Chapter 320 Stay
Zhongli looked down at the document, and Shen Qianluo stared at Zhongli in a daze.
Zhongli glanced at the boy sideways, Shen Qianluo was still staring at him in a daze.
The corners of his mouth curved up slightly, Zhongli lowered his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the god's appearance when he was a child.
The warm afternoon light shuttled through the gauze curtains, causing the breeze to flow. The warm golden light sprinkled on the god's hair and shoulders, blending with the clear golden pupils, flashing a faint bright color.
No matter from which angle you look at it, it looks like a gorgeous gem that attracts the attention of a dragon.
The color in his eyes seemed to be filled with unspeakable tenderness. Zhongli quietly stopped talking and looked at the young boy who was supporting his chin with one hand, his thin lips unconsciously slightly parted, and a few strands of silver hair flowing down through his fingers, hanging softly like silk on the reflective table top.
The god with delicate features, as if carefully carved by heaven, stared at her in a trance, but from his expression, it didn't seem like he was thinking about love.
Unfortunately, even with Zhongli's familiarity with him, he could not imagine how fast Shen Qianluo's thoughts were jumping. At this moment, he was thinking about something left and right in his mind.
In fact, Shen Qianluo didn’t really think about any messy things.
The boy now had a focused and serious expression, as if he was listening to the class attentively, but in fact his mind had already unconsciously flown to how to taste Mr. Zhongli's flavor (? ).
It really smells delicious.
This is not the nonsense of the young master who grew up in an environment of flowers and fragrance.
Sitting next to Mr. Zhongli, you can smell a mixture of various flavors. For example, the lovely golden scent of Mora, the fragrance of many delicious beliefs, and the gentle and gentlemanly charm of a mature and reliable man...
Wait, what is Mora?
Moreover, how can a weak auxiliary demon possess so much faith?
So the young master, whose train of thought was stuck for a moment, held his chin in thought, and in the blink of an eye he came to a reasonable conclusion -
It must be Mr. Zhongli who sprayed the perfume called Mora, which has the scent of faith!
Yes, that must be the case. As a wise and reliable god, the word Mora must have been something I heard by chance at some point.
But since this perfume smells so good, I can ask Mr. Zhongli where he bought it...
The young master's vague consciousness finally settled on the man beside him.
The young master was still.
he……
Why are you looking at yourself?
At this moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind: Who is the young master? Where is the young master? What is the young master doing? Shen Qianluo almost choked on his saliva. He finally realized what it was like to be caught daydreaming in class.
"…Mr. Zhongli, are you looking at the gods for something?"
In a flash, Shen Qianluo's mind raced, and he decided to take the initiative and asked first with confidence.
Of course, from Zhongli's perspective, the change was from a silly and cute expression to a tight face, with his fair, clean, pretty and cute cheeks raised, and his face full of expression of "I am pretending to be calm".
"How could that be? I am being rude to look at the gods without permission." The child's cheek was soft and elastic when it came to his mouth. Zhongli resisted the urge to pinch it and gently closed the book.
"It's getting late now. I'm sure the young master still has some government affairs to deal with. Let's stop here today."
As he spoke, he stood up gracefully under Shen Qianluo's gaze and left calmly, as if nothing strange had happened just now.
Shen Qianluo blinked.
Well, the weak demon god sympathized with the busy affairs of the gods and withdrew on his own accord.
It was just an ordinary resignation of a subordinate.
…The tempting fragrance has dissipated.
...Why would he feel a little reluctant?
"Sir, please stay."
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the boy spoke subconsciously. The next moment after blurting it out, he realized that he had no reason to ask her to stay, and his fingertips on the edge of the table tightened for a moment, "Hmm..."
He just felt a little awkward. If the demon gods in the past had received this honor, they would have definitely rushed to curry favor with the gods...
It’s just because Zhongli is too calm.
That’s right… The Young Master was just concerned about his strange reaction, nothing more, nothing else.
"Tomorrow is the day I will go to the academy to study."
However, Shen Qianluo was very capable of responding to situations. He immediately calmed his tone and whispered with dignity, "I should have asked you to take a day off. However, my relationship with the teachers has changed because of you. It would be inappropriate to see you again rashly."
"If you want to submit your loyalty to the gods, you must do it from beginning to end and to perfection - what do you think, sir?" Shen Qianluo smiled calmly and lowered his voice calmly, "Tomorrow, I will trouble you to come here again to talk."
Zhongli was silent for a while, looking into the boy's deep golden eyes sitting in the sun, and nodded slightly: "We have a good chat, why not accompany the young master to relieve his boredom."
"So, sir, you are willing to stop taking rest and stay with the gods?"
"Ha, I don't mind, but I'm afraid that such behavior will give people something to talk about. Besides, I want to believe that the young master would not do such a ridiculous thing."
Shen Qianluo stared at Zhongli.
Zhongli looked back indifferently.
The boy sighed softly, "Sir, you are really very careful. I'm afraid you also heard that I was joking."
Zhongli smiled slightly: "Although the joke is good, the matter with the master should indeed be completed from beginning to end. Young master is willing to forgive me, a weak demon god, I am really grateful."
After a lot of tugging and pulling, the two leaders finally parted politely.
The room fell silent.
All that was left was a thick stack of documents on the desk.
"It's obvious that he planned to escape early and do nothing because he had too much work to do..."
Looking down at the pile of information in front of him, the boy snorted. When he looked behind him, his tone and expression became even more gloomy. "What's the intelligence today?"
The man in black who suddenly appeared in the dark corner of the room saluted respectfully, his voice rustling: "Recently, your brother and sister-in-law have taken some actions. The insider revealed that the frequent challengers are part of their plan, and there will be more tricks later."
"We can see the trend in government affairs. Humph, you are so impatient." The boy tapped the table calmly and said, "What about other things?"
The intelligence officer behind him lowered his head and hesitated for a moment: "As for Zhongli... I still can't find any information about him. There is no information about the race he mentioned... either."
The Dragon Clan...
Even with his terrifying intelligence network, he still has no clue. Could it be that this is really some hidden family?
Shen Qianluo pondered with a bit of doubt, and lowered his eyes silently. He heard his subordinates hesitate for a second and asked behind him: "Master, those traitors and accomplices we caught..."
All the words that followed were swallowed by the look that the god gave him in an instant. The subordinate lowered his head tremblingly, and gritted his teeth to endure the glance of the golden eyes that could be called a miracle. He received an indifferent answer, "Such a trivial matter also requires asking the god? I never want useless things."
"Kill."
"Yes."