The Return Of The Lord God [Quick Travel]

Arc 13.9 [Chapter 292]

A hot body pressed over him, and Bai Lixin heard Dijia's voice suppressed with anger, "Don't come and mess with me again. Get out. Do you hear me?"

He descended alone with a mission in mind but this strange and hostile world left him at a loss. He could easily see into the hearts of others; black with malice at heart, blue with cunning, pink with good intentions. And when descending into the world, the Lord God, as well as the secondary gods who greeted him, were all black or blue.

It was surprising that these gods, who maintained the order of the world, would be so repulsed by his arrival.

At the dinner that night, he was bored with his wine on the dais when he was suddenly attracted by a blazing golden light at the gate.

The kind and warm glow emanated from Eros.

He could not help but look at Eros a few more times before he was discovered by the Lord God beside him. Sure enough, when he asked to visit the Realm, the cunning Lord God let them go together.

Sitting on the flying horse, Eros' hand came into his arms so naturally and unrestrainedly that he did not resent it, even though he stopped it. He could see the glow of kindness from his soul out of the corner of his eye, even as he sat in front.

But suddenly, the light from the corner of his eye faded violently, and the next thing he knew, he was attacked.

Landing firmly on the ground, he looked up to see that the warm glow emanating from Eros had changed to a rich, dark green – the colour of disgust.

Disgust? Even Eros's eyes were adorned with disgust as if he was a toad who wanted to eat a white swan. Heh, worthy of being a god of love. Even his inner feelings could be changed and released with ease.

He was pleasant to him. He was respectful in front of the cunning Lord God, but he went back to his original self when they left the temple. He was so treacherous that he was worthy of being a god of love.

After driving Eros away with lightning, he flew aimlessly and came to this tribe. It was backward but sincere enough. What they say they hate, it showed was green. When they say they like it, what emanates is pink.

Dijia already felt like an outsider to this world, so he simply stayed in the tribe since he did not want to return to the San Tuo Mountain.

It was not long before this god of love stuck to him again like a plaster.

Only this time, he appeared with endless goodwill emanating from within once again. A pure gold.

Two months together, inner colouring aside, the kindness the God of love showed him was unprecedented.

He was resourceful, brave, and unlike the lofty gods who were greedy for wealth and pleasure. Needless to say; everyone

in the tribe could see that Xin was very close to him; a closeness that was not that of a brother or a shallow affinity between a man and a woman, but more like a closeness that saw the other as the only one.

It was a look that fascinated him, that made him want to follow Xin's figure, to make him look at him more often.

It was a look that reminded him of the second time they had met in the Great Hall. Xin had looked at him with that same look, a look of nostalgia and earnestness.

Nostalgia? Who was he nostalgic for through him?

His gold was open for another?

Finally, he decided to confess to Xin, to tell him that he had known who he was for a long time and to tell him that if he wanted to, he would try to be with him even if he was only a substitute.