wear it lord god

Chapter 2615 Confiscated
She leaned against the tree trunk, turned her head to look, and smiled slightly upwards, her eyes seemingly scrutinizing her.

...Then he flew away and was never seen again.

To capture this moment, he drafted the sketch more than ten times, carefully considering each draft, and painted it seven times before he was satisfied. It took him a week, making it the longest painting he ever did.

Looking at this uninvited guy who clearly coveted his paintings, Bruce was wary, but he couldn't help but take a closer look.

His family lineage has always been noble and pure, and his appearance, like his wealth, is an enviable asset.

Compared to the person in front of him, he actually felt guilty. The other person was not white, but his height and appearance surpassed his own.

"Who are you?" Bruce's words were immediately translated into Chinese, the common language of their home planet, via a translator.

He never intended to stay on his home planet for long, so he didn't download it to the chip inside his body.

Bruce felt even more pressured when the other person turned around and looked at him.

This man has a very good temperament. As an aristocrat, Bruce received relevant education from a young age. His appearance, demeanor, every move, even drinking water and eating, were repeatedly practiced to develop muscle habits. Therefore, people in the circle can tell at a glance who comes from a noble family and who is a nouveau riche with no foundation.

Perhaps only gods could have such an appearance and such an aura.

“Qiming, or Chengtian Rensheng.” Qiming said calmly, “Or simply Sage.”

"Benevolent and holy..." Bruce was stunned. It really was a god.

Qiming turned to look at the painting: "It's very well painted." He was very satisfied.

Bruce tentatively asked, "Who is she?" He still didn't know which deity she was.

Qi Ming's lips curled up slightly: "She is someone even I can only look up to."

Even gods can only look up to them?

Looking at Qiming, who was over two meters tall, slender yet powerful, with fair skin and a beautiful face—the epitome of Asian beauty—Bruce felt ashamed for the first time.

With a single gesture, Qiming collected the painting into his Qiankun bag. He then moved the painting next to it and collected them all into his bag as well.

"What are you doing?" Seeing his hard work vanish in the blink of an eye, disappearing into thin air, with no idea where it went, Bruce was both anxious and furious, and rushed over.

With a single finger, Qiming used a freezing spell to immobilize his opponent with ease.

Bruce struggled a few times, but his body remained motionless. He was both shocked and furious: "What did you do to me? Give me back the painting!"

With his hands behind his back, Qiming spoke slowly and calmly, in a very official manner: "According to the laws of our home planet, without the authorization of the Nine Heavens Blessed Land, no individual may privately produce any items related to deities, including statues, tablets, talismans, and so on. These are illegal, and I, on behalf of the Nine Heavens Blessed Land, confiscate them all."

"What do you mean 'illegal'? Which goddess did I paint? If you can't say, you're a robber! Give me back the painting!" Bruce shouted angrily. This behavior is no different from a capitalist using these high-sounding reasons to commit robbery.

"You want to alert the housekeeper downstairs to call the police?" Qiming slowly approached, standing right in front of Bruce, looking down at the furious man. "I'm already being merciful by not killing you. If I were to cripple your hands and eyes now and issue a blacklist, who would dare to treat you? That would be defying the gods. Tell me, even with a hefty reward, how many would dare to treat you?"

The gods here are the highest beings on the home planet, and no other immigrant planet dares to interfere in the affairs of the home planet.

Fear, ironically, calmed Bruce down. This was the right of someone in a position of power, a tactic he, as a high-ranking nobleman, had long since mastered. Crying and cursing would get him nothing; it would only be a sign of incompetence.

He took a deep breath and adopted a business-like tone: "Leave me one, you name the price." Since Jiutian Fudi sells statues of gods, it must require money.

"He's certainly a clever fellow. As the old saying goes, 'A wise man submits to circumstances.'" Qi Ming's lips curled into a smile, tinged with admiration. "It's best not to keep him. It's better to forget him; it'll be good for you." Bruce looked intently at Qi Ming. "If it were you, would you forget him?"

Qiming slowly suppressed his emotions, his entire being radiating coldness: "Do you want me to erase this memory for you?"

"No, no!" Bruce's eyes widened in terror, his pupils contracted sharply, and his green eyes became even fainter. "Please, or I'd rather die!"

He had indeed fallen in love, and quite deeply at that… Qiming narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and chose the final decision from among several options: “In exchange, I will solve your current troubles for you. Don’t make the same mistake again. If you can’t help it, then pay the price.”

For humanity, 90% of problems cannot be solved with money. The remaining 10% require a great deal of money.

As long as there's enough money, both parties are willing to hit and be hit, and as long as no one is killed, it's acceptable.

As expected, the gods know everything... Bruce quietly looked at Qiming, his pupils had returned to normal, and his eyeballs trembled slightly as he thought.

After a moment, Bruce's voice trembled slightly: "She came to kill me?"

"It shouldn't be." Qiming had pondered this question repeatedly over the past month and reached the conclusion: "It's just a coincidence. Humans are like ants in her eyes. You should be glad that she is kind."

Unable to resist, she used the pad of her index finger to weigh Bruce's chin, as if she were appraising merchandise or a pet: "You also like beautiful things."

Looking at Bruce's face, despite its flaws, Qiming had to admit that such a appearance still surpassed that of most humans.

But that alone is not enough; it's not even enough to aspire to the status of an ordinary deity.

The fairy who was obsessed with love in the past was one in a thousand exceptions. After being reborn, her memories of her past life disappeared, and her obsession with love was cured. She cleaned the main temple for over seven hundred years, performed well, and was returned to her original position.

Recalling their first meeting, the Supreme God remarked that he was more handsome than Qi Bin, and Qi Ming couldn't help but smile again. The Supreme God truly had a great fondness for beauty.

"Ants...?" Bruce's eyes seemed to dim. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Then what are gods in her eyes?"

This question is asked to confirm something.

This clever and cunning human is trying to trick him into revealing information... Qiming didn't say anything and planned to leave.

Seeing the other person turn away, Bruce decided to go all out: "Tell me, let me give up completely, and I'll leave. Otherwise, I'll go to the temple and die!"

Not only is that crazy woman willing to die, he's sick now too, lovesick, and he's willing to die too, he'd rather die, really die!

Qiming sighed deeply, turning his back to him. His tall figure blocked the view of the fallen osmanthus blossoms outside the terrace.

"She said that Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. In her eyes, gods are nothing but tools." She said this several times, a thousand years before his birth, when this planet was about to be destroyed, she told Qibin this.

Bruce mustered his courage: "You love her too, don't you?"

"Stop thinking about it." Qiming turned his head and gave him a cold glance out of the corner of his eye.

Before leaving, he left these last words: "The love of ants? Imagine an insect coming up to you and professing its love..."

Very calm, without a trace of emotion, yet one can sense a sense of disdain.

Qiming returned to the sacred mountain, took out a painting from his Qiankun bag, admired it for a long time, then took out another one... His eyes were filled with unspoken emotions, and finally he smiled with satisfaction.

This month's wait was worthwhile.