Chapter 52 A terminal illness in the name of love
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[I didn't expect that the idiot Hua Rong had average emotional intelligence, but his IQ was higher than I thought.
He quickly discovered the formation and immediately took people to destroy it.
I stood on a high building, watching him busying around, calculating the time in my mind, and slowly enjoying my spoils.
No, it should be the spoils of war.
Inside the temple, our god rested one hand on his forehead and the other on his waist, looking like he was resting.
I walked forward and stood behind Him. After a while, I stretched out my hands and loosely embraced His thin figure.
Since setting up the formation, I have sneaked into the temple thousands of times, and in the darkness, with the help of a candlelight, I have depicted the face of my god.
My god sleeps peacefully and calmly. His brows are always full of vigor and vitality during the day, but at night, when he closes his eyes and relaxes, he looks a little delicate.
But I, a shameless guy, can always see some eroticism in this well-behaved sleeping posture.
"Good boy," I said.
The low and hoarse voice did not cause any ripples in the hall. The gods seemed to have never heard it and were sleeping soundly.
He had no idea that the High Priest, who was usually emotionally stable in front of him, a bit of a green tea fan but still a normal person, was now completely dominated by desire in his eyes. It was only because of his strong willpower that he did not rub his tall nose against his soft cheek.
The bright light outside the house had long since disappeared as the sun set. At some point, the candles spaced several meters apart in the hall began to light up one after another.
Under the flickering and hazy lights, the atmosphere began to gradually become ambiguous and intimate.
Zhu Qing reached out, and his slender hands with a few thin calluses gently pinched the soft flesh on the god's cheek.
Zhu Qing used very light force, but even so, two depressions were still pinched on her smooth and white cheeks, making her look pitiful and cute.
The god's soft lips opened like a little fish blowing bubbles. Zhu Qing was dizzy. Like a fish that had just come ashore and was trapped in a dry sea, he couldn't help but move forward, wanting to grab some water from his own kind, or rather, life.
He knew more clearly than ever what he wanted to do. He wanted to kiss the gods and blaspheme them.
The moment Zhu Qing touched her, the soft touch reached his brain, and he couldn't help but think of the kiss that had never been mentioned until now.
That was his first kiss with the god. Although the god has never acknowledged it to this day, Zhu Qing still misses it.
The entanglement between lips and tongues was more intense than that kiss, and the subtle sound of water surrounded Zhu Qing's ears.
Zhu Qing thought that he would never forget this moment.
It took a long time, until the god's lips became red and hot, and his lips were a little swollen, and Zhu Qing reluctantly withdrew.
I looked at the peaceful face of my god, gritted my teeth, and felt very uncomfortable.
I suddenly thought of a dog that was raised in the priest's temple. Because its mother died, the dog was taken back to the priest's temple by the young priests of the priest's temple.
After living in the priest's temple for a while, the puppy started teething and started looking for bones to chew on. At that time, I looked at the dog and thought it was just a fun thing. I thought I would share it with my God when He came to the world.
Unfortunately, I forgot about this incident because I had too many things to do later.
Now that I think about it, it’s a good thing that I didn’t share this matter with my God. Otherwise, if my God knew that I was just like that puppy and wanted to kiss Him so reluctantly, I’m afraid he would laugh at me again.
I hugged my god, gently turned his head over and placed it on my shoulder, feeling the breath and rhythm from my god through my clothes.
But my eyes were always fixed on my god's sealed lips. There was a faint luster on those rosy lips, and only I knew that it was water stains.
I swallowed, trying to divert my attention, and turned to look at the incense burner beside me. The slowly rising smoke brought a faint warmth, instantly making the originally somewhat empty hall steaming hot.
The incense burner contains spices that I personally mixed, which are most loved by my god. So even though there are two extremely rare ingredients, the Temple of Priests took the trouble to find and preserve a lot of them, just for fear that one day, when my god wants them, they will be gone.
In addition to this spice, I have recently been developing a spice that is close to the fragrance of my god.
Unfortunately, I am stupid by nature and always take the wrong path at the most critical moment. I can only give up everything and start over again. If my God is willing to cooperate with me, then I will definitely make rapid progress.
It’s a pity that my God is too shy. Every time I mention this kind of thing, He will interrupt me in advance, fearing that I will make an invitation.
My God... My God...
I thought too much about Wushen. I said it was to divert my attention, but in fact I had never forgotten that kiss.
I skillfully moved my hand around to the front of my god, pinched his slender neck, and slid along his clothes to his hand exposed outside the sleeve.
It was this pair of slender, long, and powerful hands that brought me back to the temple when I was young, put a golden crown on my head at the altar, and followed its owner thousands of times, appearing in my dreams...
"I want to kiss you again."
A sleeping person naturally cannot respond.
"My God, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent..."
As I spoke, I slowly raised my god's hand and brought it to my lips.
Kiss this hand devoutly, again and again.
I know, this is wrong.
We should be respectful and dignified towards God, always remain rational in His presence, and abandon all distractions, whether love or desire.
I suddenly understood why lust became a disease that people passed down from mouth to mouth when the gods first appeared in the world.
Throughout the development of humankind, there have been countless amazing and brilliant people, and without exception, they all fell in love with gods.
A long time ago, there was a rumor in the mortal world that only those who devoted everything to the gods would have the opportunity to become leaders in a certain field and be remembered by history.
Later, painters, musicians and other artists who appeared every few hundred years were all devout believers of the gods, so this rumor spread widely.
Later, Priest Shu Yue promoted many well-known artists, and this rumor was proven true over time and gradually disappeared from people's mouths.
Now I think that it must be because those who fell in love with gods were too painful, and this pain supported them to devote their entire lives to the field they were good at, which is why one world-famous person after another appeared.
Lust is a disease, a terminal illness. This rumor was refuted by God as soon as it appeared.
But even so, those devout believers still think that lust is a disease, the most difficult to cure, or even completely impossible to cure, disease in the world.
All those who suffer from this disease, either with the occasional mercy of God, or like dead trees, morbidly look forward to the next meeting.
Or, following the cruel departure of the gods, one passes away resolutely, filled with grief, anger, and despair.]
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