After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 76

Xinghui made a promise.

 

He saw Yuanyuan’s face turn green.

 

The next second, the demon might very well explode in anger and beat up the divine fragment.

 

Quickly, Xinghui reached out and scooped up the “brave” little fragment, holding it close.

 

He scooped up the fragment and backed away, no longer trying to pull Yuanyuan’s hand. The divine fragment struggled, still intent on “beating up” this disrespectful follower, but Xinghui held it firmly in his arms.

 

*Alright, alright, how did you become so bold?*

 

*You’re just a fragment; you finally managed to merge into one piece. Do you really want to rush at Yuanyuan and get shattered again?*

 

Yuanyuan was still injured, and he had just confessed his feelings. Yet here he was, watching as the little deity backed away with the divine fragment, holding it and pointing at its face.

 

Since their greatest secret had already been revealed, and with no one else around, Xinghui allowed himself to relax for once. His voice lightened, even taking on a teasing tone.

 

“Don’t go provoking him. Look at his face; if he catches you, he might just eat you.”

 

The divine fragment was, in truth, just a form of energy. It was naturally attracted to Xinghui’s aura, drawn to him, and its power had grown as the fragments merged. But its understanding was still quite limited.

 

Right now, it was in one of its more active and perceptive phases. And one thing was clear: the divine fragment took Xinghui’s words to heart, deeply believing them.

 

It didn’t even notice Xinghui’s playful tone.

 

Divine Fragment: !

 

*Eat the fragment?!*

 

The little fragment trembled.

 

*B-B-B-B-Bold!*

 

*How dare he! He even wants to eat the fragment!*

 

*This is a dangerously disrespectful person! I must protect Xinghui—*

 

Even as it thought this, the little fragment couldn’t break free from Xinghui’s grip after hearing that Yuanyuan might eat it. It only cautiously poked half of itself out from Xinghui’s hand, flashing wildly as if trying to blind Yuanyuan.

 

But while its intentions were noble, reality was much less effective.

 

Xinghui couldn’t even keep his eyes open from the flashing light, so he quickly pressed the fragment back into his body before it could react.

 

The blinding pale golden light, which had been even more intense than Yuanyuan’s mental energy, finally disappeared, and Xinghui let out a long breath.

 

Having been interrupted by the divine fragment, the strange feeling of pity he had toward Yuanyuan moments ago was pushed down.

 

Besides, he still had time to strip off Yuanyuan’s clothes, and it seemed like Yuanyuan wasn’t seriously injured.

 

The deity raised his hand—Zhao Xiyuan was already dead, and his domain had completely dissipated. Xinghui’s mental power spread out again, carefully probing the stored mental energy of the merfolk.

 

He had to admit, the structure of this space was quite solid. It seemed to have been prepared for a long time, reinforced by Zhao Xiyuan’s ability.

 

If Xinghui’s mental power had been like that of the gods before him, no matter how much faith he had, he would have been easily controlled within this area.

 

The idea of imprisoning a god was indeed bold.

 

But one had to admit, it could have been very effective.

 

Xinghui imagined that scenario and clicked his tongue, his expression cooling again.

 

His mental power had already recorded the fluctuations in this space, and now the little deity’s mental power meticulously searched every inch, trying to find a way out.

 

Meanwhile, Yuanyuan nonchalantly stepped over Zhao Xiyuan’s corpse.

 

This kind of humiliating action was something he did with both flair and ease, as if it were intentional, showing no sign of letting the dead man off just because he was dead.

 

Xinghui glanced at the footprints on Zhao Xiyuan’s body.

 

*Good, it seems demons don’t believe in respecting the dead.*

 

Of course, from Yuanyuan’s perspective, this man had tried to imprison Xinghui right in front of him and sought to take his place. Even dying like this was too easy for him.

 

If not for his ability, Yuanyuan would have had countless ways to torment this troublesome man.

 

It wasn’t until Yuanyuan walked up to him that Xinghui lifted his gaze.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Do you think I want to eat the fragment?”

 

The demon’s lips curled into a smile.

 

Blood was still clinging to him, and his gaze fixated on Xinghui’s back, his expression visibly agitated.

 

Although he hadn’t yet mentioned Xinghui’s injuries, he hadn’t seen them with his own eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off Xinghui, thinking he was injured so badly. He wanted to just pick up Xinghui and carry him out without letting him touch anything.

 

“I don’t want to eat the fragment.”

 

Xinghui was already used to his intense gaze. As he noticed his military cap on the ground by the wall, he casually started walking over to pick it up.

 

His tone was relaxed.

 

“Then what do you want to eat? Stop messing around. Take a break; I’m almost done finding the way out. We’ll be out of here soon.”

 

There was no one else around, just Yuanyuan, who had seen almost all of him. Xinghui had no reservations.

 

The little deity happily moved toward his cap, where he had hidden the lock of hair.

 

He mentally reviewed everything that had happened today.

 

Even though things had taken an unexpected turn with Yuanyuan, today’s deity had remained authoritative, decisive, and full of charm!

 

Good, keep it up.

 

His approach was correct. As long as he kept going, resolved the issue with the merfolk, everything should get back on track.

 

His power was strong enough now; he could even withstand part of the storm. He should be able to quickly deal with most of the pollution in the galaxy, so the demons wouldn’t have to live in contaminated environments, suffering from genetic diseases.

 

When that time comes—

 

Xinghui had only taken a couple of steps when he felt a sudden tug at his collar. He paused, realizing that if he took another step, the force might pull his shirt tight against his throat. Xinghui’s relaxed smile faded as he prepared to turn around, only to feel a chill on his back where he had recently been bruised, and the pain flared up again.

 

Xinghui squinted his eyes and turned to look behind him.

 

Yuanyuan had already moved behind him, unable to resist the urge to carefully pull open Xinghui’s collar. His dark red eyes scanned the area like a searchlight.

 

He looked just like a “dumb dog.”

 

“It’s bruised.”

 

Yuanyuan’s voice soon turned a bit cold with dissatisfaction. The tall demon’s stance also grew more dangerous as his gaze swept over Zhao Xiyuan, who was lying on the ground. He continued speaking to Xinghui.

 

“You’re bleeding.”

 

When he had pulled back Xinghui’s shirt, he had clearly noticed the sticky sensation and faint scent of blood.

 

Yuanyuan had always known that Xinghui’s body was delicate, so much so that intense sunlight could burn him. When Xinghui had first arrived, Yuanyuan had even teasingly called him a little porcelain vase.

 

And just now, that guy had directly thrown Xinghui out.

 

Recalling that moment, Yuanyuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of red.

 

He wasn’t really sure how to release these emotions. All he knew was that what he wanted to do now was definitely not something a normal person would do.

 

He sighed again, feeling like Zhao Xiyuan had died too easily.

 

“Don’t make this bruise into some shining example of your night vision ability. It’s just a bump,” Xinghui said, a bit exasperated. 

 

“I’m not that fragile.”

 

He shifted his body slightly, trying to avoid Yuanyuan’s hand, his expression growing impatient.

 

“You’ve already seen it, okay? Deal with it later. And don’t even think about trying to stick a bandage on my back through this gap.”

 

He had almost been choked just now, and now Yuanyuan was trying to reach behind him again.

 

Xinghui stopped him, feeling like this guy had some husky genes—he always seemed to cause trouble without realizing it.

 

Finally, Yuanyuan gave up.

 

But at that moment, the two of them were very close due to their earlier “struggle.”

 

When Xinghui looked up, he was met with Yuanyuan’s dark red eyes.

 

His intense body heat was comforting to the mentally exhausted Xinghui.

 

Xinghui didn’t move, and Yuanyuan kept talking, “We demons don’t eat random things.”

 

Knocking on someone’s skull sounds, but that silly little fragment actually believed demons could eat fragments.

 

Xinghui, who had once believed demons ate gods, blinked his eyes.

 

“I want to eat you.”

 

This guy, ever since he believed he was Xinghui’s top follower, had been shamelessly shooing everyone else away. Now that he realized what was really going through his mind, he was even less restrained. Or maybe demons never had those kinds of subtle thoughts. The fact that Yuanyuan cared for Xinghui this much was already his attempt at being restrained, but his words were still wildly inappropriate.

 

Xinghui knew Yuanyuan hadn’t really considered it, but he kept trying to push Xinghui.

 

“Will you let me eat you?”

 

Xinghui: …

 

“Demons eating gods—did that rumor start because you guys always say such nonsense?”

 

It was just like with the divine fragment; he thought he was joking, but the fragment took it seriously.

 

“Is there really such a legend?”

 

Yuanyuan didn’t pay much attention to Alliance rumors, and Xinghui hadn’t shared the various reasons he had wanted to escape. What was well-known across the galaxy was that demons didn’t have faith, so Yuanyuan had never delved into it.

 

Yuanyuan’s curiosity was piqued.

 

But Xinghui was getting annoyed.

 

The tuft of hair on his head swayed slightly.

 

He was also a man, and he had to admit, it was comfortable—especially since he hadn’t said it out loud. But for a deity like Xinghui, Yuanyuan’s body temperature, once adjusted to, felt like a cozy heater. After spending enough time there, it always made Xinghui so comfortable he could drift off to sleep. But why was he always the one making the first move?

 

Xinghui didn’t move.

 

“Yuanyuan.”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you all talk? Can you actually do it?”

 

Yuanyuan’s pupils contracted slightly.

 

And in the next moment—

 

Heat surged forward, fierce and forceful, filled with a desperate desire to express obsession and affection, their breaths intertwining.

 

Xinghui grabbed his clothes, narrowing his eyes.

 

When this is all over—well, maybe he could ask his devout top follower what his wishes were.

 

—But that would take too long.

 

Xinghui was getting a little breathless from Yuanyuan’s embrace.

 

For a moment, the little deity felt like going back on his word.

 

He raised a hand and firmly pushed Yuanyuan’s face to the side, pushing him away slightly.

 

“Enough.”

 

In Yuanyuan’s eyes:

 

The usually cold-faced youth was now leaning against him, one hand supporting himself on Yuanyuan, with most of his weight pressing against him. His beautiful black eyes seemed to glisten with a bit of moisture, looking soft and pure, completely relaxed. Paired with Xinghui’s soft curls and the messy tuft of hair on his head, he looked like a harmless, adorable little creature.

 

But that feeling only lasted a moment.

 

Xinghui quickly steadied himself, glanced at his military cap lying on the ground, and pushed Yuanyuan away. His lips were still flushed, his face had returned to its normal color, but his eyes still showed signs of being dazed from Yuanyuan’s kiss. He didn’t want to move at all, his usually cool tone now lazily drawn out.

 

“Pick up my cap for me.”

 

Yuanyuan, having gotten what he wanted, was in a good mood, his injuries no longer bothering him. He walked over in a few quick strides to pick up Xinghui’s cap, only to hear Xinghui speak up again.

 

“I just found the exit.”

 

Yuanyuan paused, his expression a bit skeptical.

 

Just now?

 

While they were kissing?

 

Xinghui was still thinking about finding the exit?

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Xinghui: *Are you all talk? Can you actually do it?*

 

Yuanyuan: *He was distracted during the kiss?? I need to prove to my wife that I can do it, and I will, I absolutely will!!*

 

The divine fragment, sent back by Xinghui, [staring intently]: *Once I get out, I’m going to spread the word that he can’t do it!!*