Golden Glitter Development Guide

"So, after so many years, are you now planning to follow up on my whereabouts as a brother?"

Ask whereabouts?Is it necessary?

Just from the flush on her face that has not yet faded, the red mark on her neck that can still be seen under the cover of black hair, and the spring in her eyes, it is enough to prove what kind of joy she has experienced just now.

"It seems that Gilgamesh is quite to your liking."

"Come on, Wutu, why are you making such oblique sarcasm? This is really not like you. What's the matter, are you going to say something to me from the standpoint of your fiancé or brother?" Priya pulled a long tone, Said lazily.

"Need I remind you? No matter how much he is called the son of the gods, he is not a god." Unexpectedly, even though Wutu's fists had been clenched tightly, they were loosened again, and his face was rippling. Made a perfunctory smirk.

"I didn't expect such remarks to come out of your mouth—don't you appreciate Jill enough? Why do you have to act like you care about me... What's wrong, you were mocked because of me? "

Priya could almost imagine the gossip of the boring gods.

Although there are many cases of being unfaithful to a marriage, if you lose to a human—a demigod is almost the same, the words will definitely be worse.

"boom--"

Wutu punched a hole in the side wall.

If it's just this, it's not enough to make Praya's face change.

His eyes... were faintly red with anger.

Such a look of contempt and disdain.

"Pleaia."

He squinted his eyes and called her name in an emotionless voice.

Of course she would be scared.

After all, after Wutu was furious, she didn't have any means to subdue him.

As a result, her voice was no longer as casual as before: "...I know what you mean."

"Humans are nothing more than ants to us, and their lives are like mayflies for a day. Of course I know the difference."

Even Gilgamesh, who is known as the son of the gods, cannot live forever.

"A moment of spring night, a dream of prosperity, isn't that enough as a reason for pleasure?"

How could she expect more?

Indeed, Gilgamesh was enough for her.Whether it's physical touch or spiritual fit, sometimes, just a look is enough to understand the intentions of both parties.

but--

"And why do you think I'm going to get carried away? I hate gods and I don't love humans. Gilgamesh? Both!"

After the words came out, she really felt an unspeakable pleasure.

For a moment, something flashed through my mind.

Such remarks... She looked at Wutu's surprised expression and lowered her eyes.

This thought that she has suppressed for a long time... Nature?

She is not a god who is interested in teasing humans, at least, she should not have such bad tastes now.

"You don't have to worry." Priya's voice became the same as usual again, "How could I lose my sense of proportion?"

She looked at her brother who was born almost at the same time as her.

They are the most intimate existences in the world. They come from the same origin and are born together. They will be brothers and sisters, and they will also become husband and wife.

No one else could match their magic better.

Such is the marriage between gods.

They will accompany each other forever, with occasional quarrels, and more will be irrelevant to each other.

He will not be an obedient elder brother, and she will not be a well-behaved and obedient younger sister.

"Whatever you want." He was also rarely silent for a moment, and then asked again, "...do you still remember the 'Sky Lock'?"

Heaven's Lock.

According to rumors, even the gods can bind the chains.

Wutu didn't spend any more effort to continue to play tricks. His complexion was very bad, and he said in a heavy tone that didn't suit him at all: "The sky lock has appeared. It is the accompanying weapon of that clay figurine."

"Little guy who loves the new and dislikes the old." Finally found Gilgamesh, who was crazy about playing with Enkidu, the goddess who had been out of the air several times said coquettishly with dissatisfaction. Said, "In terms of age, I am at least your grandmother's generation, and in terms of generation, I am still older than Rimat. What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with this little nickname?"

"Even if this king objects, a god with extreme ego like you wouldn't change his opinion, would he?" Having said that, he suddenly had an extremely ambiguous smile on his face, "Why? Is it because the lack of my king's caress these days Make you want|fire|burn|burn your body?"

Priya gave him a look to feel for himself, but seeing the brighter smile on his face, this king who always pretends to be passionate must have understood it according to his own meaning.

"Coincidentally, I'm also a god who likes the new and dislikes the old." Priya showed a smirk that anyone with a discerning eye could see, and turned to look at the green-haired youth on the other side. The moment she saw him, she showed a smile. Surprised countenance.

This...is exactly the same as that guy named Shamhat...in appearance?

It's not the same degree anymore.

She glanced at him again, suddenly realizing.

Although Aluru created the existence of this clay figurine, Aluru's method is different from her technique of making dolls with alchemy. She only gave him a mission, but did not teach him to be an adult.

The "Sky Lock" known as "Enkidu" has long had his own ideas.

It's not how "tools" should be, but she likes it.

She joked in front of Wutu, "You are Aluru's adopted son, you are brothers in a sense", but all she got was a look of contempt from Wutu.

At least Gilgamesh still had the blood of a god, but Enkidu was so lowly that he was not even human-but the moon god named Priya didn't think so.

She likes Enkidu. If alchemy is her love, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is love at first sight.

With eyes as clear and ignorant as a newborn baby, she belatedly realized that she couldn't help touching Enkidu's face.

"Are you... Luna Priya? I've heard Jill and Shamhat talk about you."

There is no music more beautiful than this sound.

His existence is a miracle.

This is no longer a degree of personality, he has a soul.

She watched him with wild and obsessed eyes.

Until Gilgamesh interrupted her pilgrimage like a hen guarding her young.

He looked over like he was looking at a pervert.

Then, without giving Priya any face, she turned her head to Enkidu and said, "My friend, it is also very important to know how to refuse. Especially when the consequence is that you may be entangled by a lunatic."

Praia smiled: "...What are you talking about, little Jill?"

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The author has something to say:

Priya is an idiot in front of Enkidu.

You can tell from her affection for his wife that Enkidu is a better work than his wife.

After pondering for a while, I feel that Wen Leng must have chosen the wrong title, please help me to cast a vote: 1. "Sparkle gets pissed off every day"

2. "Sparkle Heartbroken"

3. "My teacher's conscience will not hurt"

4. "Goddess cut is black"

(Changed back after writing hhh)