wear it lord god

Chapter 2613 The Fox with Love
Since we're already here, why don't we just do it?

The woman will eventually return to the public eye. If the man dies unexpectedly, or is struck dead by lightning, it will be considered a judgment by the gods, upholding justice.

At this moment, the other party spoke, even though he was confident, he was still cautious: "Hello, my name is Bruce. Who are you and what is your name?"

Oh, I remember now, Bruce.

Xi Ning found it a little funny; was this considered flirting?
Seeing the other person hesitate, wanting to step onto the terrace but not daring to, they placed one hand on the door frame.

The landscape lighting shone on his face and hands, revealing his slender, fair fingers and white skin, with even the fine blood vessels visible beneath the skin.

Many people of this race feel their skin is too pale, so they sunbathe to darken their complexion. And because there aren't many planets where one can safely bask in the sun, only those with money and time can afford to go to a professional tanning facility each week to use a tanning machine for one or two hours.

His skin tone should be meticulously calculated to look very natural, rather than deliberately tanned.

When he leans forward slightly, anyone who isn't nearsighted by more than 500 degrees can see his handsome, mature face, brown hair, and deep green eyes. Besides, current technology has made it possible for humans to be nearsighted.

Xining casually tilted her head slightly, shifting it by only five or six degrees.

She has a good figure, good looks, and is rich. No wonder she can make women who already make excuses for themselves even more brainless as they climb into her bed.

It felt like encountering a fox with a nice appearance in the wild.

The fox was trying to please her, get to know her, and ideally get close to her, roll over, turn on its belly, and giggle.

"Um... can you come down? It's dangerous up there. Do you need me to help you down?"

Haha, that made me laugh.

Never mind, at most, this is just a case of foxes fighting foxes.

Killing the victorious fox is not something a just god should do.

There are far more terrifying and cruel things in the world, and even if judged by a human court, this guy doesn't deserve to die.

Xining leaped up and simultaneously became invisible, leaving the area.

"Hey~" Bruce chased after him, but could no longer find him.

A breeze blew by, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, mixed with fine golden petals, sprinkled down, leaving a lingering scent on the terrace.

He felt as if he had lost something, and returned to his room dejectedly.

Three months ago, I saw the news and learned that the woman went to the temple on her home planet to commit suicide, demanding that the gods uphold justice.

After making inquiries, it was learned that the woman had been rescued in time and survived. The lawsuit from a year ago has resurfaced. It seems the goddess from the mother planet has also become involved.

Although the appeal period has expired according to local law, he is running for a seat on the Cape Town B2 Immigrant Planet council. If the outcome proves unfavorable to him, he may be barred from politics for the rest of his life.

After a journey of nearly half a month, he arrived on his home planet a month ago and rented this house for a year as a clubhouse. The first and second floors are used for banquets and parties, the third and fourth floors are temporary guest rooms, and the fifth floor is his private residence.

Business is good, and there are also opportunities to deal with dignitaries from various immigrant planets who come to our home planet.

The most important thing is to find out information about the temple and the gods, and if something seems amiss, find a way to smooth things over. People need to be here to react more quickly.

After a month of inquiries and consulting historical records and classic texts, it was discovered that deities generally do not concern themselves with the affairs of mortals.

It can be managed entirely by ordinary people; the judicial and medical systems are also quite comprehensive and developed.

It's been almost a thousand years since anyone risked their life to plead at the temple; the last one was a paranoid individual. But this stupid woman is indeed sick.

He had expected tonight to be just another ordinary night. He was a little tired of the powerful and influential people at those parties, even though he was skilled at it and could be completely obsequious and flattering.

So he went up to the third floor to get some fresh air. The room opened onto a large terrace, next to which stood an osmanthus tree in full bloom. He liked to have tea on that terrace in the afternoon. Therefore, he decided not to rent out this room for the time being.

As soon as I opened the terrace door, I saw a figure on the osmanthus tree that was almost within reach.

She leaned against the tree trunk, the wind occasionally ruffling her white skirt and long black hair, dressed entirely in ancient style. Lazy and casual, she was more radiant than the moonlight and more fragrant than the osmanthus blossoms.

He initially thought it was another act orchestrated by some woman to entice him. But the moment she turned around, he knew it wasn't.

She was so beautiful, like the legendary laurel fairy.

They must be deities; mortals couldn't possibly possess such an immaculate, otherworldly aura. This is our home planet; it's not unusual for deities to appear on earth.

He didn't know what he said or did next; it was as if he had forgotten everything, yet it was also as if he hadn't forgotten anything at all.

She was deeply etched into his mind and soul, even if it was only for a few words; it was all like a dream.

Back in my room, I poured myself a glass of wine, took a sip, and looked out onto the terrace again, but the figure still hadn't appeared.

As I turned my gaze away, I happened to pass a drawing board placed to the side, on which were sketches of the local landscape.

He seemed to have a goal in mind. He put down his wine glass, walked to the composite image machine, and put the reading helmet on his head.

A short while later, a 3D image was generated, which was exactly what he had seen, although it was still a bit blurry.

This machine can generate things from memory, even things you just saw. When you retrieve them from memory, there's still a slight discrepancy.

As a doctor specializing in brain structure and memory, I can use self-hypnosis to alter parts of memories. When retrieving memories as evidence at the time…

Bruce went to get the easel, took down the nearly finished painting from it, and replaced it with a canvas specifically for oil painting. He then got the easel and paints, sketched out the outline, and began to paint. His eyes no longer looked at the 3D image; they were entirely focused on the canvas.

Since the advent of various devices that can record images, painting has become an expensive and time-consuming activity, much like musical instruments and handicrafts. Most wealthy people would rather spend their time learning to dance.

However, there are still a few people who like these time-consuming and expensive things. They like to paint because painting can capture things that do not exist in this world, or things that are fleeting and cannot be preserved, on the canvas.

Bruce held a paintbrush, dipped in valuable natural pigments, the kind that only natural mineral pigments could retain their color for hundreds of years.

At this moment, his green eyes shone like jewels, and his hands moved tirelessly across the canvas, allowing the indescribable beauty of his memories to gradually take shape on the canvas...

I'm so glad he liked it, because that's how we got the chance to capture such a beautiful scene.

After looking around, Xining decided to leave.

So I tried saying, "Your Excellency, High Minister."

"Hey~" Shangqing responded immediately, his voice echoing in my mind: "It's fine, but I advise you not to leave for now."

Ok?
……，……

Really? That's great!

Previously, the Dark System would have wanted her to get out of there immediately and not stay anywhere for long. The High Minister actually let her stay; I was incredibly touched.

The high-ranking official's voice was tinged with laughter: "You've just gotten yourself involved in karma; someone has fallen in love with you, and you have to take responsibility."

"Responsible for..." Xi Ning's expression was strange, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Which blind bastard has fallen for me? It couldn't be...

The high-ranking official said, "It's that fox."

Ugh, thinking about it, that makes sense. Only one person saw her just now.