Chapter 62 Skin Hunger

As the existence of "Fu Jiao" disappeared directly from the time river, the past of this universe was also subtly modified.

For example, there has never been a resident with black hair and golden eyes in the temple.

In order to make up for the inevitable bugs caused by the vacancy, the temple was opened to the public a month ago during the tampered time.

When Deng Baoying, dressed neatly and barely filled up, drove the private airship directly to the door of the temple steadily, the guards on both sides were dispersing the endless crowd.

The time for the temple to be open to the public has come.

Maybe because today is the weekend, or maybe because of other reasons. There are a lot of people visiting the temple today. This place, which has always been regarded as a humanities and science place similar to a museum, was unusually noisy and even attracted the attention of the news media.

There were also teachers from nearby schools holding small red flags and leading the quacking cubs out.

"Yes, the school specially organized a visit here today..." When facing the interview, the young teacher said, "Speaking of which, I suddenly felt today that I should let the children understand the old mythological knowledge. It sounds quite strange, haha."

"Yes, yes, me too. I don't know why, but I am particularly interested in the temple today, and I feel particularly energetic as soon as I enter... Maybe there is really a god above our heads protecting us?"

The couple on the other side interrupted with a smile, speaking in a cheerful tone.

The crowds of people swarmed toward the outside of the temple. The small cleaning robot went into the temple against the flow of people and prepared to start cleaning.

When the black airship landed at the designated entrance, the guards of the temple bowed and opened the main hall door that was not open to the public for him.

His throat seemed to be tightened by invisible hands in an instant, and he was so nervous that he almost suffocated. As the presence of the gods became stronger and stronger, the shadow of the lamp that had turned into a follower even had indescribable changes in his physiology. His lower abdomen seemed to be tense and burning, and his heart was beating very fast.

The griffon didn't know what he was nervous about. He just took a deep breath quietly and strode towards the main hall behind the marble fountain and garden.

...The first thing that sounded was the singing.

The song, which seemed to come from the other side of the world, was floating out from every crack of the snow-white temple like water. It was like an illusion that no one else could hear.

When Deng Baoying stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the main hall, the song poured out from the bright hall like a stream, like a gate opening.

Countless envelopes were piled at the feet of the snow-white and brilliant statue of the Supreme God. Countless wishes rose from those folded thin papers, like countless translucent white pigeons, flying around the dazzling main hall and the tall statue.

The figure in white robes, familiar to the point of shocking, casually and briskly sang a song thousands of years old, and reached out to the translucent wish-power white pigeons. The flying birds landed on her palms for a few seconds, and then flew up again, chasing each other, and followed the large group to fly around the entire temple.

The song was swept by the wish and carried to every corner of the temple.

The adult form of the Supreme God sat on the shoulders of the tall statue, with his calves swaying. The six soft, plump and clean wings on his body were fluffy around him, like a huge and furry velvet feather sofa.

The pair of deep golden eyes drooped, reflecting the face of the door lamp.

In those eyes that were more vast than the universe and larger than the world, even the highest snow-capped mountains and the most dazzling morning stars were as small as a speck of dust in her eyes.

But it was precisely these eyes that could contain his existence, which was itself part of the miracle.

"Good afternoon, Baoying." The Supreme God lowered his eyes and smiled at him without any grudges, and jumped down from the statue with a smile on his face.

The wings floated slightly in the air, almost with a sense of slow suspension.

Deng Baoying stretched out her palm towards the descending Supreme God as if she was bewitched. It happened that she twisted her foot when floating down, and turned her body to the side, and her warm palm just happened to rest on his cold palm.

Taking advantage of the momentum, she pulled forward, and he embraced her tightly with the soft, fluffy touch.

The two of them hugged each other in an instant.

The burning desire, along with the appetite and love that had never disappeared, burned together. In an instant, Deng Baoying's mind went blank. Her body instinctively bound the other's slender waist uncontrollably, and turned around on the spot, and even the simple robe was lifted up, revealing the god's snow-white calves.

So soft... and so light.

The feathers felt itchy when they rubbed against her cheeks. The Supreme God did not resist, but just held his shoulders and was held by him. His strong arms lifted her higher. When the griffon looked up at her, he was completely unaware of how pitiful and burning his eyes were. He was like a wet puppy that had turned into a monster, still stretching out his claws to pull at the corner of his master's clothes.

——"Lord God," Deng Baoying's voice suddenly became hoarse, "I..."

His lips were pressed by fingertips, and the Supreme God sat on his forearm, looking at him with a smile.

Three pairs of wings half-enclosed his body, like a soft cage cast by a canary. The god sat on his forearm, and for a moment he didn't know who had a stronger desire for possession, the Supreme God or the Supreme God's followers.

"I know, I know," the Supreme God lowered his head and kissed Deng Baoying's forehead. The latter's pupils trembled, and a whimpering sound like a pet being caressed escaped from his throat, "I saw it all... I know everything. You've worked hard, it's okay, I don't blame you."

Deng Baoying felt like a skin-hungry patient, madly wanting to be touched and comforted by a specific person. He thought that the situation would be resolved with a little comfort, but it seems that the more he is touched, the more insatiable he is, and he is also painful and happy.

Just like a moth that flies to the fire, even if it is burned into a pitiful ash, it still wants to embrace that illusory warmth.

Moreover, that burning flame - his only god, is so merciful and precious to him.

The heart of the lion griffon even involuntarily produces instinctive darkness and secrecy.

As a false god of the same kind... have you ever felt the Lord God's tolerant and warm embrace? Have you ever received the Lord God's gentle comfort or even a kiss after making a mistake?

The Lord God is his... The Lord God loves him, and he is the only one of the Supreme God.

This chaotic and dark cognition makes him feel that his fragile heart is about to jump out of joy in the next second.

That's why Deng Baoying's reason realized it so easily.

This is not right.

"...I have a problem, my brain," the griffon used all his self-control to order himself to put the Supreme God down, instead of licking her neck like a beast, "I mean...I'm not feeling right now."

He stepped back a few steps, pointed at his temples with his fingers, revealing a vague, regretful and unhappy expression.

"I can't control my desire to...get close to you," the black-hearted griffon, whose morality had actually been corrupted, continued to act calm and politely, whispering, "Sorry, Lord God."

His kind-hearted Supreme God really retracted his inhuman wings and divine light, and approached like an ordinary young girl, apologetically pressing down his hand that was rubbing his temples.

"Oh... this is indeed a normal phenomenon, don't worry," Fu Jiao carefully looked at his erect pupils, sniffed his body, and concluded, "As believers who depend on gods, followers will have strong and gentle reactions to the Lord God from the body to the mind - you have just transformed, so the reaction is definitely bigger, and it is normal to not adapt."

"Normal?" Deng Baoying lowered his voice, squinted his eyes and looked at the Supreme God who came over to check on him, and repeated in a smooth tone.

"Yes, it's normal," the Supreme God touched his chin, nodded affirmatively, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will be responsible for you."

Griffin: "..."

Griffin: "...ah."

Although he really wanted the Lord God to care more about him, this sentence... always feels so strange.

Deng Baoying frowned slightly, but before he could react, the Supreme God had already hurriedly and urgently grasped his hands. His face was as tense and excited as a husband who was about to enter the bridal hall, or a husband whose wife was about to enter the delivery room.

"This... this is also the first time I have a family. In fact, many things are passed down from the memory of the Father God, and I have not put them into practice... But no matter what, you have my blood in your body, and your existence is also because of me. It is the transition from a human to a God's family. I will definitely be responsible for you."

"... You look very happy," Deng Baoying said in a calm and steady tone, "Your eyes are even bright."

"Really?" Fu Jiao doubted, "Your illusion."

"Okay," the griffon, who always adheres to the principle of doing things as long as the Supreme God is happy, nodded readily, "My illusion."

The Supreme God is very satisfied with the level of awareness of his newly-born furry follower - although she had unconsciously chosen him thousands of years ago: "But you don't have to worry too much, I'm here... It's been almost tens of thousands of years without a follower. At the end of every hundred centuries, I go back to the illusory space to see the Father God, and I can't explain to it... This is fine."

"..." Deng Baoying raised his eyes and looked at the Supreme God who was turning back and forth.

Sometimes, he really wanted to ask.

In your world of gods, what identity does a follower represent?

Why is there still a certain existence urging you to find a follower?

But before he could ask such a question, he heard the Supreme God clapping his hands as if he had suddenly realized something, as if he had

just remembered something. "Oh... By the way, it must be very uncomfortable to be born fresh, right?"

The snow-white girl goddess was very close to him, so close that he could even see the red lips of the Supreme God and smell the soft, strange breath from the fluctuations of divine power on her body.

"Come," Fu Jiao's voice floated into his ears, "Come and drink my blood?"