324: Extra 2: Reunion

Morning.

Divine Realm, Temple.

Laji, dressed neatly and full of energy, sat behind a table reviewing letters.

Engrossed in his reading, he subconsciously reached for the wine flask, but, as expected, grabbed nothing but air.

He paused for a moment, then let out a self-deprecating laugh.

It’s truly not that easy to break a habit formed over many years...

Thump thump thump!

Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled Laji’s thoughts back.

“Enter.”

Thump thump thump!

“Come in!”

Thump thump thump!

The knocking continued.

Laji cleared his throat and raised his voice.

“Come in!!!”

One second... two seconds... three seconds...

The next second,

Thump thump thump!

Laji: “......”

With a dark expression, he suddenly rose from his seat, walked a few steps to the door, and violently grabbed the handle.

“Which king...”

Boom!!

Before Laji could finish his sentence, the door exploded, and the terrifying impact directly sent him flying, crashing into a chair.

His expression changed slightly, and he was about to counterattack.

But as soon as he looked up, a beautiful figure appeared in his line of sight, followed by a fist the size of a sandbag!

“Ah-da! Great Light God Fist!”

Lydia’s punch landed squarely on Laji’s face; the chair instantly shattered, and with undiminished force, he was embedded into the wall with a loud bang, scattering rubble and dust.

Blood gushed from Laji’s nose and mouth, but he recovered instantly the next second.

This attack actually contained healing!

“Xiao Ya, I...”

“Shut up!”

“Mmm...”

“Mmm...”

“Mmm... Here comes the big windmill——”

Lydia grabbed Laji’s ankle and yelled, a monstrous strength emerging as she wildly spun him in circles. Laji could only make muffled sounds, unable to speak clearly.

After being swung a full forty-nine times, he was heavily slammed onto the stone floor, shaking the entire Temple!

Outside the Temple’s main door...

Sorens felt the tremor and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“Ah... Young people sure have a lot of energy...”

“Let’s go, let’s go, what’s there to listen to...”

He waved his hand, signaling the others to retreat, then shook his head and moved away himself, giving the two some space.

The scene returned to the room.

With a ‘pop’ sound, both separated, their faces flushed.

“Xiao Ya...”

“Shut up.” Lydia raised her fist, her eyes tense and flustered as she threatened, “If you say another word, I’ll hit you!”

He became the God Lord but didn’t come to find her; he had to make the girl take the initiative. He really deserved a beating!

Laji wisely closed his mouth, but he couldn’t suppress the corners of his lips, which kept curving upwards.

In the past, due to various reasons, he didn't dare to face Xiao Ya's affection, delaying again and again, feigning ignorance.

Now, as the God Lord, he finally had the courage not to let her down, daring to face his own heart.

He loved Xiao Ya!

“Xiao Ya... Will you be my wife?”

“Oh dear... I told you to shut up, didn’t I...”

Lydia’s face was as red as an apple, and she dared not meet his gaze, her voice growing softer and softer.

Laji took a deep breath, slowly sat up, and, gathering his courage, reached out to gently turn her head towards him, staring into her eyes and saying affectionately.

“Xiao Ya, I love you.”

Lydia’s heart instantly fluttered like Xiao Lu, and she didn’t know what to do with her hands and feet, pushing him away suddenly.

“Oh dear... You’re annoying!”

Along with her shy words, her palm pressed against Laji’s chest...

Bang!

Rumble!

The wall collapsed, and a dark shadow instantly shot out of the Temple, disappearing without a trace.

Lydia stood frozen in place, then gave an awkward laugh.

“Uh... Hehe, was that too much force...”

......

Inside a forest in the Divine Realm.

Pasier lay on the ground with a dull gaze, suddenly noticing a dark shadow streaking across the sky, and couldn’t help but speak.

“It looks like someone is peeking, maybe we should find another place...”

“Shut... up, I’m not finished yet...”

Hela, clad in armor, her face flushed, her long red curly hair fluttering up and down, held her Holy Sword high and roared.

“Charge! Kill... Ah——”

Pasier suddenly gasped, bending slightly.

Then, as if struck by a negative buff, he weakly lay back down, his limbs aching and soft.

Amidst his despair, there was also a hint of exhilaration.

He seemed to... have fallen in love with this kind of life...

......

(End)