Chapter 73 He chuckled
Cruise ship cabins.
He wandered in the golden light, as if soaking in a clear stream.
The disease is like a thread being pulled out. People will not feel full of energy immediately after the fever subsides. They will have to go through symptoms such as muscle soreness and lack of energy before slowly recovering.
Zhuo Can struggled to stand up. His eyelids felt very heavy and his vision was not yet completely clear. The familiar yet distant face swayed in front of his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
He had never been a believer, but at this moment, he also devoutly wanted to grasp the light.
Zhuo Can stretched out his hand: "Jiang...Mr. Jiang."
The high fever had subsided, but he was still confused.
"Hmm." God didn't mind his confusion in addressing him, and even responded with compassion, "Are you feeling better?"
"Thank you... Mr. Jiang." He hadn't fully recovered his strength yet, so he spoke haltingly, "Mian Li... He was..."
He no longer remembered the relationship between Mian Li and "Mr. Jiang", but his subconscious told him that only the person in front of him could save the little lord god.
"I know." God's voice was gentle. "You did well."
Zhuo Can, still confused, wasn't sure if this was a compliment.
If so, what to do next?
What should I do?
Or is it enough to just believe in God?
God did not continue speaking.
Zhuo Can wanted to say something else.
Like how did you get here?
Like why didn't you come earlier?
For example, is the sleeping ceremony okay?
For example, what is the relationship between Zechariah and you—and what is the relationship between him and Mian Li?
It is rare to see the gods, so of course we have to put all our knowledge and confusions out there.
Zhuo Can was in an extremely chaotic state, his thoughts were all over the place and completely illogical.
So he didn't know these things, and in fact he didn't say a word.
The golden light enveloped him again, it was too dazzling, Zhuo Can closed his eyes unconsciously.
Then, he covered his forehead with his hand again, feeling his body temperature was low.
Sleepiness came over me like a tide.
He fell into a peaceful sleep again.
Until I woke up several hours later and looked at the empty room, I couldn't be sure whether it was an illusion.
*
On the other side, the infirmary.
The symptom of abnormal hormone level of "maternal instinct" does not exist because of "who you are" but because of "who you are facing".
This was something Ariel only understood these days after her master instructed her to take good care of the little guest.
Compared to the huge cruise ship, there are very few regular passengers on board.
The Black Panther siblings can live wherever they want. The younger brother likes to be near the deck with the best ventilation, while the older sister prefers the infirmary which looks cleaner than other places.
She was fascinated by the outdated bottles and jars with complicated Latin inscriptions and the yellowed medical books, so she stayed there.
Originally, the little god lived in the guest room, strictly speaking, the most luxurious sea view suite.
In the past, when the cruise ship was still operating normally, the price of this room would have been staggering.
The leopard is not a human being, and of course does not follow the rules of worldly enjoyment.
She didn't think the sea view room was any better than the infirmary. The only thing she cared about was that the lord seemed to really care about this child.
At first she also believed that the master wanted to use the young god to threaten the almighty god in order to blackmail him into letting them go.
Soon, she realized that the master's power had long since returned to its peak, and tearing the barrier apart was not a difficult task.
Now he still stays here and tries his best to capture the Son of God, just to force the God to come and see him in person.
Ariel has admired her master for a long time.
A mixture of gratitude, admiration, looking up to... whatever it is.
Even though the master did not show any special feelings for her and had bluntly rejected her request for sacrifice, she thought that she should be the one closest to the master among all people.
You should be satisfied too.
However, after the young god arrived, all signs showed that the lord's heart was not as empty as imagined.
Who lived there, is that person still alive, and who was he exactly? These previously vague concepts gradually became clear.
The answer is obvious.
She felt an indescribable jealousy.
She relied on her master's usual favor to ask, and the master's attitude seemed to confirm her guess.
After being warned, Ariel never tried to cross the line and ask questions again.
A few days later, the master actually threw the child to him and told him to take good care of him.
Ariel was about to ask what happened when the master left angrily.
She sat down again, and the master's back stopped at the door again.
“…Don’t make Him cry.”
These were the last words he left.
Now.
Ariel returned to her human form and slowly braided her hair in front of the brass mirror.
After my mood calmed down, I became more open-minded.
For example, if you love someone, you should give him freedom and hope he is happy.
She was lost in her reverie until something light fell on her knees.
She looked down and saw a pair of small hands there.
"Ali Lili, sing, okay?"
Every time the child looked up at her, there seemed to be stars in his eyes.
Ariel asked expressionlessly, "Why?"
This little thing always has various requests.
He needs to be held, sung to, coaxed, and fed.
Sometimes I still cry, want Cancan, want Father God, and want to go home.
Chirping like little birds, endlessly.
The peace and quiet of her life was completely destroyed.
...This is all the fault of the master who doesn't want to take care of the child.
Mianli didn't care about her indifference. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, saying in a soft childish voice, "Lili, you're sleepy..."
Ariel thought she had a heart of stone and even contained tenderness, and it was impossible for her to develop something like maternal instinct.
Even towards his only younger brother, there is a clear distinction between responsibility and affection.
So she couldn't understand why she was holding a three-year-old child, singing the unique songs of the Spirit Leopard Clan, and rocking him to sleep with such gentle movements.
Just when she was halfway through singing, the space was suddenly captured.
Mian Li in her arms and everything else in the room, all the scenes were frozen, only she herself entered a boundless golden light.
She knew that only the master could possess such powerful strength, but this holy platinum color was obviously not that of the master.
Ariel stood up nervously, but didn't dare to move. She didn't know what to do with the little thing in her arms.
"Just put it on the bed."
A strange voice suddenly sounded.
The voice of an adult male is very nice, but also very indifferent.
Ariel shuddered. "Who? Who's there?"
She didn't do so, but held the child in her arms cautiously.
"..." The voice was silent for a moment, "I'll come and see Him."
He was so arrogant that he didn't even bother to introduce himself, as if everyone should know him.
Ariel paused.
...What if it's true?
She had a guess.
Maybe it's not him, but "Him".
Ariel was both resistant and curious about this person's true identity. She mustered up the courage to ask, "You...are you here to take Him away?"
The voice seemed to sigh, but also seemed to simply answer: "Not yet."
So when is the "time"? Will the lord agree? Will they fight?
Ariel wanted to ask more questions, but the golden light had already dissipated.
Time flowed again, everything returned to normal, and the young god's paused breathing became even again.
Recently, many of her problems have not been properly resolved.
Ariel sat back on the bed in frustration, but was afraid of waking Him up, so she gently put Him down.
Whether it was the person just now or the master, these two people... just wouldn't listen to what others were saying!
*
Cruise ship ballroom.
This is the largest facility on the entire ship, as spacious as a special banquet hall on land. Even the thick dust cannot hide the gorgeous decorations, and every piece of it is very expensive.
Even though things are different now, we can still vaguely see the former glory.
Perhaps hundreds of years ago, there really were people singing and dancing here, singing a song hand in hand with their loved ones, crowning celebrities, and wealthy people making dreams come true for others.
Now all that remains is loneliness and desolation.
In the center of the stage stood a crude throne, its workmanship incomparable to the other ornaments, like a cheap fake mixed in with precious treasures.
However, this does not affect the people sitting inside.
He crossed his legs, rested his right elbow on the armrest, supported his head with his eyes closed and thought, the crisscrossing tattoos extending all the way to the hideous scar on his jaw.
The Drama Queen as always.
The doors and windows all around were tightly closed, not a single ray of light could get through, and it was completely dark.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his light brown pupils slightly lit up.
Almost at the same time, golden light suddenly shone down like a spotlight, lovingly covering every corner and leaving no room for any sin to hide.
"God enters this place."
The pouring light is neatly coated on every strand of the visitor's hair, as exquisite as a painting handed down from generation to generation.
The person on the throne admired it nonchalantly.
The burning gaze seemed tangible, sliding down from his porcelain-white skin inch by inch, to his plain robe, and the ankles faintly exposed underneath.
Finally, his gaze fixed on his bright blue eyes.
Whose shadow had ever been reflected in these eyes, always so indifferent? When had the wind blown? For whom had the clouds and rain surged?
Zechariah raised the corners of his mouth.
"Your Majesty, I am truly sorry for not coming to greet you."
God looked at him, not caring about the sarcasm in his tone: "As you wish, I am here."
Zechariah said slowly, "As I wish?"
Jiang Xiao, who rarely showed any emotion, sighed: "Then what do you want?"
There was a hint of helplessness in His voice, as if He was coaxing an ignorant child.
Those who are familiar with God will know that He rarely uses such a tone even to young gods.
"What do you want?"
The devil slowly walked before God, approached Him without any sense of propriety, lifted His long flaxen hair, and played with it playfully.
"Of course I want you—my dear Divine Majesty."
He was very close, and both his eyes and tone were direct enough, so excessive that it could be considered blasphemous.
The hot breath hit his sensitive neck. But Jiang Xiao stood firm.
Zechariah twisted a lock of His golden hair between his fingers and brought it to his nose, sniffing it.
The cold and refreshing fragrance is as clear as snow.
"Come and be my wife," he chuckled. "If you agree, I'll let your son go. How about that?"
Something flickered in the depths of the god's icy blue eyes.
"Can."
He nodded slightly, speaking lightly, as if he were agreeing that the child could have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow morning, rather than having just handed over his power of life and death to the Lord of Hell.
Zechariah never expected Him to agree so readily. His pupils shrank rapidly like a snake: "Just for that little thing? Would you even give up the throne in exchange for it?"
His harsh voice still did not stir up any waves in Jiang Xiao.
God lowered his eyes and answered irrelevantly: "Let them go."
"Okay. Okay." Zechariah laughed in anger. "Then let me see how far you are willing to go for Him—my Majesty."
*
God is imprisoned by the devil in an unknown place.
Even Ariel, who knew the structure of the cruise ship very well, didn't know where it was.
After being provoked in person, Feifei became furious and wanted to fight Zechariah to the death.
However, the mermaid, who only had half the power, was too weak to be in the same position. The Lord of Hell easily neutralized his moves, tied him up, and threw him back to the world through the weak point of the barrier.
Zechariah refortified the place and sent shadow servants to guard it.
He released the humans who posed no threat and briefly explained some things to Ariel.
Next, to Jiang Xiao’s place.
The god was trapped in a corner by a black beam of light.
Unlike the whole-body confinement that was like stuffing into a ball of light when the young God was first brought in, the ones used on God are like chains, shackles on His hands and feet.
And the most vulnerable and fatal neck.
Any slight movement would leave horrific wounds on that flawless skin.
Zechariah looked down at Him, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction and even more dissatisfaction in his heart.
He had kidnapped Mian Li for such a long time, but Jiang Xiao did nothing, and he really thought that the god had no feelings for his son as rumored.
But Zechariah was betting that He was different from the rumors.
After all, it was rumored that God did not shed tears - and he had clearly seen it.
More than once.
Now Jiang Xiao came without an appointment.
Hundreds of years have left no trace on God, and she is still as breathtakingly beautiful as when we first met.
It makes him unable to forget it day and night until now.
Jiang Xiao did come for the Mian Li, and was even willing to exchange himself for it.
Zechariah felt unhappy again when his speculation was confirmed.
Obviously, Jiang Xiao not only cares about Mian Li, but also loves her very much.
Zechariah couldn't help but wonder how much He loved Mianli, as He was willing to go to such lengths for the young god. How much did He love Mianli's mother?
Even though it was a presence that had never been seen.
Even the ignorant young god didn't know who it was.
Zechariah thought maliciously, whether it was Mianli's mother, other messengers of God, or believers, did all living beings know that the noble God they looked up to had also committed suicide and had sex with others?
Would you know that He, who always appears reserved and aloof in front of others, would also reveal that intoxicated look?
Yet after calming down, Zechariah still felt defeated.
Even if I did all the 'impossible' things, nothing would change.
After voluntarily being bound by his light prison, Jiang Xiao never raised his eyes to look at him, not even once.
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