I have become a treasure that everyone is looking for [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Xiezhi looked away unexpectedly, and did not agree with Randall's opinion: "Every game must end one day."

"If there is such a day..." Randall raised his eyes and completely included people in his pupils, "We can start a new game."

"Sounds like a good idea." It took Cheng Xiezhi a long time to reply, his brows raised, wanton and proud.At this moment, he shed the gentleness and kindness disguised by the shell of the gods in the past, and truly despised all living beings, playing with the world like a fallen devil.

"Then—" Cheng Xiezhi changed the subject, and his eyes seemed to fall into Randall's eyes, "Do you want to become a god?"

A proposal that sounds hard not to be tempted at all.From human beings to gods, whether it is the supreme respected status, the fanatical worship followed by all peoples, powerful power, and eternal youth, all have become within easy reach.When the human king heard Cheng Xiezhi open his mouth to spit out these words, his eyes subconsciously fluctuated slightly for a moment-but that was not a proposal aimed at Cheng Xiezhi's demagoguery, but something that others could not explore for a while.

The palace lady knocked on the door of the room with her afternoon tea and walked in. Cream icing was poured on the freshly baked biscuits, decorated with fresh blueberry sauce, and the sweet smell of butter lingered in her nose.It is Cheng Xiezhi's favorite taste.

Probably the boundary between gods and humans is too clear. Most humans think that Cheng Xiezhi, the "god", does not have the appetite of humans. Only Randall noticed that he loves food and is very picky. They will quietly prepare Cheng Xiezhi's favorite desserts.

This is also one of the important reasons why Cheng Xiezhi is more willing to run to the palace than the cold Temple of Light.

The system secretly sighed at his mistake. After all, the host is a guy who wants to enslave ghosts and goblins to cook for himself. How could it be possible that in this world, he began to lose his appetite for food.It's just that the host is used to pretending.

The silver teaspoon was gently stirring the steaming black tea, and the female officials had already retreated with soft and silent steps, only Cheng Xiezhi was still waiting for Randall's answer.

He didn't have to force Randall to answer this question, but he was a little curious.

The teaspoon collided with the edge of the porcelain cup, making a crisp sound.Randall threw a sugar cube into the cup, and the tea splashed and rippled.

"I don't want to." He gave Cheng Xiezhi the answer, repeating his answer firmly, "I don't want to be a god."

Cheng Xie was not surprised to get a negative response from Randall. The boundary between "god" and "man" is not important to them, and there is no distinction between high and low. Cheng Xiezhi collapsed in the crimson velvet cushion as if his whole body had been pumped out, and he pulled it out in a good mood. A slight smile: "Really?Erwin will be very sad to hear your answer. "

Randall's answer was to eat the last piece of butter biscuit Cheng Xiezhi left on the plate.

He didn't have time to stop the monarch's action, which was too surprising—even Cheng Xiezhi only had time to realize that he should feel astonished, and the biscuit went into Randall's stomach.

Whether Alvin will be sad is unknown, but Cheng Xiezhi feels that he is really sad now.

Blinking his eyes expressionlessly, he reached out and put all the remaining sugar in the saucer into Randall's teacup.

……

Alvin's pain was worse than drinking a cup of tea with a dozen pieces of sugar in it.Not only did the lover who loved him wholeheartedly die of dystocia, but another lover took his child and defected to the enemy.However, Alvin couldn't make the incident known to everyone, and ordered Anna and the children to be hunted down aboveboard.Once the news got out and he was abandoned by a woman, the God of Light would be disgraced.

In a fit of rage, he kicked down several tables.

The curse Cheng Xiezhi cast on the cardinal has not found a solution so far. This matter has greatly reduced Alvin's image of "omnipotent" among the believers. The believers' feedback on faith has decreased, and Alvin's light and divine power transformed from faith Weaken, vicious circle.

But that's not what affected him the most.

What made Alvin extremely angry was that Anna took his child.The child is his flesh and blood, and also his last bargaining chip.He had planned early on that when he used the child to restore his strength and return to his heyday, he would resurrect the child to achieve the best of both worlds.

It's a pity that all this has been ruined by Anna now!

He's going crazy!

The interim bishop looked at Alvin and reminded: "You can't smash the table anymore, Your Majesty, we can't buy a new table."

"..." Erwin froze, his expression extremely gloomy, "Where are the believers? Let them collect donations in the temple! I have handed over the power of the temple to you, and you have to find a way for me about these things!"

The subordinate opened his mouth, touched his bloodless lips up and down, and forced out a voice: "...Yes."

"Trash!" Alvin cursed, still unrepentant, raised his hand and threw the document on the subordinate's forehead, smashing his head and bleeding.

The subordinate silently covered the bleeding wound on his forehead, picked up the documents, put them on the table, sorted them out, and went out.

It has been many days since I heard from Alvin again.

Cheng Xiezhi lives in the palace every day, and the biggest worry is thinking about whether afternoon tea is better with blueberry muffins or frosted cakes, which is completely different from Randall's life style, which is busy with government affairs.

The young maids in the palace all liked this approachable and handsome deity, although many of them newcomers had no idea of ​​Cheng Xiezhi's identity, but this did not prevent him from being sought after and welcomed in the palace.

When Randall walked in, he heard a blond maid reading to Cheng Xiezhi with a soft voice.Cheng Xiezhi half-closed his eyes and lay on his back on the bench with his forehead propped up. His long black hair fell like flowing water, and his snow-white wrists were hidden between the crow's black hair.

Randall took the book from the maid's hand and took her place: "Where did you read it?"

Before the maid could answer, Cheng Xiezhi, who was half asleep and half awake, took up the conversation and whispered the title of a sonnet.Randall looked down at the book, turned a few pages back and found the poem Cheng Xiezhi said, waved his hand and told the maid to go out.

The maid showed a little hesitation, but she still refrained from reminding them that what she just read was not this page of poetry at all.She was reciting a holiday carol, and the one Cheng Xiezhi mentioned

It is a love poem famous for its ambiguous imagery.In the history of the empire, a monarch with outstanding political achievements met a lover who made him fall in love at first sight when he was fighting abroad. After a short love, the lover left without saying goodbye, leaving only this poem.After the death of the monarch, this poem somehow spread from the court, and after being recited affectionately by bards, it became a handed down work.

Especially the seventh line in the poem has always been regarded as the hottest confession between lovers.

When Randall read a poem, it was like singing a gorgeous opera. His expression was softer than usual, and his deep voice led people into a blurred dream. Obscurity and ambiguity floated on the trembling end.Cheng Xiezhi seemed to be touched by his voice, the lines of his face relaxed a little, his lips and teeth echoed a certain sentence in the overflowing poem, a straightforward poem full of deep feelings in every word, and Rand Er's voices blended together, regardless of each other.

Cheng Xiezhi didn't make any other movements after reading this poem softly, and seemed to be falling asleep quietly.Randall hooked the corner of his lower lip and continued to read the rest of the poem.When Randall was still thinking about it and wanted to read the next song, Cheng Xiezhi slowly opened his dark and clear eyes.

Randall then closed the book and smiled softly: "Do you want to read one more song?"

"No need." Cheng Xiezhi refused, and after a pause, he looked at Randall as if remembering something, "What's the matter?"

Randall would not usually come to him at this time. As a human monarch, Randall needs to do a lot of things, and he is not as relaxed as Cheng Xiezhi.Even Cheng Xiezhi has a lot of trivial things to deal with every day when he is a god - too many people like to find a sense of presence in front of him.

Randall then confessed all the news he had just received: "The God of Light is dead."

Cheng Xiezhi's tap on the armrest of the chair hesitated for a moment, and when the brows were raised, there was a hint of subconscious surprise, and he returned to calm in an instant.

Alvin's death was not unexpected, but no one expected him to die so early and so suddenly.

Randall explained to him in a low voice: "It was Erwin's follower who took the opportunity to kill him while he was asleep."

Cheng Xiezhi pondered: "It actually succeeded. In this way, Alvin's power has been weakened to the extreme. But he still has many believers who are willing to follow him. They contribute their beliefs and maintain Alvin's position. Strength shouldn't drain so quickly."

Randall said a few more words, and Cheng Xiezhi frowned—he underestimated Alvin's confusion when his mind was dizzy.

Alvin has always refused to give up on using the magic circle. Without his own child, he wanted to force the believers to sacrifice to complete the activation of the magic circle.At this time, all sober believers know that the gods they believe in are no longer worth relying on.

"Gods who abandon believers will also be abandoned by believers in the end." Cheng Xiezhi was not surprised by this result. The ending was already written when Alvin decided to spread the plague in the Northland and sacrifice civilians who did not have the talent for light.

Randall looked at him and nodded, approving Cheng Xiezhi's views, and at the same time another thought came to his mind: But they, the gods and believers, will be an exception.

The god and his only believer will be entangled with each other, inseparable and never ending.

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