Chapter 75 It seems
Not only was it beyond Zhuo Can's expectations, but the person involved was also stunned.
Xiao Mianli was dumbfounded as Father God held his hand, not quite sure how he should react.
He had imagined the secret of birth countless times, and who the Mother Goddess was.
When I was lonely and helpless, I always wondered why she gave birth to me and then abandoned me?
Whether it was Oriel, Feifei, Kabuka, or anyone else in the Divine Realm, they either didn't know at all or looked embarrassed and told him not to ask any more questions.
It was as if His birth was a sin, and He was kept silent in the realm of God.
But Father God would actually say it out loud.
Ignoring the different expressions of the people present, Jiang Xiao lowered his eyes again solemnly: "Mian Li's... 'Mother Goddess'..."
However, before He could finish His words, He was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
"Brilliant." Zechariah clapped slowly as he walked toward them. "What a touching show! Look at you all, such deep love and such joyful families. I'm almost moved to tears."
He even pretended to squeeze out a few tears.
Ariel was stunned. She had clearly asked Mia to guard outside, so how come she didn't receive any tip-off?
What happened to Mia?
Zechariah glanced at her and saw what she was thinking. "Don't worry, you two have been with me for so many years. I wouldn't attack a child like him."
He sighed exaggeratedly, "Indeed, I was the one who cruelly asked you to start your own business. So, let's just write off all your repeated 'betrayals'."
Ariel had countless words to say in defense of herself and her brother, but she knew her master's character best. After making a decision, it was useless to say anything else.
The master will not be soft-hearted.
Never.
Zachariah glanced at each of them and smiled. "Why, you all gathered in my wine cellar? Are you planning a party? Perhaps I should have told you in advance so I could give you some recommendations. Since you're here, you're all my guests. How about I open a case for you personally—the one next to His Majesty?"
His voice was elegant and melodious, like an operatic bass, but it was also creepy.
Zhuo Can subconsciously took a step back.
He still couldn't overcome his fear of the demon. It was the instinct of a creature facing a hunter a thousand times more powerful than itself.
He is the only pure human being here, cannon fodder in the war between gods, ghosts, monsters and demons, and will be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, a small hand held him.
"Cancan is not afraid."
A soft child's voice spoke in his heart.
As agreed, Mian Li would not use his mind reading ability on weekdays.
Occasionally it has a wonderful effect.
In the chaotic moment, Zhuo Can realized that his dependence on the young god had reached this point.
Just one word. Just one word could make his stiff shoulders relax.
However, the Lord of Hell was not interested in this human at all.
He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the god in the corner.
"Okay, baby, stop pretending. I know what your most honest self is."
Not to mention the overly intimate nickname, Zechariah's tone was frivolous and full of obscene innuendos.
The adults present knew what was going on.
But rather than understanding the devil's "hints" to God, what Zhuo Can wants to know more is, what does "stop pretending" mean?
He and Ariel turned their heads blankly at the same time, and were surprised to find that Jiang Xiao, who was originally dying and pale, had recovered.
Long hair, long robe, how could there be any stains?
The shocking wounds on the skin were gone.
Just as God said, there is no need to worry.
——Because everything that happened just now was an illusion.
Zhuo Can began to doubt the reality of the whole world.
Jiang Xiao didn't show any sign of abnormality at being exposed, and returned to his unmoved expression.
"Since you already know this, why waste time?"
"How can you call it a waste?" Zechariah stared at Him like a hawk, licking his lips. "That's a look of enjoyment rarely seen on His Majesty the God."
Passersby who were listening: "..."
If the previous things were hints, this is already an explicit statement.
Zhuo Can considered whether to cover Mian Li's ears.
It's really hard to imagine.
The God of Gods who represents light and the Lord of Hell who commands darkness seem to have nothing in common; even if they "fight", it will be a truly large-scale war that will cause the heavens to collapse and the earth to split.
But privately, they actually have this kind of relationship that is based on love... and not just on etiquette.
Zechariah said, "Wouldn't it be nice to have some fun with me? Your Majesty must be so busy with official duties that he doesn't have time to relax."
His expression was quite serious, as if he was an employee who was really working hard for his boss.
Jiang Xiao didn't say anything.
The hurt is fake, but the reactions, whether painful or pleasurable, that come with indulging in the process are real.
God cannot lie, God cannot deny, so God can only remain silent.
They stood there for a long time until Zechariah gradually lost his patience.
He stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, and made a casual grasping motion.
In an instant, Mian Li, who was originally beside Jiang Xiao, was suddenly dragged over by an invisible force!
The young god was held in the devil's hands, as easily as catching a chicken.
He was so light that being lifted up in the air didn't hurt him that much, but his face was still filled with fear.
Zhuo Can's heart trembled, and he forgot that he was a fragile human being. He rushed over angrily: "You——"
The god took a step forward and raised his hand to stop the human's recklessness.
"What are we going to do now?"
There was a hint of helplessness in His voice.
It was as if the Lord of Hell was not threatening his child's life, but playing a harmless joke.
Zachariah lifted the child and swayed him toward her. He looked into her familiar caramel-colored eyes, which were filled with timidity, and shook them. "Little one, I've been treating you well since I brought you here, haven't I?"
Wipe his hair, hold him, feed him, and put him to sleep.
Even my favorite dessert was shared with him in half, or even kept all for him.
The child cried and made a fuss at the slightest provocation, but he had endured it until now and had not thrown Him into the sea to feed the fish. Instead, he had become ridiculously accustomed to it.
He is a cruel man and has never discovered that he has a soft side.
Even for Jiang Xiao, it can never be called pity.
Zechariah had done all the things he thought he would never be able to do in this life or the next for the Mian Li.
Make an exception.
Then the second time, the third time...
Why is the young god the "exception"?
He looked down at the child and said, "I treated you well before, but now I don't want to."
Zechariah turned his head and looked at Jiang Xiao with a provocative smile on his face: "What if I kill Him?"
He thought that if Jiang Xiao said something like "You will regret this", he would immediately take action to show Him.
But Jiang Xiao said, you won’t.
His tone was calm, showing no worry at all.
It was as if he was certain that he really had a weakness.
Angry tongues of fire licked...licked Zechariah's heart.
Mian Li is Jiang Xiao’s weakness, not his.
How long had he and this little thing known each other? What kind of relationship did they have? It was but a blink of an eye in the long lives of gods and demons. How dare Jiang Xiao expect him to develop any soft feelings for Mian Li?!
A minute ago, Zechariah had no intention of doing anything to Mian Li when he grabbed Him, but he just wanted to threaten Jiang Xiao from a close distance and in a more direct way.
However, Jiang Xiao's annoying calmness and confidence suddenly ignited his anger.
Zechariah's only thought was to kill the child, to kill Mianli - when God's beloved bloodline died in front of him, would He be able to maintain that cold and indifferent appearance?
He wanted to tear apart Jiang Xiao's glacial mask - at any cost!
Zechariah let go of his hand, and as he fell, he wrapped his tail around the child and used his other hand to strangle him.
So small, so soft, even its bones are made of cotton.
Mianli looked at him with her large, light amber eyes, covered with a layer of sparkling watery light.
Too weak.
If he exerted a little force, he would see the luster in those tender and innocent eyes fade away, and he would feel life slipping away from his hands bit by bit.
He was very familiar with this feeling and enjoyed it the most.
Zechariah even wanted to watch Jiang Xiao's reaction to complete the feat of killing the gods, which would of course give him double the enjoyment; but after a brief moment of surprise, a hint of cruelty flashed across his eyes: his fingers were powerless and he could only circle the child's neck, but he could not exert any more strength.
He thought it was Jiang Xiao or Ariel who was hindering him, but when he turned around, he saw that they were all standing there.
There was no sense of using any ability at all.
If Zechariah had been more thoughtful, he would have noticed that the leopard and the human were very nervous, while God was extremely calm and even tried to stop them from interfering.
But Zechariah had no time to think about this.
Since these people didn't take action, and Mianli seemed unable to protect himself, was there something wrong with him?
……impossible.
In order to verify his guess, the devil used his free hand to suck back the oak barrel that was originally next to Jiang Xiao and was jokingly called "please taste it" not long ago.
The huge wine barrel weighed hundreds of kilograms, but now he was holding it in his hands as lightly as a toy.
Zechariah squeezed it lightly, and in an instant the wine barrel burst like a balloon that had swelled to its limit, and purple-red wine gushed out.
Fortunately, everyone present (including the sheltered Zhuo Can) was able to protect themselves, and the light ball lifted them up, preventing them from being affected by the wine that was flooding the wine cellar.
Zechariah's face fell.
He tried again after the barrel exploded, but still couldn't pinch Mian Li hard enough.
Since no one intervened and there was nothing wrong with him, why - why couldn't he do anything to the child?
It was as if there was an invisible, strange force standing between him and Mian Li.
That kind of "power" does not come from any individual, but is a natural cause.
It was stopping him from hurting Mian Li.
He couldn't even put up an inch of resistance.
Son of God...what secrets are you hiding?
Zechariah dropped his hands in resignation, only loosely holding the child with his tail.
Jiang Xiao, who was originally calm, frowned at this moment.
The devil raised his head and gave him an ambiguous smile.
Then, he disappeared from everyone's sight with Mian Li.
*
Zechariah returned to the sea.
To be precise, it is not in the sea water, but in a vacuum area at the bottom of the Sea of Sin, with no water and no air.
The vast expanse of white sky does bear some resemblance to the heavenly prison in the divine realm—perhaps even the builder himself does not remember this.
Zechariah committed a serious crime three hundred years ago and should have been imprisoned in the vortex of the Frost Forest like most prisoners.
However, the Lord of Hell, who was extremely evil, could not be imprisoned there, so God personally sealed him in the Sea of Sin - a punishment that God had never used before.
Although it is a bit tricky, from this angle, the Lord of Hell does become a god again for the "first time".
Since he was "monitored" by Mia and left before, he naturally did not go swimming in the water, but came here.
Compared to the crowded and noisy cruise ship, this place feels more like his private area.
Whenever he wants to think about something or needs to do something alone, he will retreat here.
Mianli was the first visitor here.
Zechariah reappeared and threw the child away, knowing that the child could protect himself.
Sure enough, before falling to the ground, clouds formed and supported Him.
Zechariah was minding his own business and ignored Him.
This is his absolute territory, and even Jiang Xiao will not be able to find it in a short time.
Bringing Mian Li here wasn't for revenge or coercion... I was just annoyed.
No one wants to see it.
The demon circled around and around, its tail lashing angrily behind it.
Until it was interrupted by a small, extremely gentle force.
He froze in place.
That's another tail.
It was much smaller than his own, and wrapped around his tail with timid tentativeness.
Like a baby's little hand, it can barely hold an adult's finger.
Just with this touch, my heart, which was anxious to the point of bursting, suddenly calmed down.
The tsunami disappeared out of thin air, and the entire surging waves returned to the clear lake water.
Zechariah had never, ever encountered such a calming approach.
He turned around suddenly and saw Mianli floating behind him, carefully resting her little tail on his, which was a unique way of showing affection for young children.
Despite the absolute power disparity, he could almost sense all of the other's abilities. Zachariah was certain that the young god himself did not possess such a powerful healing power.
Moreover, it seemed that the child himself was surprised by his sudden change of mood.
So, the only explanation is that this special chemical reaction only occurs between the two of them.
Why.
Why not only can he not hurt Mianli, but Mianli can comfort him instead.
Why, in such a short period of time, two completely opposite and unique relationships have emerged between Mian Li and him?
The anger evaporated completely, leaving only curiosity.
The little god seemed to be relieved, and his attempts became bolder. His tail completely wrapped around the adult, and he acted like a child hugging an adult's legs and acting coquettishly.
“Sasa…?”
The child looked up at him and saw that he was also looking at him, so he shouted uncertainly.
After experiencing so much intimidation and threats, he was still able to call out this intimate name.
Of course, it is also possible that a three-year-old child cannot remember a complicated full name.
It's a tail exactly like mine.
The same caramel-colored eyes.
A wonderful, inseparable fate.
Could this be the source of their "connection"?
Mian Li's ability to read minds cannot be used on people who are stronger than himself, so he does not know what the devil is thinking.
The child tilted his head and said something completely irrelevant.
"Does Sasa love God the Father?"
He said.
Innocent, childish, sincere, pure question without a trace of irony.
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