After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 9

As Yuanyuan pushed open the door, he saw the little deity sitting on the edge of the bed, fingertips pressing on the jet-black strands of hair. Upon hearing the sound, his calm and cold face lifted, looking in this direction. At the same time, his fingertips slid down, and that eye-catching tuft of hair swayed again.

 

Yuanyuan: …

 

The ever-thinking-about-how-to-escape deity maintained a calm and composed expression. His pale face still bore the lingering blush caused by the intense light, and his voice remained serene.

 

“Demon race, is there something you need?”

 

While he held a high posture, it wouldn’t be surprising if he could actually find a new energy source for the demon race. However, unlike other demon beings who automatically imagined the deity to be mysterious and unfathomable, Yuanyuan squinted his eyes. He looked at the swaying tuft of hair and then at Xinghui’s beautiful face, forcing a fake smile.

 

“It’s nothing major. I came to bring you a cloak. When we set out, the light will be stronger, and your body might not withstand it.”

 

Something’s not right.

 

Yuanyuan couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he felt something was off.

 

He felt like the deity’s high and mighty demeanor wasn’t as pronounced as it seemed.

 

Especially when Yuanyuan noticed the subtle trembling of Xinghui’s eyelashes at the moment.

 

Is he feeling guilty?

 

Guilty about what?

 

Yuanyuan couldn’t pinpoint the feeling, but he just sensed that something wasn’t quite right.

 

He pulled off a fake smile and said, “It’s not a big deal. I came to bring you a cloak. The light will be stronger when we set out, and your delicate body might not handle it well.”

 

Something’s off.

 

Yuanyuan couldn’t quite describe the feeling.

 

But he just felt that something was off.

 

Especially when Yuanyuan discovered that Xinghui’s eyelashes were trembling subtly at the moment.

 

Is he feeling guilty?

 

Guilty about what?

 

Yuanyuan couldn’t pinpoint the feeling, but he just sensed that something wasn’t quite right.

 

He approached Xinghui without revealing his suspicions.

 

This young lord always carried himself with grandiosity, especially towards deities.

 

Just now, he casually played along with Xinghui’s words, only paying more attention when Xinghui mentioned his ability to see the energy sources. Naturally, he didn’t bother asking Xinghui what their spiritual energy looked like according to him.

 

Even though Xinghui was a deity, a deity stranded in the desolate star system was nothing more than a pastime for him. Xinghui was just a more exquisite plaything.

 

So, taking advantage of the fact that Xinghui couldn’t see, he walked lightly to Xinghui’s side, placed the cloak down, bent over, and brought his face closer to Xinghui’s face.

 

The deity’s complexion was delicate and pale, and his thick black lashes kept trembling. A teardrop hung at the corner of his slightly red eyes like a dewdrop on a vibrant flower.

 

Yuanyuan was momentarily stunned.

 

Crying?

 

He hadn’t even spoken yet.

 

But Xinghui’s hand had already lifted, his delicate brows furrowed as he found Yuanyuan’s direction.

 

That delicate and pale hand landed precisely next to Yuanyuan’s demon horn.

 

A strange sensation instantly surged.

 

This time, Yuanyuan reacted quickly. After slightly tilting his head, he raised his hand, with his tiger’s grip perfectly positioned just above Xinghui’s throat.

 

He didn’t deliberately hold back the force this time.

 

Xinghui let out a muffled groan, and the teardrop at the corner of his eye finally fell due to the impact.

 

The tiny droplet landed on the back of Yuanyuan’s hand, sending a slight tingling sensation, while in his palm, he could distinctly feel Xinghui’s throat moving up and down, indicating his pain.

 

“Lord Deity, sometimes it’s best not to overstep your bounds. If you go too far, I won’t entertain you.”

 

Yuanyuan didn’t move, wearing a ‘kind’ smile, but his dark red eyes showed no trace of warmth.

 

His personality was naturally bold and unrestrained, often labeled as a madman by others.

 

Madmen wouldn’t behave like normal people.

 

Even if he appeared respectful and humble, it was all an act.

 

If Xinghui proved useful, he didn’t mind putting on an act a bit longer.

 

But if it turned out to be pointless…

 

“Keep your spiritual energy in check.”

 

Xinghui’s complexion became even more delicate and pale, his voice low and edgy. He tightly grasped onto Yuanyuan’s demon horn, looking directly at him without any signs of backing down.

 

Yuanyuan paused for a moment.

 

“What?”

 

He didn’t use spiritual energy.

 

“I’m not the blind man you think I am. I can see your spiritual energy.”

 

The deity curled up the corners of his pale lips, his cold face now exuding a mocking tone.

 

“Your spiritual energy is formidable, I understand, but don’t get too close to me— it’s too glaring.”

 

He really—had been trying hard to maintain the dignity of a deity!!

 

Yuanyuan was momentarily stunned, still wearing a fake smile, but he withdrew his hand. He, who had always been bold and unrestrained, announcing the strength of his spiritual energy to the outside world, now restrained it slightly.

 

He finally understood what Xinghui meant.

 

Xinghui had freed himself from Yuanyuan’s constraints, coughing a few times while pressing his fingertips against the painful part of his jaw.

 

The fair neck, the Adam’s apple moving up and down due to discomfort.

 

Between the light coughs, his lip color became even deeper.

 

So, the constant trembling of those eyelashes just now was because he had caused eye pain with his shaking, and yet Xinghui still had to confront him, unwilling to close his eyes?

 

Yuanyuan felt like he had unraveled the mystery.

 

This little deity was probably not feeling guilty; he just had the burden of being a deity, causing the strange feeling he had.

 

The coughing continued.

 

Unable to bear listening any longer, the weird sensation on the back of his hand had long dried up. However, watching Xinghui’s throat move up and down intensified the peculiar feeling in his palm.

 

“I didn’t use much force, did I?”

 

Approaching again, Yuanyuan pulled apart Xinghui’s hand, ignoring the deity’s feeble resistance, and lifted his chin.

 

This time, he remembered to be gentle with his movements.

 

The marks from the tiger’s grip had already left a reddish trace on the deity’s fair skin, and the previous marks he had pinched were not completely gone.

 

A muttered curse escaped Yuanyuan’s mouth.

 

This was just too tender.

 

Xinghui, with his head controlled, panicked inside. He reached out to grab Yuanyuan’s small demon horn, grabbing it and exerting some revengeful force.

 

Yuanyuan blocked his hand.

 

This rare moment of uneasiness made him retreat.

 

“I’ll go find some medicine for you.”

 

Xinghui listened to the rapid footsteps fading away outside the door.

 

After a moment, he raised his hand to touch his troubled jaw.

 

Sigh—

It hurt.

 

The pale-faced deity relaxed his body, taking a long breath.

 

Too dangerous.

 

This guy, Yuanyuan, was just too dangerous!

 

And the demons didn’t give him any belief.

 

Xinghui exerted a bit of force in his joints, clutching the bedsheets. He needed belief; he had to run.

 

He needed to save himself.

 

“Boss, what did you do this time?”

 

Yanfan, carrying a bunch of bottles and jars, stood discontentedly behind Yuanyuan.

 

“Who knows how long it’ll take for this to fade.”

 

At this moment, the demon team was advancing on their way to the mining area.

 

They relied on military transport vehicles to reach the mining area.

 

The resources in the desolate star system were lagging, and the technological development was nowhere near the federation’s standards. The military transport vehicle was an old model, patched up over a long period. It swayed as it moved forward, without even a canopy for rain or shade.

 

Yuanyuan was leaning on the outermost position, hearing these words, he glanced towards the inner part.

 

The little deity was wearing a large cloak, enveloped entirely within it. Standing in the innermost position, swaying with the motion of the vehicle, only fair fingertips protruded, gripping the handrail.

 

Even though he couldn’t see that beautiful face, Yuanyuan felt even more annoyed. He wore a fake and kind smile.

 

“I just touched him lightly, didn’t use much force… Be more careful next time.”

 

“Boss, he’s just a vase. Our demon clan already lacks resources, and we have to support a deity? He’s definitely plotting something.”

 

Huanzi stood on the side, unable to resist being sarcastic.

 

Author’s note:

 

Yuanyuan: I get it now, Xinghui’s personality is like this, but he also has the burden of being a deity.

 

Xinghui: I can’t fight back, I can’t pretend, my dignity is slipping away, when will this end?

 

Congratulations to Yuanyuan for narrowly missing the truth!

 

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