Chapter 347 Love
The scattered soldier regretted it.
If he had known earlier that getting the reward from the gods would result in such a ridiculous scene, he would never have allowed Shen Qianluo to drag him through random transformations.
Yes, this can probably be called a transformation.
Shen Qianluo grabbed him forcibly and installed a pair of claws like Apep's on his hands.
...Speaking of this claw, it really looks like a cabbage caterpillar.
“…Is this what you call the aesthetics of God?” He endured it again and again, the cross on his head jumping up and down. Finally, the soldier couldn’t stand it anymore and threw his hand away. “Change it, or can’t you even make a human hand?!”
It was limp and chubby, and with the idea of resistance it suddenly shook into an elegant arc, almost hanging to the ground like a grass leaf, and was held in Shen Qianluo's hand, looking like a dedicated salesperson.
"How can human hands be as strong as dragon claws? It's better to use this one made by Apep. You will get used to it over time and I guarantee you will be satisfied."
"Not bad, it looks good." Apep, who was squatting next to him, nodded and praised. "Why can't my hands be used well? It's just a small puppet. Don't look down on a race that was once the enemy of God."
Shen Qianluo encouraged with a smile: "Yes, yes, Mr. Executive may not understand the deep meaning of the gods now, but one day, he will definitely understand the good intentions hidden in it."
Apep raised six of his hands in agreement: "A reliable child like Qianluo, Aunt Cao will support you no matter what you do."
Skirmisher:…
"…If you really dote on him, let him change his hands to something like this. Maybe Xiao Shen will be happier. I don't want to say it again. I don't want to…"
"It's an idea that has never been tried before." He saw Shen Qianluo suddenly return his gaze to his fair and delicate fingertips, with the corners of his mouth raised in an eager arc, as if he was going to do what he said and cut off his hands in a second.
"As expected of a genius chosen by the Ice God, I will temporarily let the executive officer who succeeded in the grafting give it a try and let the God have a try~"
"You say, if I replace my hands, wouldn't I be able to do something strange to Ali..."
Apep's movements paused.
Skirmisher: ...? ?
"Wait a moment!"
The startled soldier hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, but Shen Qianluo's movements were too fast, and the claws that he had not yet had time to familiarize himself with were too soft, and he unexpectedly wrapped around the boy's wrist, and swung out in an arc with a "snap", pulling Shen Qianluo over unexpectedly.
The set of movements was as smooth as flowing water...even though that was not his original intention.
The skirmisher froze.
I don’t know how many sensitive cells there are on Apep’s claws. The wrists of my hands wrapped in them are slightly cool, and as soft as I imagined. The delicate skin is smooth when touched, and I can feel the boy’s lingering body temperature.
"So there is such a function." On the contrary, Shen Qianluo, who was rolled up like a cabbage, raised his eyebrows and said "oh my", without any panic. He even turned his head slightly to observe with interest in the crowd. I don't know what he thought of, and his spirit under the shadow of his eyelashes became even more intense.
"Let go quickly and watch the gods show their skills—"
Immediately afterwards, another soft and warm Apep-style claw wrapped around his waist. The thick leaves almost rolled up the boy, and at the moment when Shen Qianluo looked puzzled, he was thrown to the ground by the scattered soldiers, who were perched on the ground from a high position, and then he went up.
To be honest... like horns, cough insects, cough cough hands.
But looking at the deity's posture, he seemed completely innocent and harmless.
Unfortunately, that's just a boring disguise.
"You can easily burn me to ashes, even in the blink of an eye. Therefore, you are not afraid of any of my actions."
Looking down, his indigo eyes were completely immersed in the shadows. Sanbing's tone remained aloof and calm, his hair falling from his ears. "You were eager to get the hands I had, so you didn't resist my surprise attack—"
"Maybe you don't hate me, but I hate you, Xiao Shen."
Looking at Shen Qianluo, she seemed to be full of interest, but deep in her eyes there was a coldness without any emotion. She raised her eyes lightly, her silver hair was slightly messy, but she was as elegant as usual.
I hate the way you pretend to be harmless and innocent again and again in front of me who hates lies the most;
I hate the way you took my hand without a care, walked side by side with me on the streets of Xumi, and put a hairpin on me;
I hate that you destroyed my dream of becoming a god in the midst of a joke, but you took me to a desert full of inhuman beings with the most curious reason.
I hate your words and actions flooding into my eyes, like an absurd dream, teaching me to understand...
It turns out that gods can be so kind and forgiving. It turns out that gods are not perfect and high above. It turns out that gods...
It can also be caused by coughing, coughing on the body, and coughing down.
However, for Shen Qianluo, even if it was just a fun or a careless charity, he would rush to it just like the cells on his fingertips were clamoring at that moment... and would enjoy it.
I want to bully him, I want to destroy him, I want to tear off his ridiculous disguise, I want him to look directly into my eyes and pour out his true loneliness——
The scattered soldiers were picked up by the Red King.
The layers of vegetable leaves entangled on his body were curled up and pulled away layer by layer. Shen Qianluo sat up slightly, sighing with a look of regret, "The children hate me", and the next moment, he suddenly met the gaze of Chi Wang who came close to him.
"I never thought that you would be the one left in the end."
Shen Qianluo restrained his coaxing expression and looked at him calmly, but his eyes wavered slightly, and he could not understand the deep affection in the other's eyes. "You and I have already broken up about the matter of the flower god in the past. There is no need to play the role of forgiveness now."
“…deliberate murder?” The magnetic voice so close caused the space to tremble. The young man had a handsome face, a high nose bridge, and sunken eye sockets that made the charm of his eyes even more compelling.
The scarlet cloak fell to the ground as he knelt on one knee. He stared into the boy's eyes stubbornly and repeated the question he had asked before.
Silver hair outlined a soft arc in the tilted head posture. Shen Qianluo looked at him, and his delicate face did not reveal any hidden emotions. Wen Wen whispered softly like a sigh: "Yes... I murdered her."
"No, you're lying."
But unexpectedly, when the young man's rough hand with thin calluses touched his cheek, Shen Qianluo suddenly glanced at him. Chi Wang's straightforwardness always made him a little difficult to answer.
"You didn't harm her. She was the one who actively sought death... and you gave her the abyss."
The body slowly leaned forward, and the dark shadow cast by the Scarlet King almost covered the boy's slender calves. His tone was slightly fluctuating, and his dark golden pupils revealed an unprecedented determination, "Young Master's power is to grant or deprive others of power. But the premise of granting is that you have fully mastered this power yourself."
"It is you who is bearing the pollution of the abyss, hiding it from me and creating an illusion, making the heavens think that the power of the abyss controlled by you is the pollution of forbidden knowledge produced after the death of the flower god. Therefore, the grass dragon will not be polluted after swallowing her body, but will increase its strength greatly, but will not show it."
"So, Buyer pretended to be exhausted from processing forbidden knowledge and fell asleep, but he was actually executing our plan in the dark. So I used the Divine Power of Heaven that you gave me to offset the pollution, so I didn't die, but successfully merged with the Divine Power."
“Hmm…” Shen Qianluo looked away very lightly, speaking a little inappropriately, as if he was trying hard to think of how to get through this long conversation, but was eventually taken advantage of by the other party.
"My Lord, you have never told me these things, but in these thousands of years of remembrance, I have also understood my true meaning——"
The next second, a hot breath suddenly spread to the tip of his nose, a scent that was like lotus but not lotus, refreshing and pleasant. The silver hair slid from the Red King's shoulders and fell into the boy's loose collar. He slowly approached his nose, his eyes filled with focused fascination.
"I like you, Master Qianluo. I can say with certainty that I like you very much..."
The Red King was picked up by Zhongli.