Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

"Uh-huh......"

Inside the medical room, the physical pain made Lin Qiye clench his teeth, grip the pillow in front of him tightly with both hands, and beads of sweat constantly appeared on his forehead. The intense pain from his buttocks made his body tremble uncontrollably.

A muffled groan would occasionally escape from his throat.

"Are you constipated? If it hurts, just yell it out, don't act like you're taking a dump."

Although he was complaining like that, Zhao Kongcheng's body language betrayed him as he applied medicine to Lin Qiye, and his movements became gentler.

But even the gentlest hand of a rough old man can't compare to that of a gentle woman.

As expected, after that sarcastic remark, the proud Lin Qiye fell silent.

"It's alright, Qiye, go ahead and shout it out. We're all on the same side."

Beside Lin Qiye's hospital bed, Su Ming was enjoying Si Xiaonan's gentle healing.

Si Xiaonan's long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling unintentionally beside her cheeks, adding a touch of unintentional gentleness to her already gentle face.

She wore a light yellow short-sleeved shirt, its color understated and elegant. She carefully massaged Su Ming's arm, which he had just strained. Every movement was gentle, as if afraid of causing him even the slightest pain.

Without comparison, there is no harm. Hearing Su Ming's indifferent words, Lin Qiye could no longer hold back and said:

"Brother Su, didn't you go too far?"

"I think it's alright. After all, you are one of the few divine agents in the Great Xia Dynasty. If I don't take it seriously and lose, I can't afford to lose face," Su Ming said with a smile.

"Are you serious? Who keeps hitting my butt like that, left and right? I can even hear the rhythm and the sound you're making. Ming-ge, are you really trying to avoid embarrassment?" Lin Qiye said, dissatisfied.

"Brother Su, are you playing a lullaby?" Si Xiaonan asked softly as she sat obediently next to Su Ming after the massage.

Despite being exposed, he, having been taught by Sun Wukong, couldn't be thin-skinned and said with a smile, "This is all for your growth. As for the others, they just happened by chance. Don't overthink it."

Don't overthink it. If Si Xiaonan hadn't reminded him it was a lullaby, he might have actually been fooled. He hadn't paid much attention during the fight, and had only casually mentioned it because he had a feeling about it. Who knew it would actually be true?

As Lin Qiye listened to Su Ming's sophistry, the lofty image of Su Ming in his mind shattered instantly.

The first encounter was like the arrival of the Monkey King with his staff. Lin Qiye felt that he was a mysterious and powerful man who did not smile and had profound experience, which made it possible for Lin Qiye to guess his every move.

The second encounter occurred when he was in a life-or-death crisis. He fought against the Ghost-Faced King of the River Realm with the strength of the Zhan Realm, never retreating an inch and protecting them.

Like a city wall, it stood in their way, and at that moment, he felt only admiration.

Now that he's out of the fight, he's like a gloating child, showing off the lessons learned during sparring and the little pleasures of fighting.

Lin Qiye felt speechless. How could one person have so many personalities? Even the mental patients in his mind weren't this exaggerated.

"Alright, I'll just pretend you accidentally typed out the lullabies," Lin Qiye said helplessly.

Si Xiaonan pursed her lips and secretly chuckled: "Qi Ye, keep it up. I look forward to hearing the Flight of the Bumblebee from Brother Su one day."

Su Ming gently rubbed Si Xiaonan's head: "This expectation will never be possible in this lifetime."

"Yes, I will." Lin Qiye subconsciously clenched his fist, still very confident. Several gods in his mind would help him, and the mystery of death would become his subordinate. Facing Su Ming, who only had one god as his agent, the advantage was on his side.

He will then play Flight of the Bumblebee and Canon on Su Ming, ending with a lullaby.

And every stab had to be landed on his buttocks.

......

A refreshing aroma of tea instantly filled the lounge.

The leaves slowly unfurled in the hot water, releasing a faint green hue and vitality.

Su Ming picked up the teapot, filled each teacup beside him, and handed them to the people who had just finished training.

Smelling the aroma of tea, Chen Muyi walked over from his office, sat down on the sofa opposite Su Ming, and casually picked up a cup of tea.

"How did Lin Qiye perform?"

"Not bad, not bad performance, very resilient during the fight," Su Ming said casually.

"What about that person?"

"Look, what's behind you!"

Chen Muye turned around. Under the dim and somewhat oppressive light, a figure slowly appeared at the end of the corridor, each step seemingly carrying an unspeakable burden.

Lin Qiye's steps were unusually heavy, each step accompanied by a noticeable stagger and sway, as if every muscle and bone in his body was silently protesting against this almost cruel journey.

One hand supported Zhao Kongcheng, while the other gently rested on his buttocks. His face would occasionally twitch involuntarily due to the pain.

"Hello, Captain," Lin Qiye said weakly.

"Okay." Chen Muyi turned to look at Su Ming. "What's going on? Were you too rough? What if you scared them away?"

"This cup of tea is yours," Su Ming said to Lin Qiye, pointing to the tea.

"Thank you, Brother Ming." Lin Qiye leaned on the sofa to express his gratitude.

"Look, what's the big deal? Every new recruit has to go through tough times. When I was a special forces soldier, my training was much tougher than Lin Qiye's," Su Ming explained.

He then added, "Not to mention Lin Qiye, who was chosen by the gods, has an extraordinary will and physical abilities. Do you think he couldn't endure this kind of hardship?"

Chen Muye turned to look at Lin Qiye, who was beaming with pride. He knew that Su Ming's first lesson for the new students had been a great success, but he didn't voice the question he wanted to ask.

Lin Qiye thought Chen Muye was about to criticize Su Ming, so he quickly said, "Captain, this injury is nothing. Thanks to Brother Ming, I was able to recognize my own strength. This little bit of training won't affect me."

"Alright, then the rest of the training is up to you. Don't spank me next time, it doesn't look good." Chen Muye finished his tea and went into his office.

The lounge fell silent again. Lin Qiye lay obediently on the sofa, sipping the steaming tea, his eyes fixed ahead, showing no desire to communicate.

The scene of the battle kept replaying in his mind, and he realized that he still had a chance to cut down Su Ming.

Su Ming's only advantage was his superior swordsmanship and agility, which is why he always missed by a little bit. There's still a chance.

"Take good care of your injury," Su Ming said.

Lin Qiye, who was lost in thought, was somewhat surprised by Su Ming's sudden concern. So he nodded.

"Once you've recovered from your injury, you'll have to continue fighting tomorrow." Su Ming paused, as if remembering something, and reminded him, "Oh, right, you also have the Forbidden Ruins training and shooting practice later."

"what!!!!"