wear it lord god

Chapter 2653 Visit
The menu wasn't brought to me; it was presented as a page.

Come to think of it, even if this place isn't much more advanced, it's at least keeping up with the times.

You can use your mind to flip through the pages by lightly tapping with your fingers, but at this moment, you should take the easy way out and use your mind more than your fingers.

After flipping through a few pages, she suddenly felt like a poor person, looking at the menu and comparing prices, feeling that everything was expensive. The pastries next to her cost thirty to fifty points per plate. She remembered the steamed cakes she used to buy for one or two points at a street corner. It was like heaven and earth.

Recalling the scene and the main deity with whom I ate, it took me a long time to come back to my senses. Looking at the menu again, I suddenly felt it was all tasteless, so I randomly ordered crab roe and moth-whisker pastries and coconut milk sago pudding.

Suddenly, a fluffy creature jumped to her side. Turning her head, she saw that the white-haired, blue-eyed creature was Duan Fusheng.

She quite likes cats, dogs, and small animals, but this thing isn't what it seems; it's a ferocious beast. When it transforms into its true form, it's bigger and more terrifying than a tiger. Just like a giant python, although powerful, it's nothing compared to a dragon or a jiao.

"What are you doing here?" she asked weakly. She didn't want to argue with this guy.

Duan Fusheng didn't transform into human form. Instead, he sat down, his fluffy tail circling around his feet: "I've come to see you. Don't look like you don't want to see me."

She rolled her eyes slightly: "You probably don't want to see me either. What does your supreme god want to know? Just say it!"

It must have been Xie Anci's doing to force Duan Fusheng to come see her. After all, her status was different now; it was inconvenient for the main god, but much easier for the system.

"Perhaps the reason why the God-King values ​​you is because you have self-awareness." Duan Fusheng, in his cat form, spoke with a coquettish tone: "Seeing that you are doing well, I can go back to report."

She softened her tone as much as possible, a faint smile on her face: "Goodbye, don't bother seeing me out."

"Don't be so heartless." Duan Fusheng's little mouth moved as he spoke, and if one didn't know what his true form was, he would be quite adorable: "This silly boy is very sad and hasn't recovered yet. For the sake of our past relationship, can you comfort him?"

Past affections? She laughed. Almost got her head blown off, yet still following Yi Chen to chase after her?
If they hadn't been relentlessly pursued, they wouldn't have used the God as a pretext, jumping from one pit into another.

"Hey, tell me the truth, who do you like? Aside from the God, every goddess would love him."

That's something you can't help loving, just like an emperor. Who would dare risk having their entire clan wiped out by arguing with someone and say they don't love them?

Xi Ning sighed softly: "Go back and tell your main god that I was spoiled by Mo Ming and have become a heartless person."

If even a god can be emotionless and without desire, then she can use that as an excuse; being emotionless is better than being too sentimental.

Duan Fusheng turned his head slightly, showing his profile: "That's a good reason."

At this moment, a maid came in carrying a tray. Duan Fusheng glanced at it and said, "Pack this up. I'll come and get it later."

"Yes~" The maid took the plate and went out again.

Duan Fusheng: "That should be more effective in calming this silly boy."

Imagine Duan Fusheng placing food in front of Xie Anci, saying that this is her favorite food, after all, she is the goddess of the God, and they are destined to be apart in this life, so they should just be ordinary friends or something like that.

If it were checked and it turned out that she was the one who paid the bill, Xie Anci would probably believe that Duan Fusheng had come to her place and would accept reality.

But this is the dessert my sister ordered, her coconut sago pudding. It hurts my heart.

Never mind, I've eaten their food before, so I'll just consider this a return gift.

Duan Fusheng: "This silly boy wants to know how you really feel about him, whether you've ever liked him, even just a little bit."

This is a bit difficult. Even though I've been through so much, amidst family feuds and national conflicts, I've rarely felt any affection.

He lowered his eyes for a long time before finally speaking after thinking it through. "If we disregard the divinity of the supreme god and consider the situation from the perspective of a mortal, what would I choose in this predicament?"

The Divine Lord is like a monarch, Xie Anci is like a nobleman, but because of Mo Ming's background, her situation is more complicated: either a remnant of the previous dynasty or a family member of a criminal.

Now the king has tacitly allowed the families of disgraced officials to become his women.

So there is only one choice... There is no choice, nor do we deserve to choose; we can only accept.

Nobles must either offer benefits that the monarch cannot refuse, or act like top-tier valves, forcing the monarch to reciprocate to some extent, or they should not even think about competing with the monarch for women.

She slowly said, "For me, being ruthless is actually a good thing. Being able to live better than before is my blessing."

Forget about feelings and love, just get lost. It's already a miracle I'm alive. My current situation is so awkward. My account started off like a complete disaster, worse than a new account. Don't mess with it.

Duan Fusheng was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand."

He stood up, turned around, then stopped, turning his head back: "This reason might fool my god, but it won't work on Yi Chen. Think of another reason. When I came over, I saw Zhou Rui coming this way, walking so slowly that I almost wanted to carry him over."

He then jumped off the tatami mat and darted away in the blink of an eye. He should go get the packaged snacks and deliver them to his patron god.

Xi Ning lay on the soft couch, somewhat dazed. Zhou Rui had come over, just like Duan Fusheng, to speak for his own god.

Like Shangqing, Zhou Rui is a discerning listener who can hear one's thoughts; once a thought arises, nothing can be hidden.

Yi Chen, this god-like man as bright as the moon, had even done her a favor. From beginning to end, he was always restrained and polite, saving her life at a crucial moment and giving her hope. What was she supposed to do? She shouldn't have met him, she shouldn't have come to the rest area.

She reached out and removed the wooden hairpin from her head. The auspicious cloud and ruyi patterns on it were simple yet beautiful.

At that time, Yichen gave her an extremely valuable hairpin, which she returned, and then gave her this one instead. He carved and polished it himself. Even with a silver hairpin in her hair, she never took it off.

She knew all too well the meaning behind giving a hairpin as a gift… a vow to tie the knot and stay together until old age.

Most men in the world are fickle, and Yi Chen was no exception. But he had made a promise and been honest about his problems. At that time, he was weak and powerless, and to receive such courtesy and be saved was something he couldn't help but be grateful for. To say he wasn't moved would be a lie.

Zhou Rui's voice rang out from outside the bamboo curtain, his dark blue robe peeking out from the doorway: "Zhou Rui greets the goddess."

She quickly tucked the wooden hairpin back into her hair bun: "Please come in."

The bamboo curtain was lifted, and Zhou Rui walked in, bowing to her and saying, "Greetings, Goddess."

"No need for such formalities, it only makes us seem distant." She smiled and gestured to another soft couch on the side: "It's been a long time, please sit for a while."

Needless to say, standing and looking up is tiring. Zhou Rui had already bowed, thanked him, and sat down on the soft couch.

No one spoke after that, and the room was very quiet. Xining simply closed her eyes.

The elegant white smoke no longer rose from the incense burner; the incense had burned out.

Zhou Rui got up, walked to the incense burner, knelt down in an ancient posture, opened the lid, and began to remake the incense using the tools beside him.

Incense, arranged in auspicious cloud shapes, was placed inside the stove. After being lit, the stove lid was closed, and the same fragrant white smoke rose up again.

Zhou Rui stood up, one hand pressing down on the hem of his robe, his posture composed and elegant. Yet this system, whose temperament was no less than that of a male god, was willing to prioritize suppressing dust.

Xi Ning took the hairpin off again and handed it over: "Please return this to Young Master Yun. I will always remember his kindness."