After a long time, Lu Ling let go of her lips.
Yi Zhisha was panting heavily, the arc of his chest undulating violently, his delicate face was already blushing, and his eyes were slightly moist, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or grievance.
"You bastard! Why did you go to all the trouble to resurrect me?!" There was an uncontrollable tremor in her voice, and the strands of hair on her temples were wet with sweat and stuck to her flushed cheeks.
"Otherwise?" Lu Ling asked with a smile.
As he spoke, his robes were taken off one by one, revealing his strong chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.
Yi Zhisha subconsciously shrank back. Before he could move far, his ankle was grabbed and his whole body was pulled back.
Her long hair left a messy trail on the bed sheets, and a few strands of hair were wrapped around the side of her neck, making her shy and angry face even more beautiful.
"What else are you going to do..."
Her voice was trembling, her eyelashes were trembling, and even her fingertips were trembling.
"What to do? Didn't you guess it? Yi Zhisha."
Lu Ling leaned down, with a wicked smile on his lips that made Yi Zhisha feel cold from head to toe.
"In order for you to be obedient, it may take a long time, so you must be mentally prepared, my former goddess."
"No... oooo."
Before she could finish her protest, she was blocked back, and her voice broke into a series of muffled sobs.
Her hands were held down again, her legs were also pressed down, and her whole body sank into the soft mattress, leaving only a pair of wet eyes staring at the ceiling.
The hanging flower vines on it swayed gently, hiding her last sobs deep in the shadow of the flowers.
"..."
(Omit one hundred days.)
One week later.
"Stop crying. You are the only person in history who has ascended to the position of goddess by force. Why are you crying?"
Lu Ling sat beside the bed, looking at the group of figures huddled in the corner of the bed, with a hint of sincere helplessness in his tone.
"Woooooooo..." Lu Yi Zhisha wrapped the quilt tightly, only half of his face red from crying was exposed, his shoulders were twitching, and tears were pattering on the back of his hands.
Lu Ling sighed softly and tried another way to comfort him.
"Did you know that girls crying can also easily arouse people?"
"If you cry again, I won't be able to help you anymore."
"No... don't!"
Yi Zhisha As soon as he heard the word "continue", his whole body bounced like a conditioned reflex, and he covered his mouth with both hands in panic, trying his best to swallow back his cries.
"I won't cry anymore... I won't cry anymore..."
Tears were still flowing, twitching, the tip of her nose was red, and her eyelashes were covered with tiny drops of water, but she had swallowed back her cries.
"I like obedient girls."
Lu Ling curled his lips with satisfaction, put his arms around her shoulders, and gently pulled her into his arms.
Yi Zhisha's body stiffened for a moment, and then slowly softened, like a cat that had its neck pinched, leaning obediently on his chest.
"Now let's talk business."
"What's the business..." Yi Zhisha said softly, with a slightly aggrieved nasal voice, and even subconsciously grabbed Lu Ling's shirt with one hand.
"I want you to support Ye Xin Xia as a goddess, and claim to the outside world that Ye Xin Xia used Resurrection Divine Art to resurrect you." Lu Ling said.
"... This is impossible!"
Yi Zhisha suddenly broke out of his arms, and flames instantly ignited in his tearful eyes,
"Do you know why I came back?! There is no way I can give the position of goddess to her!"
Her reaction was astonishing, far more than any struggle he had seen in the past seven days.
"In a sense, Black Vatican is now in my hands, so you don't have to worry about that. I will not let Ye Xin Xia become the pope."
"... You actually know?"
Yi Zhisha's expression changed from anger to shock, her lips were slightly opened, and the fire in her eyes was immediately extinguished as if someone had poured cold water on it.
"And."
Lu Ling's voice suddenly became colder, Yi Zhisha's back suddenly felt cold, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.
He stretched out his hand, gently pinched her chin, raised her crying face, and forced her to look directly into his eyes.
"I'm not discussing with you, I'm ordering you."
He paused and gently rubbed her chin with his thumb.
"It seems that you haven't recognized your identity yet. Let's continue. This time, we'll do something different."
Yi Zhisha suddenly felt a very bad premonition in his heart.
Lu Ling snapped his fingers, and several silver-white portals opened out of thin air in front of the two of them.
Several beautiful figures walked out of it, each with a look of astonishment on their faces, not understanding what was going on.
The four people are Pannijia who has already rested, and Ande, Merola, and Pamish who are outside.
"Temple Mother?" Pannijia saw Pamish at a glance, her lips slightly opened, her face full of surprise.
"..." Pamish just nodded slightly, two groups of very light blushes appeared on that dignified face, and his eyes drifted to the side uncomfortably.
Every time someone new breaks her appearance, she feels ashamed.
She was once the most noble Temple Mother in the temple, but now she was standing in this ridiculous dormitory, waiting for the same man's instructions with her students and subordinates.
Ande and Merola glanced at Pannijia in surprise, but only out of curiosity.
In their view, it was only a matter of time before Pannijia gained the same status as them, and it was not worth any surprise.
Soon, their eyes were involuntarily attracted to a certain person.
"Master and... teacher?!"
Ande's gaze crossed Lu Ling's and fell on the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in his arms. His eyes instantly widened and he stumbled, almost losing his balance.
"My Lady Goddess..."
Merola's eyes suddenly turned red.
Her voice was trembling, and she opened her lips several times before finally spitting out the four words completely.
"Teacher..."
Pannijia's eyes were also filled with tears. Seeing Yi Zhisha's resurrection with her own eyes, she was so excited that her whole body was trembling slightly.
She is also a student of Yi Zhisha, just like Ande.
"Yi Zhisha... It seems that you too..." Pamish looked at the crying woman in Lu Ling's arms with a complicated expression, and sighed longly.
This Parthenon has completely fallen into the hands of this man...
Temple Mother As soon as these meaningful words were spoken, the other women reacted belatedly.
Yi Zhisha's appearance at this moment is simply too exciting!
How virtuous and capable they are, how lucky they are to be able to see the former goddess like this?!
The pair of eyes that used to be so sharp that people dare not look directly are now red, the tip of the nose is also red, the lips are slightly swollen, and the long hair is messy on the shoulders. The whole person is nestled in Lu Ling's arms, like a phoenix whose feathers have been wetted by the rain.
Yi Zhisha was in a daze from beginning to end.
She couldn't believe that her most miserable appearance was clearly seen by the people she was most familiar with!!!
She buried her face deeply into Lu Ling's arms, her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, with a hint of trembling pleading.
"You... don't look at me..."
Lu Ling saw everything in his eyes and couldn't help laughing.
"Merola, do you remember what I promised you? Now is a good opportunity to fulfill your filial piety to your goddess!" He looked at Merola and said.