Slag Gong crying and begging for forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]Ⅱ

Utila hurriedly injected energy into his body, and he asked worriedly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You look very listless recently, did you not have a good rest?"

Nan Xing blinked tiredly, Utila fed him a sip of water, and quickly hugged him and sat on the sofa.

"The weather is hot recently, I'm a little tired, and I don't have an appetite for food." Even the foie gras, which I used to like the most, feels tired and disgusting.

Utila quickly used magic to create a few trays full of ice cubes and put them aside to cool Nanxing down.

"You don't need to practice your prayers so hard, just take a good rest. It's lunch time. I'll accompany you to eat something."

Nan Xing has no appetite, but the standard etiquette of nobles is to eat quietly at every dinner, even if he only eats a strawberry, he must eat at a long table full of flowers.

Utila had figured out Nan Xing's appetite when he was in Moonlight City, and knew what he liked to eat, and the food he served was Nan Xing's favorite, but this time Nan Xing's appetite was obviously not good at all.

He just ate two sweet blueberries, and Utila peeled the grapes for him. Nan Xing ate two listlessly. He glanced at the table and suddenly saw a green grape among the grapes.

Seeing it was very sour, but Nan Xing suddenly picked up the fork for some reason, and before Utila could stop it, Nan Xing had already eaten the skin into his mouth.

"Quick, spit it out, that's very sour!"

But Nan Xing didn't wrinkle in discomfort, he actually found it very delicious, "No, this is delicious, Your Majesty, I want to eat this green grape."

Utila tried to dissuade her repeatedly, but Nan Xing insisted on eating.

Unripe grapes are defective products, and they are given to servants to eat, but Nan Xing made such a request, so Etila could only let people pick out good-looking green grapes and send them to them.

Nan Xing actually ate a big plate full.

"My little baby, don't eat this, it's bad for your stomach."

Nan Xing didn't stop until he was almost done eating. Why didn't he realize that Nan Xing's immature grapes and strawberries were much more delicious, not greasy at all, very refreshing.

But it is not advisable to eat too much of anything, Nan Xing understands this truth very well.

Utila was very worried. He thought Nan Xing was sick, but he gave Nan Xing free of money for the healing technique.

But the sickness is not good enough.

Utila has been busy with Nan Xing's ascension to Duke recently. He hopes to find a reason to make Nan Xing a first-class duke. Nan Xing once told him that this is his wish.

"I will become a first-class duke with my own efforts. You don't need to worry about it. After all, has the letter I sent to Rose Castle been delivered? Why hasn't Chris come yet?"

Nan Xing has already obtained his own manor. His Majesty the King has an ambiguous attitude and did not allow him to stay in Wall City. This means that he can ask Chris to help him take care of it again. He believes that Chris will help him look at the manor as before. He needs to be in order, and he needs to quickly integrate into the circle of the imperial power center to regain his glory.

Utila smiled: "Your business is mine. It's not that I interfere with your becoming a first-class duke, but that you are already very good. His Majesty the King has long wanted you to be promoted to a first-class duke. As for the letter , it should have been sent long ago, maybe the servants of Rose Castle are delayed by something?"

How could he have sent the letter there?

It has been torn to pieces bit by bit.

is it chrisNan Xing cares about this person very much. It is this person. It was because of this person that he separated from Nan Xing last time. How could he let the unpredictable crisis sweep over again?

Utila hugged him well and coaxed, "Don't worry, don't worry, there are many servants in Wall City, and I can serve you all the time."

He had already learned how to serve him when he was Nan Xing's pet in Moonlight City, and he was very handy.

But Nan Xing is not feeling well recently, he needs Chris who knows everything about him to serve him.

Recently, even if he didn't make out with the gods, his ears didn't grow back. Does this mean that he has been healed?

That is to say, he can rest assured that Chris will stay with him, and Chris will not know about his ears.

But why did Chris not come after receiving the letter? Was something delayed?

Nan Xing was afraid that the letter would not be delivered, so he wrote another letter and asked His Majesty the Pope to send it back.

Utila has been looking for an opportunity to help Nan Xing become a duke, and there just happened to be an opportunity recently.

Two weeks later will be the nationally recognized "God's Birthday". This day is the day of Utila's birth, and the whole Wall City will participate in it devoutly. This is a grand festival.

Etila suggested that Nan Xing participate in the sacrifice on behalf of the nobles and give gifts.

When the time comes, he will perform miracles and raise Nan Xing's reputation.

The matter of being promoted to Duke will become a matter of course.

Nan Xing was also very happy about this. He had long wanted to give the Lord God a gift, but he hadn't figured out what to give.

Now he has finally figured it out.

He wants to paint a picture full of love for the god.

Nan Xing is very talented in the art of painting, and he always believes that things made by himself are more sincere than cold jewelry.

In order to give gifts to the gods, Nan Xing forgot to sleep and eat every day, and kept his secrets, even Ertila didn't let him know.

"So mysterious? I can't know?"

Nan Xing said: "I will surprise the gods when the time comes, and it won't be a surprise if I'm seen."

Utila is the avatar of God, and seeing Utila is equivalent to seeing God, so his gift has long been known, so what surprises are there?

Utila smiled dotingly and said, "Okay, I won't watch it."

Originally, he wanted to secretly observe what Nan Xing was doing, but since Nan Xing wanted to surprise him, he stopped watching.

Soon that day will come.

Nan Xing loves the God of Light ardently, but he doesn’t love Utila, who is the only god, so much. He distinguishes Utila and God as two independent individuals. He was in charge, but he couldn't fall in love with Utila.

Their relationship was very complicated. Nan Xing gave his whole heart to the god he loved, and could not tell the other. Although Utila was the Pope, he was just a mortal.

What qualifications do mortals have to compare with gods?

Nan Xing dressed up on this day, and he participated in the sacrifice as a representative of the nobles, so he must not embarrass the nobles.

He was even more stunning today than he was at Duke Odin's racetrack last time. Not only the famous ladies, but even many nobles exclaimed and stretched their necks to look at him.

He is so beautiful that all things are amazed.

Every etiquette, chanting, prayer, and sacrificial oration, he has done to an incomparable standard, which can almost become a model for the nobles to continue to learn and imitate in the future.

Utila sits high on the throne of God, and today he is participating in this grand festival in place of God.

Every year in the past, Utila sat there boringly, like a vase, watching this lifeless world.

But this year, his blue eyes were full of light, and he looked forward to seeing Nan Xing walking towards him step by step.

Nan Xing is approaching him like a gift, and also like his own bride.

Today's wind is very gentle, the flowers are very fragrant, as beautiful as countless days with Nan Xing, Utila has a gentle smile on his face, he is looking forward to Nan Xing coming and giving him a surprise gift.

The originally lengthy etiquette passed in the blink of an eye because the nobleman offering sacrifices was replaced by Nan Xing, and even some noblemen behind had not had time to take a closer look at his beauty.

Utila's eyes looked at Nan Xing motionlessly, and his eyes were almost glued to Nan Xing. Nan Xing's earnest sacrifice was so cute that his heart softened, and some words even said "dedicate me to you".

He is like a beautiful gift chosen by the gods.

Of course, they love each other and are very equal lovers. Nan Xing will always belong to him, and there is no need for any ritual binding.

All contracts are worth nothing.

They love each other.

Soon it was time to give gifts, and Utila was looking forward to this moment very much. At this moment, he would perform a miracle and lay the foundation for Nan Xing to be promoted to the first-class duke.

For more than a dozen days, he was mysteriously bored in the room, what exactly did he want to give him?

The gift that his treasure has taken so much pains to dedicate to him must be the best gift in the world.

He saw two paladins bring up a huge present, a flat, rectangular present, covered with a luxurious dark red velvet curtain. Nan Xing stood among the presents, raising his head proudly.

Like a saluting little swan, he calmly faced all the attention and opened the curtain with great honor.

At this moment, the nobles and the priests all exclaimed——

This turned out to be a portrait of the God of Light!

This portrait has almost reached the highest level of contemporary painting. It is a priceless treasure. The incomparable beauty and heroism of the God of Light are all displayed in this painting. Every stroke and every stroke is full of love. The color of a stroke is used just right, as if the gods descended in person.

Come in a perfect and bright image, come in an image that loves the world.

Almost everyone marvels at the beauty of this portrait.

Not only the nobles, but even the priests were full of praise, and almost wanted to pray devoutly in front of this painting.

Utila almost stood up to watch. He was amazed by the huge impact. It can be seen that Nan Xing worked hard to complete this painting, and it was full of love and was specially given to him.

Utila smiled happily and said, "Carry it carefully..."

The paladin carefully carried the painting over.

The painting approached him step by step.

But the smile on Utila's face slowly, slowly, disappeared.

He opened his eyes little by little, almost ignoring the image and eagerly walked to the painting.

He watched carefully, not missing a single stroke.

At this moment, he was completely cold.

——It’s not him in this painting at all.

The same blond hair, the same incomparably handsome face.

But the god in the painting has a black mole of tears under his eyes.

He didn't.