Chapter 70 If Line: If the World Returns to Dark Kiss
The bright moonlight permeated the entire temple, and the glittering stardust fell from the sky, diffusing into the quiet night.
The god sat high on the throne of thorns, looking down at his followers who came to pay him an audience.
This is the dark age.
As the main god in charge of the origin of darkness, his duty is to provide power to the world, listen to the voices of believers, and maintain the normal operation of the rules.
In addition, observing a seed from birth to withering, and then a new seed breaking out of the shell, as the seasons cycle, is God's only remaining hobby.
Of course, that was before.
The god of the night looked at the newcomer sitting at the last seat in the conference room, observing her actions in a trance.
She was very quiet, nodding in agreement from time to time at the conference table, but she did not join in the fights among the family members.
Pure black hair, like that of a god, cascaded down his back, gently falling over his shoulders and swaying in the gentle breeze. The god's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the swaying hair felt like brushing against his palm, bringing an unignorable itch.
She lowered her eyebrows slightly and carefully flipped through the scroll at hand, which made God wonder what was written on it that would catch her attention so closely.
The god picked up the wine glass at hand, took a sip, and when he couldn't taste the cool liquid as he should have, he looked back in surprise.
The stone cup carved from obsidian reflects a faint glow, a fusion of the smooth stone surface and the diffused stardust.
His dark pupils reflected the empty wine glass, showing a bit of daze.
It's empty without me noticing.
"This is a pet."
The lich took the poisonous insect off his head. The curious orc came up and touched it, then retracted his hand in an instant. First, his whole face wrinkled up, and soon the face, which was wrinkled with pain, began to turn purple.
He looked at the lich in horror, pointing at the lazy caterpillar with trembling fingers, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Yes, it’s poisonous!
The lich let out an "Ah" in a daze. After realizing something, he stood up quickly and hurriedly tried to save people.
The other colleagues surrounded the fainted orc and burst into laughter. The temple, which should have been quiet, suddenly became very lively.
Amidst the clamor, the god sitting high on the throne heard a faint chuckle. The sound blended into the clamor, not being very noticeable, but for the god who had always been paying attention to humans, he instantly recognized the source of the sound.
He looked up and saw a pair of black eyes that still contained a hint of smile.
Like a piece of falling moonlight.
The god clenched the wine glass in his hand, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously with the heat.
He thought that he seemed a little thirsty.
Those eyes quickly withdrew from their playfulness and regained their composure. Noticing the burning gaze, she turned her head with a hint of confusion in her expression.
She quickly regained control of her emotions and asked, "Praise our God, is there anything you need?"
The god looked at the black figure and almost subconsciously prepared to shake his head, but was quickly stopped by his reason.
No, that will not achieve the results He wants.
His palms, which were gradually getting hot, clenched tightly. The god's drooping eyelashes cast dark shadows on his eyelids, covering the lingering desire in his eyes.
The god who controls the power of love is not shy about peeking into one's emotions, nor does he like to suppress one's desires.
A burning heart was beating in his chest, and even when his eyes moved towards that figure, his heart beat even more violently, as if it wanted to break free from its restraints and go to the moonlight.
The dark god sitting on the throne looked at the human waiting for a response, nodded slightly, and a low voice sounded in her ears through divine consciousness: "I... have something to ask you."
The rising tail note is equally steady, yet inexplicably a little... seductive.
The god sitting on the throne lowered his head, looking down at everything in the world from a high position. Suddenly, he raised his bony hands and took off his scaly black mask, revealing his delicate eyebrows and eyes.
At this moment, his eyelashes drooped slightly, softening his overly sharp temperament. He sat leaning back with a decadent and lazy look, and his gaze seemed to conceal an lingering desire.
It seems to be seducing.
The calm black-haired priest paused, a trace of confusion slowly emerging in his eyes.
The god's ornate black robes were loosely opened, revealing faint traces of wheat-colored undulations. Thin silver chains dangled from his slender neck, tracing his Adam's apple, collarbone, and chest until they merged into the tightly closed black robe. More chains wrapped around his waist, clinging tightly to his abdomen without leaving any room, outlining his vibrant figure.
Full, intense, fiery.
The slightly curly long hair slid down from the chest as the god stood up, and briefly touched the cold throne. The god looked at the other party's slightly fluctuating expression, and slowly put back the hand that was about to close the collar.
He glanced sideways and said, "My priest, let's go together."
He uttered a few ambiguous words, his eyes darkening as he said, "...Let's go to Moonlight Garden, okay?"
The new priest nodded: "Okay."
Leaving the noisy temple conference room, with the refreshing night breeze blowing in her face, Chen Shuang looked at her new boss and asked, "My God, is there something wrong with my work?"
God shook his head.
He looked towards the brilliant sea of stars in the rich night and said softly, "Priest, the moonlight tonight is beautiful."
Walking on the path in the Moonlight Garden, there are flowers on both sides that are glowing with light. At the end of the path is a tall tree filled with starlight.
The wind rises, blowing down the starlight from the tree.
Chen Shuang looked up at the scenery that was rarely seen before and asked directly: "Do you have anything to say?"
With the straightforward words before him, God looked into those eyes that seemed to see through the world and smiled helplessly: "So straightforward? I originally... wanted to wait a little longer."
He reached out and twisted a strand of her black hair, gently brushing the hair behind her back, and his gaze, hotter than his breathing, depicted her bright red and plump lips.
Want to kiss.
I want the humid and hot temperament to gradually get closer, I want my breathing to become so rapid that I can't breathe, I want a more airtight hug.
The heart that had been steady for a long time began to beat violently again, and even the pulse in the palm of his hand was vibrating.
She didn't hide. Was she tacitly agreeing?
God was distracted thinking.
It turns out that all love and desire in the world are dull and boring because you haven’t met the right person.
That day, also under the starry sky, the black-haired human with surprise in his eyes turned around in astonishment. The starlight was floating all over the tree. The moment the god raised his eyes, a heartbeat similar to the one at this moment began to vibrate violently.
The warm palm stretched out to the face close at hand, passed over the ear, and gently touched the dark hair. The slightly cool touch spread through it, but did not affect the heat in the chest at all.
It feels just as good as I imagined.
"You didn't refuse." The god touched her cool hair and held her cheek lovingly, his eyes deep: "Is it because you are also shaken?"
His hot breath was close to hers: "Why don't you speak? Are you afraid to face yourself, or are you too ashamed to speak up?"
No one can resist the temptation of the god of love.
If so, it's not enough.
He held the other person's hand, his broad palm wrapped around the back of the hand, the delicate wheat color and white skin intertwined. He gently applied force and placed the hand on his chest.
The palm of the hand sank slightly into the full chest, bringing with it a scorching warmth, and a drum-like heartbeat was transmitted through the palm of the hand.
"Please listen," said Shinto, who never bothered to hide his emotions: "It beats for you."
The tall god approached, his eyelashes drooping, and within the thick blackness lay an indelible obsession: "I can..."
It seemed as if he had never uttered that word before, and even God felt a little embarrassed. He whispered it, with a hint of pleading that he didn't even notice: "...Kiss you?"
He waited quietly for a response, but the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. The God lowered his head to look at the black-haired priestess who was obviously absent-minded, and stretched out his hand to divert her gaze back.
There was a hint of shy dissatisfaction in the low voice: "I'm serious. I'm talking about something very important. Don't get distracted."
He commanded, “Don’t let your mind wander.”
He held the priest's face, and his hot breath gently hit the other's fluttering eyelashes, leaving only himself in those eyes.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down: "If you don't answer, I will..."
God held the other's cheek, his voice gradually lowering until it was completely lost in his hot breath. He slowly lowered his head and moved closer to the red lips he had been planning for so long.
"Sorry, I was just thinking."
The black priestess looked at her hand on her boss's chest. Her mind froze for a moment. She raised her head and emphasized, "This is the unspoken rule of the workplace."
She felt the violent heartbeat transmitted from the palm of her hand and moved unconsciously, leaving some red marks. When she looked up again, a layer of tears appeared in the god's eyes.
He was getting closer and closer, and pounced on him with his hot breath and heartbeat. The priest, who was a little at a loss, leaned back more and more until he almost lost his balance, and suddenly a hand appeared on his waist.
The large palm steadied her unbalanced center of gravity and pulled her back. The god kept a close but not offensive distance and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Why don't you agree to me?"
"Is it because your figure isn't perfect enough, or your face isn't pretty enough, or you don't like the environment here..."
The god pulled her hand directly over and placed it on his burning heart, accusing her: "You clearly enjoyed looking at it just now, and your heart even said you wanted to touch it."
God tempted: "Promise me, here, here, even here, you can see whatever you want and touch whatever you want."
A deep black light gathered in his eyes, and he said solemnly, "Tell me what you really think."
Chen Shuang: This guy seems to be going crazy.
Chen Shuang: Does the caterpillar's poison have a spreading effect?
Chen Shuang: What is the shortest time to change jobs now?
Chen Shuang: Why does he look like that?
god:"……"
He instantly shut down his ability to listen to his heart and continued to wait stubbornly for a response.
The silent priest gathered his words and said, "We've only known each other for a month."
God's fiery breath came close: "We will have countless days and months together."
Chen Shuang: “…”
If this guy hadn't kept his distance and didn't get any closer, she would have kicked him out.
Inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of the torn collar of the god, and saw the thin silver chain extending downward along the texture, disappearing into the invisible place. She turned her head away and coughed, erasing the image from her mind.
God looked down at himself and thought of something.
"Do you like skinny, shrunken bodies?" His delicate brows knitted in confusion, and he looked up with a look of grievance: "Even if I starve for a few days, I'll still be tall and strong."
He came closer and said: "Why do you like thin people? Priest, please change and like me."
Chen Shuang: “…”
She burst out laughing, and the god in front of her immediately lit up his eyes.
"You laughed!"
God said: "Are you ready to agree to me?"
“It’s not the same thing.”
The boss's cool filter was completely wiped out, and Chen Shuang thought with a headache: This is more difficult to deal with than those students who like to write random lyrics.
Students can still use the teaching stick to scare others, but the boss...
The priestess's excellent eyesight saw a faint red mark on the god's wheat-colored chest, which was left when her hand was brought there.
She thought a little dully.
It seems that the boss can also teach a lesson.
Wait, stop your brain.
"How is this not the same thing?"
The cold face in front of her, as if shaped by the moonlight, enlarged in front of her eyes, and her palms couldn't help but tighten.
Accurately sensing that slight hesitation, the god moved closer and closer, their warm breaths gradually becoming entangled, his voice vibrating just beside the earlobe, causing the muscles on the human's back to tense up involuntarily.
A deep voice echoed in my ears, and God said slowly: "Can I... kiss you?"
Chen Shuang took a breath: "No..."
The words she was about to speak stopped abruptly, and a warm breath fell on her lips, making her stunned for a moment. In that moment of daze, a gentle softness brushed across her lips, bringing a hot touch.
There was no resistance, and the pressure gradually increased, even bringing out some wet breath. A hot blush climbed up the god's face, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.
Chen Shuang was distractedly thinking: It turns out that gods can also be so hot.
Her rationality finally came into play and pulled her back from shock. With a light push of her palm, the tall figure in front of her was pushed away.
He was like a roe deer that just realized what he had done. He froze in place without moving. When he came to his senses, his face flushed and he opened his lips, but he stopped talking the instant he became speechless.
I did something wrong.
God did not dare to look the priest in the eye.
"I……"
Before Chen Shuang could say anything, the dark god in front of him instantly scattered into starlight, and the dazzling sea of stars poured down, enveloping humans.
He escaped.
"I'm not angry yet, why did this guy run away first?"
Shen Shuang touched her lips.
Remember to tell him next time.
The kiss is really bad.
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