After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 8

Xinghui’s body tensed.

 

Unaware, Yuanyuan made a muffled sound and then looked up at Xinghui.

 

The small deity’s face turned pale, unsure if he was frightened by the tremor. With the shaking, a tuft of dumb hair among his soft curls swayed up and down, moving slightly with his body’s sway.

 

Captivated by the movement of that tuft, Yuanyuan felt a gentle bump in his heart, temporarily ignoring the sensation on top of his head. However, he couldn’t quite grasp what this feeling was.

 

When the shaking subsided, Yuanyuan’s voice came from below.

 

“Had enough squeezing?”

 

Xinghui blinked, calmly retracting his hand.

 

Yuanyuan let go of the slender small deity, watching him stand properly. He stared at Xinghui with an ambiguous smile. Unable to resist, he reached up and touched the horn on his head.

 

A demon’s characteristic feature is the horn on their head. Higher-level demons also have wings, but Yuanyuan finds them troublesome and usually keeps them folded. Only the dark red pointed horn on his right temple is exposed, just as flamboyant and unrestrained as he is.

 

However, the sensation of having the hard horn squeezed was indeed strange. Despite Yuanyuan’s warm body temperature, demon horns are typically icy cold. The small deity’s hands, while colder, felt warmer than the demon’s horn.

 

Growing up, Yuanyuan never imagined that he’d one day have his horn touched by a weakling deity. After the small deity tidied himself up from the messy state, there was a faint fragrance lingering on him, reminiscent of some elegant wood.

 

Yuanyuan raised his eyes and looked at the stunned small deity.

 

Clearly, he took advantage, yet after Yuanyuan touched his horn, the small deity seemed to be deeply impacted. His lifeless black eyes drooped, his vibrant lips pursed, and he stared at his own hand.

 

What’s with that look?

 

Does he need time to savor the moment?

 

Yuanyuan lowered his head, half of his face concealed in the shadows, with faint contours that appeared sharp and dangerous.

 

“What are you thinking?”

 

“Such a small horn.”

 

Xinghui was still feeling the sensation when, unintentionally, he blurted out the words.

 

Two seconds later.

 

Xinghui looked up:!

 

Yuanyuan chuckled, his tone cool.

 

“You felt quite a lot with just that touch.”

 

Other demons present couldn’t help but glance at Xinghui.

 

This small deity looks extremely frail, is he really this fierce?

 

On the second day of arriving in the desolate galaxy, he already stirred up trouble with Yuanyuan, the tyrant.

 

Sense of crisis!

 

Xinghui could feel his heart pounding.

 

After a moment, he asked in a soft and puzzled voice, “Do the horns of your demon race have any special significance?”

 

The deity remained calm, composed—dumb hair swaying.

 

But the atmosphere was somewhat peculiar and tense at this moment.

 

In the end, Yuanyuan couldn’t help but sneer.

 

“It’s nothing special. Where were we? Can you see the locations of those ores?”

 

Xinghui looked up, ‘glancing back’ at him.

 

“Coincidentally, this afternoon we’re going to the mining area. Would you mind joining us?”

 

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Xinghui’s figure disappeared into the door with Yin Fan.

 

Xiya smiled gracefully and amicably, but there was a hint of teasing.

 

“Boss, are we just going to let this provocation slide?”

 

Some onlookers who enjoyed a good spectacle whispered in the crowd: “Boss, if it were me, I couldn’t bear it.”

 

Demon horns indeed hold special significance for the demon race.

 

Yuanyuan has a sharply attractive face, and his demon horns are also a particularly small type within the demon race.

 

Moreover, the demon race has a certain trend. It’s unclear who spread the rumor, but they say that the larger the horns, the stronger the overall abilities. In earlier years, Yuanyuan was often ridiculed for his small horns, but those who mocked him ended up disappearing without a trace.

 

Later, the trend of comparing who had the larger demon horns emerged.

 

Until Xinghui appeared.

 

The delicately beautiful deity with tender and smooth skin would blush at the slightest exposure to the hot light. Yet, he dared to taunt Yuanyuan about his small horns.

 

Oh, the audacity of the divine!

 

The troublemaker was hiding in the crowd, holding back laughter.

 

However, Yuanyuan squinted his eyes, took two or three steps into the crowd, and casually kicked the troublemaker out of the group.

 

The troublemaker stumbled a few steps and tried to hide.

 

Yuanyuan chuckled, “Except for Huanzi, who will stay and organize the mining team, the rest of you get your asses out of here and clean up the aftermath. If you don’t work well, I might as well remove your horns.”

 

*

 

Xinghui has already been brought back to the room by Yin Fan.

 

Yin Fan is now standing at the door, frowning, observing the deity’s face that turned slightly red under the intense light.

 

The light source in the desolate galaxy is coarser and more direct than that in the alliance. The radiation intensity is far greater here.

 

When Xinghui arrived yesterday afternoon, the heat had dissipated, so it didn’t affect him much. However, standing outside in broad daylight, his skin became sensitive after just a short while.

 

Too delicate!

 

He’s really too fragile!

 

Can a deity like this still expect to gain believers?

 

Yin Fan, as usual, ‘degraded’ Xinghui in her mind.

 

And then, she became more certain.

 

No, he can’t go out like this. She needs to prepare some medication to soothe the effects of the intense light radiation!

 

The door was closed, and the imposing presence disappeared.

 

The military doctor with the consistently icy tone finally left.

 

After listening for a moment, Xinghui finally slumped his shoulders, took a deep breath, and leaned back, collapsing into the bed under the covers.

 

Two seconds later.

 

He reached out to grab the pillow beside him and rolled it around with a cold face before finally stopping.

 

He relaxed for a moment, lifted his head, and his pale complexion became even more pronounced.

 

Those demon beings are indeed frightening; they even considered throwing him into the cosmic storm!

 

And he actually touched Yuanyuan’s horns!!!

 

Damn it.

 

Why does he feel like he’s constantly creating obstacles for himself to safely leave this place?

 

Is there any kind-hearted soul who believes in a deity to come and take him away, help the demon race find energy mines? He’s done such a great deed; there should be some reward, right?

 

He just wants to find a system with believers, why is it so difficult?

 

When he calmed down, he remembered the unusual touch on his head.

 

A rebellious and free-spirited tuft of hair emerged from the center of his scalp.

 

Xinghui’s face changed, he sat up straight, and reached out to try and hide this strand of hair.

 

He didn’t suspect when this strand of hair appeared; he had been hiding it for several years, very experienced.

 

He recalled when he was first born; he couldn’t see himself, so he didn’t know what he looked like.

 

While others were praising the golden hair and golden eyes of the Moon Clan, which matched the aesthetic preferences of the Kela race, he secretly hoped that he could have a look that needed protection from believers, gain strong faith, and protect them in the cosmic storm. However, two years passed, and no one truly believed in him.

 

Later, he learned from Yuejian that he wasn’t liked due to his black hair, black eyes, and the rebellious tuft of hair.

 

“Hey? Hasn’t anyone told my brother? Brother’s eyes and hair are all jet black, and the tuft of hair on top keeps swaying. I think it’s quite cute, makes my brother look a bit silly.”

 

For a deity, cute and silly aren’t positive descriptions.

 

While Xinghui was trying hard to suppress that stubborn tuft of hair.

 

The door lock clicked.

 

Author’s note:

 

Yuanyuan: He probably feels fearless, so he’s provoking me.

 

Xinghui: I’m done, I’m done, I’m done…

 

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