by Mother Earth two days ago.
None of us have ever seen what the Way of Heaven looks like, so it is hard for Mother Earth to think of using clouds to represent the Way of Heaven.
Mother Earth: "Husband and wife bow to each other!"
Chongli was about to bow, but I pulled the red silk between him and me, stopping him.
I looked around. Every detail of the auditorium was exquisite, from the portrait of Tiandao standing in for my parents to the wedding dress I was wearing that took so much effort from the Goddess of Night.
"You've put a lot of effort into marrying me."
Hearing this, all the gods looked towards me.
Mother Earth whispered, "What I said before about helping you escape your marriage was just a joke. Don't take it seriously. We haven't prepared anything!"
I ignored him and heard him whisper into my head, "If you really want to run, ride the crane you came on. I asked the God of Time, and that crane is the fastest of all the cranes!"
I turned around and gave Mother Earth a soothing look, then looked back at the God of Light, Chongli.
At a wedding like this, it shouldn't be me, and it definitely won't be me, who is the god running away.
"You don't want to marry?" Chong Li's eyes dimmed. "If you don't want to, why did you agree in the first place?"
I looked into Chongli's lost eyes. Those eyes felt so familiar to me. I had lived with the owner of these eyes for more than ten years.
A dozen years may seem like a long time to a mortal with a lifespan of only a hundred years, but to a god who has lived for tens of thousands of years, it is just a blink of an eye.
But I have forgotten tens of thousands of years, and I remember all the details of those ten years clearly.
Looking back on my memory, it seems that all the happy years happened in those ten years.
I remember so clearly the person who brought me all the happiness. I thought I would never forget him in my life and would never admit my mistake.
But the facts tell me that I was wrong.
I turned my head away, unwilling to look into those eyes that broke my heart.
But Chongli insisted on getting an answer and would not let me escape at all.
He pulled me into his arms, held my face in his hands, and stared at me with his eyes.
I could feel his hands trembling slightly. Was it from anger or sadness? I didn't know.
All I know is that at this moment, we are so close that I can see the small shadows under his eyelids where his curled eyelashes block the light.
He was so close that I could see his sinisterness and extremism in his deep pupils. Seeing him from this distance was indeed different from seeing Zhu Qing.
I have never felt any sense of oppression from Zhu Qing, but the oppressive feeling he gave me even made me subconsciously take precautions.
I met Chongli's gaze, my hands behind my back tightly gripping a dagger.
I slowly said, "I agreed because I am willing to marry."
"But I want to marry the mortal Zhu Qing, not some bullshit God of Light Chong Li."
Chong Li's face turned pale at first, and then his brows furrowed, "I am Zhu Qing."
When I heard Chongli's words, anger suddenly rose in my heart and burned my entire chest.
I moved quickly, and the dagger in my hand was against Chongli's chest the moment I finished speaking.
A blinding white light flashed, and my probing attack was blocked by the Light God's innate magical weapon, the Flowing Light Sword.
When the gods were first born, they had no magic weapons except the magic stones that followed them.
Because that piece of sacred stone accompanied the birth of the gods, it has the deepest connection with the gods. After practicing the refining method, many gods will choose to remove a part of the sacred stone to make their own natal magic weapon.
Because of the blessing of the magic stone, when the god himself is in danger, the natal magic weapon will automatically protect the master.
I discovered this by accident before.
As everyone knows, the natal magic weapon of the God of Light Chongli is called Liuguang, which is a three-foot-long sword with a green color all over.
All my guesses were confirmed. If the one standing in front of me was not the God of Light himself, how could the Flowing Light Sword appear?
I sneered: "At this point, are you still going to pretend to be him?"
During this period of time, I observed him for a long time and finally came to the conclusion that he was not Zhu Qing.
Later, I thought again, if he was not Zhu Qing, then where did the real Zhu Qing go?
Did he disappear from this world long ago, or was he integrated into Chongli's soul and became a part of the so-called God of Light Chongli?
If this is true, then the last words he heard before his death were not the heartless words of "I don't love you"?
What was my Zhu Qing's mood when he was killed by me?
Just thinking about it makes me heartbroken.
And I was so stupid that I was deceived by Chongli for so long.
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