Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

"We want the [scepter]..."

"But the scepter cannot."

Despite his rage, Gilgamesh remained rational and decisively refused before Su Yan could finish speaking.

If the four supreme artifacts are the foundation of his standing in the divine realm, then the [Scepter] is the core of the core.

With the blessing of the scepter, Gilgamesh has the right to be so arrogant.

He once overpowered the entire Sumerian pantheon by relying on the scepter's ability to fight in groups. Once someone entered within a kilometer radius, even the main gods would only become nourishment for him to sustain his war effort.

He would never give away such a divine object unless absolutely necessary.

"As expected... Gilgamesh values ​​the Scepter the most."

Su Yan had already anticipated this, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Your Majesty, you just said that this is going too far, right?"

“Isn’t that right?” Gilgamesh glared at him.

"Actually, it's not that bad yet, there's something even worse," Su Yan said shyly.

Gilgamesh looked at Su Yan's inexplicable smile and, for some reason, suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He was even overcome with a rare feeling of fear and wanted to refuse.

"This king..."

"Your Majesty, I'll show you something that won't pass censorship!" A glint of "Sheep" flashed in Su Yan's eyes.

"..."

........................

Jialin Pass.

Three days have passed since the special team entered the turtle's body.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the pass, and the soldiers stationed on the city wall mostly looked relaxed, no longer showing the tension they usually displayed before battle.

All of this is because of that divine tortoise that dwells outside the border.

Since it arrived outside the pass, the divine aura emanating from it has acted as an invisible barrier, forcing nearly ten thousand mysterious beings at the edge of the mist to retreat in panic, and forcibly carving out a "no-mystery zone" of more than twenty miles in circumference outside the pass.

The rare respite allowed the soldiers' mood to gradually shift from initial suspicion and unease about the new commander's resistance against the old general to the current relaxed joy.

"It seems the new commander might really be right... Half the year is almost over. Once the Zhenxu Stele is opened, the gods won't be able to enter, and the mysteries won't dare to approach. Maybe we can have a peaceful New Year this year!"

"I knew it! What a coincidence that the moment we closed the monument, some deity just walked right into our door?"

"If that's really the case, I absolutely have to take leave to go home for the Chinese New Year. I haven't been back for three years..."

"My wife gave birth to a big, healthy baby boy a while ago, and she's been waiting for me to go back and see him!"

"I'm resigning after this month... I've finally made it through."

The soldiers chatted in hushed tones, their words carrying a long-lost ease. As dusk deepened, the smell of gunpowder seemed to have temporarily dissipated in the air.

A dark-skinned, petite girl was carrying a basket full of apples in one hand, walking along the city wall from east to west, smiling as she distributed the fruit to the soldiers.

She had an ordinary appearance, not even considered pretty, but her exceptionally cheerful smile still attracted a lot of attention. However, whenever someone caught sight of the white-clad man following behind her, they would immediately avert their gaze—as if looking at the girl even once would be an offense to the man.

"Huh? Without realizing it... there's only one left."

The dark-skinned girl clutched the last apple, bit her lip, slowly turned around, and shyly offered it to him:

"Here you go, sir."

The man had his left hand behind his back, his right hand holding the book, and he turned two pages with a gentle flick of his thumb. Hearing this, he sighed softly.

“Miss A-Lan, I told you there’s no need to call me ‘sir.’ Just call me Kong Shang.”

"Kong...Kong is injured."

Alan called out timidly, then looked up and met Kong Shang's warm gaze before hurriedly lowering her head again.

My heart was pounding like a drum, and I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Kong Shang chuckled and shook his head:

"Why are you so afraid of me, Miss A-Lan? Do you think I'd eat you? ... But then again, scholars believe that 'good food can be eaten, and beautiful women can be eaten too,' so it's not wrong for you to be careful."

"ah!"

Upon hearing such blunt words, A-Lan's cheeks suddenly turned red. She hurriedly covered her face and turned away, stamping her feet in embarrassment.

Kong Shang chuckled, his laughter clear and gentle.

In the ambiguous, slightly tipsy atmosphere, Ah Lan suddenly fell silent. After a long while, she finally spoke softly:

"Kong Shang... I know I'm ugly and have a bad figure, I'm no match for any man. Why would someone as outstanding as you suddenly approach me and say such sweet things to make me happy... If you just pity me, could you... stay away from me?"

By the end, his voice had choked slightly.

Kong Shang was taken aback, his brows furrowed slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he said:

“Miss Alan, you misunderstand. When I said ‘beauty is pleasing to the eye,’ I wasn’t just flattering you; it came from the bottom of my heart.”

"You...you're still lying to me..." Ah Lan lowered her head and remained silent.

Kong Shang shook his head, turned to look at the distant horizon, and spoke in a slow, deliberate voice:

“I was born into a large family with many brothers and sisters. My family was in business, so I was used to seeing so-called beauties from a young age. After seeing so many, I found them all the same and boring.”

"Later, I joined a special team... The women in the team all possessed the bloodline of the phoenix, and each of them was incredibly beautiful, but I remained completely unmoved."

Alan blinked and slowly raised her head:

"Don't men all like pretty girls? Why are you...?"

"Good question. I've asked myself that same question," Kong Shang sighed softly.

"Until that day I saw you on the city wall—in the sunset, your small body was carrying such a heavy basket, your sweat glistening, yet you smiled as you distributed apples one by one to the soldiers. At that moment, I suddenly understood."

He turned around, his gentle gaze landing on A-Lan's face:

"It's not that I don't love beauty, it's just that my definition of 'beauty' is different from that of ordinary people."

"True beauty in my eyes is never a uniform appearance, but a kind soul that is one in a hundred."

Alan was completely stunned, staring at him in disbelief.

But after only a few seconds, she couldn't withstand the intense gaze and hurriedly lowered her head, her voice barely audible:

"You...you're not lying?"

"Scholars never lie."

"Hmm..." Ah Lan unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, feeling her cheeks burning hot.

Seeing this, Kong Shang stopped teasing her and handed her the book he was holding:

"It's getting dark, here's a book for you. Flip through it before bed, sweet dreams."

Alan took it instinctively, then froze when she saw the cover—

The Butterfly Lovers.

"You...you gave it to me? Then what are you looking at?"

Kong Shang smiled, took out another book from his pocket, glanced at the cover, and gently pressed it to his chest.

"I think this one is fine. Su Yan gave me several copies before she left. The night air is getting chilly, let me take you home."

"Okay... but I'm still afraid, what if the mysterious one barges in..."

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you a secret, but don’t tell anyone else—” Kong Shang lowered his voice, “Actually, the Zhenxu Stele… can close in eight days. Saying it will take ten days is just to confuse people.”

"what?"

"Shhh, walls have ears."

......

late at night.

A shadowy figure slipped past the heavily guarded area, silently darted to the wall, and then nimbly leaped into the night, speeding towards the depths of the mist.

Inside the barracks,

Kong Shang slowly raised the corners of his lips, closed the book in his hand, and the moment his gaze swept over the cover, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

"Today's authors... are really seriously ill."

—"The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me During Menopause".