I Become a God: Playing with Beasts

A Japanese-style room.

The wall panels are made of cypress, the floor is made of chestnut, and the door is a common sliding door.

When you open the exquisitely crafted sliding door, you will see a row of neatly arranged clothing sheds with baskets, and next to them are lockers for valuables.

On a chair not far away, there was a naked goat uncle sitting, enjoying the wind from the electric fan.

This is the changing area of ​​the hot spring hotel.

Dazhi and his group felt that they should soak in the hot springs a few more times before leaving.

So this time they came to another public pool.

Zhang Yan followed behind Dazhi and the others.

Perhaps it was because the one in front of him looked the most like the bathhouse he had been to in real life, Zhang Yan got in trouble after seeing it. He wanted to wait until everyone else went in before taking off his clothes, so he found an excuse to go out for a while.

"Eh? But the space is very spacious."

Terry thought Zhang Yan was dissatisfied with the crowd and started to explain.

"Oh, didn't the good man go to the toilet? I'll wait for him." Zhang Yan waved his hand quickly, indicating that they could go in first. After all, he didn't really mind the crowd.

After coming out, he found a seat and sat on the steps at the side.

Watching travelers passing by the corridor, some strolling and making phone calls, or taking a walk and enjoying the scenery along the way.

People who enjoy the scenery are also a kind of scenery in the eyes of others.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh and lament the beauty of time.

After sitting for a while, the kind man appeared in Zhang Yan's sight.

"Yan, where are Dazhi and the others?" The kind-hearted man approached from afar and asked in confusion when he saw Zhang Yan sitting outside alone.

"They are all inside. They have probably gone into the water by now." Zhang Yan smiled and stood up, patted his dust-free clothes, and took the kind man into the locker room again.

After pointing the kind man to where the clothes were placed, Zhang Yan began to take off his clothes.

If you are a reserved or sensitive person, you will usually start from the top; if you are an unrestrained or simple person, you will mostly start from the bottom.

But without exception, socks are not the last to be taken off.

There are only a few exceptions.

Like Terry, Wu was shocked when he saw Terry taking off his clothes for the first time and he only took off his socks at the end.

Zhang Yan and the kind-hearted man were both reserved without exception.

The two of them took off their clothes quickly with their backs to each other, then tied up their bath towels, picked up the basket beside them and walked inside.

"Xiaoshan, your body looks very beautiful."

Zhang Yan let the water wash over him, but his head tilted towards the kind-hearted man.

"Oh, hey, stop looking!"

The good man said shyly, then turned away.

Unlike Zhang Yan, a kind person will still feel shy even if his lower body is covered.

"Hmm~ The back looks nice too."

Seeing the kind man turning around shyly, Zhang Yan did not force him, but just teased him with a sly smile.

After hearing Zhang Yan's words, the kind-hearted man did not turn back, but the redness on his ears revealed that he was still feeling very ashamed in his heart.

He thought that his body was not good-looking at all and was so thin that he was almost skin and bones.

It’s not that he likes being fat, but his unfit body is not worthy of the other party’s praise.

Thinking of this, the kind-hearted man glanced at Zhang Yan's body.

The angular muscles look like they were carved out of stone, with each one clearly defined.

Just one look at it is easy to imagine how explosive that body is.

"Isn't Yan an albino...? Why is he in such good shape?"

The good man was puzzled and looked down in thought.

According to the albinos he had seen on TV or other places, all of them were sitting weakly on hospital beds or holding umbrellas to avoid the sun.

But in his memory, Zhang Yan seemed to have almost no influence except for the white color all over his body.

Well, it must be because of God’s identity!

The kind-hearted man suddenly thought of Zhang Yan's identity, and immediately felt that it was natural.

He smiled knowingly.

How could God be tortured by mortal illnesses?

It’s just so strange. He was so shocked when he first found out about it, but now he has become accustomed to it and even always forgets that Zhang Yan is a god.

Is it because of some ability...

"Hey, good man!"

Zhang Yan's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Good people look up.

"I'll go first, you hurry up too." Zhang Yan said to him, then waved and walked away.

"Oh, okay. I'll be there right away," the kind man responded.

Without thinking any more, he quickly showered, then wrapped himself tightly in the towel and walked towards the hot spring pool.