[BL] I Just Love That Paranoid Villain [END]

4.1

　　Jiang Bozhou easily dodged it, contempt flashed in his eyes. Does the so-called God of Light really exist? "Guest, please restrain yourself. It's the Harvest Festival now. Are you sure you want to provoke the temple guards because of two copper coins? If so, I believe your deeds will soon spread throughout the entire Sluliga continent."

　　"Okay! I remember you." The red-haired man counted out five copper coins and slapped them on the table, and left the tavern angrily. Before leaving, he stamped on the dilapidated wooden door, which creaked. The chaotic noise was suppressed by the hooting of the remaining guests. The sawdust falling from the door rustled and disappeared among the leftovers on the ground.

　　In a corner where no one could see, Jiang Bozhou used his fingers to draw a line of black air out of thin air. The black air followed the red-haired man's breath and landed on him, but the man didn't notice it at all.

Jiang Bozhou licked the corner of his mouth, his black eyes were full of excitement, is he a person abandoned by God? He has hated this title since he was a child, but after all, no one has said this to him in front of him for a long time. He is in a good mood today, so he should let that person be unlucky for a while.

　　He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Temple of Light from the small window, and slowly gave a nasty smile. The Harvest Festival was such a good day, but if those sanctimonious people found that the statue of the God of Light in the temple was broken - they would Wouldn't it be interesting?

　　The tavern was still extremely noisy, with vulgar language and bragging that could easily be heard. Jiang Bozhou frowned, put away the black air in his palms, and walked out with the tray.

　　In the broad square in front of the Temple of Light, a group of white pigeons walked slowly, and several children played nearby. The laughter like silver bells spread to the ears of the Pope and the Son in front of the temple along with the warm sunshine. Everyone who sees this scene cannot help but smile warmly.

　　The Pope held the scepter, and his eyes that had seen thousands of sails shone with wisdom and kindness. He turned slightly sideways and told the Holy Son beside him, "Angeles, tomorrow is the Harvest Festival ceremony. This ceremony will You are completely in charge, and we are just helping from the side, how do you feel now?"

　　Angels nodded, "Please rest assured, Lord Pope, I have rehearsed no less than ten times in advance, and Knight Commander Dovis has also inspected the venue many times. Tomorrow's ceremony will be successfully completed." A moving look bloomed in the young man's blue eyes. Glorious, soft blonde hair sparkling in the sun.

　　The pope's eyes were distant, and he seemed to see through Angles what he looked like when he was young, also so confident and innocent.

　　In the Temple of Light, Xie Heng had just woken up. It was pitch black all around, with a layer of stone barriers on the front, back, left and right, and there were faint voices outside. Xie Heng suddenly thought of many conspiracy theories. Without knowing anything, he did not dare to act rashly and received some information sent to him by the heaven in advance.

　　After receiving the message, Xie Heng breathed a sigh of relief and got rid of the random thoughts in his mind.

　　The identity given to him by Heaven is the God of Light. The God of Light and the God of Darkness are both gods conceived by Heaven. Because their attributes are incompatible with each other, although they share the same origin, they dislike each other and will inevitably conflict when they meet. Thousands of years ago, a war broke out between the two gods. The God of Light defeated the God of Darkness and sealed the Dark God in the Dark Ancient Realm. He also fell into a deep sleep due to excessive losses.

　　But the result of the war was widely publicized. The believers of the God of Light were arrogant. The temples of darkness on the mainland were demolished one after another. The believers of the God of Darkness were either hunted or killed, or they hurriedly fled to the uninhabited forest, never to be seen again. Dare to see the light of day. After 10,000 years of oral tradition and passing from generation to generation, the entire continent has become the jurisdiction of the God of Light.

　　And Tiandao gave him the identity of the God of Light, which meant that he would have many privileges and some troubles on this continent. Xie Heng was a little frightened just thinking about the fanatical pursuit of the God of Light by people on the mainland. The specific situation can be compared to some idiot fans in the entertainment industry.

　　He came to see his Zhouzhou, and the less involved he was with other people, the better. But where is Zhouzhou? Xie Heng used the power of his soul to quickly determine Jiang Bozhou's location, and found that they were not far apart. He was very excited and prepared to leave immediately.

　　However, the unintegrated divine power of light in his body restrained Xie Heng's movements. Xie Heng had no choice but to stay where he was and slowly integrate the bursting divine power of light.

　　Xie Heng knew that he was staying among the statues in the Temple of Light, so he didn't make too much noise for fear of attracting attention. In the statue, Xie Heng was thinking wildly, feeling that the body given to him by Heaven was not the God of Light at all, but the spirit of the statue. Xie Heng was amused by his own thoughts. As a god, the God of Light has long transcended matter, and the authority he enjoys is not comparable to that of mere monsters.

　　With the infusion of light power, Xie Heng could clearly feel the existence of the godhead. He couldn't help but sigh, merit is really a good thing. I gained a lot of merit in the previous world, and the way of heaven in this world is so generous.

　　Unknowingly, night fell, and the lively city of Gordon fell into a deep sleep during the day. Only a few people remained at their posts, such as the soldiers guarding the temple.

　　Jiang Bozhou wears a black cloak and a black patterned mask on his face. A mysterious black mist lingers around him, walking through the streets like a ghost.

　　He stood still on the steps of the temple, raised his head and looked at the majestic palace closely, his eyes full of disdain. He wanted to see if the God of Light, who had been praised by people for thousands of years, existed.

　　Jiang Bozhou dodged the patrolling soldiers and entered the temple through the window on the side of the temple as light as a swallow. He zigzagged into the inner hall, which no one else had the right to enter except for high-level members of the Holy See. Here was the most precious statue of the God of Light in the entire continent.

　　It is said that this statue of light was carved from the largest piece of light stone that could be found by ten of the top sculptors on the mainland thousands of years ago. It has still maintained its original appearance after thousands of years of wind and frost.

However, it won't be the same tomorrow.

　　Jiang Bozhou carefully opened the door and walked towards the statue step by step.

　　Suddenly, the statue shone brightly, and a handsome man wearing a white robe inlaid with gold walked out of it. His body exuded a faint brilliance, like a morning star in the dark night, and touched Jiang Bozhou's heart.

　　This man had blond hair and golden eyes, and his rare golden eyes were filled with light. He stood there and looked at him quietly, and a soft smile slowly appeared on his cold face.

　　Jiang Bozhou stayed where he was, having forgotten the purpose of coming. He really wanted to possess this person.

　　As soon as Xie Heng integrated the light power, he felt Jiang Bozhou's aura, so he hurriedly transformed into a physical form to greet his beloved.

　　This time Zhouzhou came to find him!

　　Xie Heng couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw Jiang Bozhou's strange dress.

　　"God of Light?" Jiang Bozhou seemed to be talking to himself, his voice trembling, as if he couldn't believe it.