Chapter 93
After waking up on time, the memories I received today were almost all scenes of the little cub being pestered and asked questions by the Elf King and other elves. The time I spent alone with the little cub was very little.
Never before had so many mouths chattered in front of Samuel at the same time. In the past, he couldn't stand just one noisy Meredina, let alone a group of Meredinas.
Those complicated noises directly aroused His anger. For the first time, Samuel realized that his immature self actually had such good patience. He followed the kid all the way without avoiding that annoying place.
It seemed like it had become instinct. When she woke up, she would come to look for the little guy. Even if she wanted some peace and quiet now, she would stay as close to him as possible...
The gentle night breeze blew on the young man's long hair that had just been washed and dried, and brought the scent of shampoo remaining on the hair to the noses of those around him.
Samuel moved his body and stopped leaning against the tree trunk. Instead, he hugged the clean, fragrant and soft silver-haired young man, with his chin resting on the top of his head.
Al, whose arms were bound: "..."
He widened his eyes and asked in disbelief: "What are you doing?"
Samuel was silent for a moment before he made an excuse: "The tree trunk is too hard and it's uncomfortable to lean against."
He just did it instinctively, feeling that this kind of night was very suitable for a more intimate action.
"...I'm not soft either, how about I get you a pillow to cushion your back?"
"No, you're quite soft." And it smells a bit good.
Samuel lowered his head and gently kissed the top of the kid’s head with his thin lips. This night was very gentle, and even He became gentle...
Because it was his hair that was kissed, Al was unaware of it. He pursed his lips, feeling that all the muscles he had trained were insulted.
Although not as brave and strong as Samuel, at least it is firm, so where is the softness???
The young man puffed up his cheeks, then said woodenly: "But I am not comfortable with this position."
"Tsk." Samuel simply pinched the boy's thin waist with both hands, lifted him up, moved him to sit sideways on his thigh, and then put his arms around the young man's waist to prevent him from sitting unstable.
Al was stunned and speechless for a moment.
It's true that this position is much more comfortable. Being hugged around the waist makes him feel safe. With his feet on the tree trunk, the feeling of being on solid ground is better than being suspended in the air just now. He can also lean on Samuel's chest. By the way, Samuel's legs are softer than the tree trunk, so it's more comfortable to sit. Everything is good, there are only two problems -
First of all, is this really Samuel? Is he okay? Is he stupid or crazy? This is completely different from the arrogant, cool and awesome God he first knew!
Secondly, is this the posture two men should have? :)
Samuel saw that the kid was as stiff as a log, so he patted him on the back and said, "Come back to your senses."
When Al came over, he realized that he had forgotten to breathe...
He was about to stand up, but Samuel held him tightly, so he could only say helplessly, "I don't like this position either."
"You're not comfortable like this?" Samuel frowned. "You're so delicate."
"It's not appropriate for two grown men to do this. What if someone sees us?"
Samuel sneered disdainfully, "It's not like we're going to set fire to the elves' homes, why are you feeling guilty?"
El thought for a moment. Why did he feel that this conversation was not right?
"Why do you have to hold me?"
Samuel frowned, feeling depressed. He didn't even want to be hugged, let alone kiss or have intercourse. When would he know what the fun of this kind of thing was?
Winster's plan is to boil the frog in warm water. Oh, I heard this from the kid when he was in the small town.
But Samuel felt that he was cooking too slowly, and he was so slow that he hadn't even started to collect firewood. It turned out that he was too young to be trusted...
Now He was holding the young man, who felt awkward but not angry. Samuel was keenly aware that the boy's psychological defenses towards Him were very low and his tolerance was very high, so He now felt that he could have frequent physical contact with him, and once the boy got used to it, he could proceed to the next step.
After figuring it out, Samuel smoothed the young man's cool and smooth hair and made up an excuse, "I saw some humans like to do this, so I want to try it."
He saw that the kid wanted to say something, so he spoke in time: "Don't you want to know if the Elf King is the reincarnation of the Goddess of Nature?"
El knew what was going on and stopped moving, his beautiful eyes, filled with curiosity, staring straight at the Lord God.
Samuel tangled a strand of silver hair between his fingers and answered absentmindedly, "He is indeed Meridian."
The young man tilted his head in confusion, "Does the goddess not care what gender you are after you are born?"
Could this be the worldview of higher-dimensional beings? Below the level of gods, there is no difference between gender, race, and even the smallest plant or tree? Samuel is the same, and he doesn't care about anything.
It must be that the goddess only considers talent when choosing an identity, and other factors are not important!
As expected of a god, his thoughts are different from those of humans. If it were him, he wouldn’t be able to do this!
Al expressed his thoughts, and Samuel twitched his lips, with a hint of unnaturalness in his expression.
Al noticed that “He” suddenly tilted his head as if he was appreciating the scenery. Although it was strange for Samuel, he just knew that this guy was guilty!
He looked at Samuel eagerly, "Is there anything else you can't tell me?"
Samuel lowered his eyes, looked into those clear blue eyes for a moment, and finally confessed honestly -
"He originally chose a female fruit."
Elves are all conceived by the Tree of Life. Before they are born, they start as fist-sized fruits and slowly grow into the size of full-term fetuses. This period of waiting requires at least two hundred years.
When the time comes, the fruit skin will break and a baby elf will fall out. The female fruit is the one that can give birth to a female elf.
"He talked too much before he left, so I pushed him away, but I lost control of my strength and missed the target." So Meredina's soul was thrown into a male fruit nearby.
During that period, the weaker gods had lost their divinity and even their bodies, and the strong ones also showed signs of decline. Ashborn was frantically collecting the divinity of other gods.
Meredina, who loves peace and nature and rarely fights, is the weakest of the eight main gods. She was worried that Ashbern would take action against her, so she hid in the abyss and Samuel's territory for several years.
However, there is no sun in the abyss, and it is dark and depressing all year round. There are no like-minded creatures to talk to Him. Meredina has no discrimination against other races, so she became the first to make a deal with the will of the world, and voluntarily handed over her divinity to nourish the heaven and earth in exchange for a chance to reincarnate.
After the body of the god disappeared, Meredina asked Samuel to send his soul to the Tree of Life, but Samuel felt that Ashborn would not let go of the gods without divinity so easily. Even if he did not use harm, he would always keep an eye on them.
The whole world knows that the goddess of nature favors the elves the most. If Meridian is sent to reincarnate now, Ashbern can find Him easily.
So Samuel put Meredina into a deep sleep and did not send her away immediately.
Hundreds and thousands of years passed, and when Samuel negotiated with the will of the world to retain his godhood, he remembered the sleeping Meredina - too much time had passed, and Samuel, who never cared about others, had almost forgotten Her.
After waking up Meredina, the guy kept asking her what happened during her years of sleep and what Samuel was planning...
When Samuel couldn't bear it anymore and sent Him to the Tree of Life, He kept talking to Samuel about the pros and cons of reincarnating into different races, and then sincerely invited Samuel to become a dark elf.
Samuel slapped Him towards the female fruit he had just selected...but the force was a bit too strong, and the green soul ball was hit onto the male fruit on the edge of the Tree of Life.
It's not without benefits. At least the body nurtured by the fruit also has wood-type talent, and it's very high.
The cold and cruel Dark God did not feel guilty at all. He turned around and went back to study how to reincarnate while retaining his memory.
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Samuel recounted that past in the briefest words, his tone was calm and without the slightest guilt. The guilty conscience he showed just now was purely because he made a mistake that year and he didn't want to talk about it and lose face in front of the brat.
Al was silent for a long time, but still couldn't help but sigh, "You are such a jerk..."
He is now very afraid that this guy will trick him one day.
Samuel snorted coldly, clearly unconvinced, "If it weren't for this mistake, he might have died before becoming the Elf King."
Female wood elves are coveted by countless people, not to mention a wood elf that was nurtured by the Tree of Life for seven hundred years and has full elemental affinity. There must be rumors in the outside world that she is a panacea.
Being born male is actually much safer.
There was no need for further explanation, Al had also figured this out... Never mind, he saw that the Elf King was living a happy life, and he wouldn't have to feel guilty for Samuel when he saw him again in the future.
After listening to the story, there was silence in the air. The body temperature of the other person became more and more obvious in the slightly cool night. The awkward feeling came back. Al sat up straight and was about to get up.
Damn it, when did he lean on Samuel? Why didn’t he just listen to the bedtime story and fall asleep?
"Don't move."
Samuel's voice was much lower and more suppressed than before. He was trying his best to restrain a certain desire, but Al didn't know that and thought Samuel was being mean to him.
The young man was somewhat unhappy, but he did not want to resist forcefully. God knew what the unscrupulous God would do. He did not want to attract Arlin or other elves who lived not far away.
Al did not resist and did not want to pay attention to Him, so... he closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell directly on the shoulder of the Lord God, intending to pretend to be dead comfortably and not talk to Samuel anymore.
Samuel couldn't see such "obvious" anger. He lowered his eyelashes and admired the boy's sleeping face from close range. When his eyes touched the soft and tempting lips, the tip of his tongue pressed against the slightly pointed fangs. The smell of blood and the slight pain helped him to restrain his impulse.
They were so close yet he hadn't kissed her yet. Samuel even hated himself for being so timid!
There was a nameless anger in his heart that he had no place to vent. The Lord God held the young man's fair and slender hand. Al's body temperature was cool for Him who was feeling hot at the moment, which helped Him to calm down a little.
Al's fingertips were pinched lightly by the people around him, which reminded him of the magic tiger cubs raised in Lancaster Manor, who were often held in this way by his cousin and aunt, and had their fur stroked, and their paws pinched.
To be honest, in such a romantic environment, if another homosexual treated him like this, Al would be sure that this person was gay and was taking advantage of him. Even if it was Winster, he would suspect that his brother was gay, but Samuel...
His cognition is very different from that of ordinary people, so Al is usually very tolerant of his many behaviors and tries to think about things from his perspective.
Some people like to pet dogs, some like to cuddle cats, maybe some gods just like to cuddle humans? Gods don't consider humans as equal species, so Samuel keeping him as a pet is in line with His values!
Even though he thought of the possibility of being treated as a pet, Al had never considered the possibility that Samuel was gay.
He had seen how impatient Samuel was with the entanglements between lovers. In the Lord God's cognition, love? What the hell? It would only slow down His speed in drawing the sword! Al had long since determined that He was a martial arts fanatic.
At this moment, Samuel couldn't help but move closer to the boy's neck, trying to figure out what the scent on him was that had been attracting Him.
Because his eyes were closed, his other senses were more acute. Al clearly felt Samuel getting closer and then... taking a light puff.
Ahhh help, it's sucking me!!!
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