Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

Song Nan was bathing in the moonlight, and the pure white light shrouded his body, emitting a faint gleam on the surface, making him look like an elf under the moon, beautiful and illusory, and would disappear at the touch of a touch.

When the monk came and saw this scene, he couldn't help but stop. He didn't dare to take another step closer, for fear that he would disappear as soon as he got closer.

Song Nan tilted his head, revealing his flushed cheeks. When he saw the stunned monk, he stumbled forward and asked, "Where is the Pope?"

The monk lowered his head and glanced calmly at his full, watery red lips. I wonder if it was his imagination, but those lips were more attractive, attracting others to come forward and choose...

Song Nan frowned, waved his hand in front of him, and asked again: "Where is the Pope?"

The monk's eyes were involuntarily fixed on his white and slender fingers, and he said in a daze: "The Pope is at the door of the Holy See, waiting for you to come over and meet the king together."

Song Nan nodded, took a step forward, and then froze, suddenly remembering something, a faint look of shame suddenly appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with shame, and he looked angrily at the light in the room on the second floor. The two figures who came out shouted: "Why don't you come down and take me there, one is enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures of the butler and the magician appeared beside him.

The butler smiled slightly and bowed: "Earl, I will take you there."

The magician smiled warmly and raised the brim of his hat: "Sweetheart, let me be faster~"

"..." Song Nan was so angry that he simply didn't choose any of them. He turned around and looked at the monk, "Can you help me over?"

The monk was shaken all over, his face was stained with spring color, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The magician and the housekeeper had cold eyes, one hugged Song Nan, and the other grabbed the monk's hand.

The butler's lips curled up slightly and he smiled gently: "Little guy, our master, we just have to serve you."

The magician narrowed his golden eyes, said nothing, and disappeared in an instant.

He walked outside the garden in a few steps, stretched out his hand and patted Song Nan's pert buttocks wrapped in black suit shorts. Feeling his slight trembling, he chuckled: "Did you hear that? Master, just let us serve you~"

Song Nan's eyes widened, his face turned red, and he opened his mouth to scold him. Unexpectedly, the magician jumped up suddenly, jumped into the air, and then fell steadily. But even so, he was still so frightened that he hugged his neck tightly and buried his head in his chest. , afraid to look down.

After several big jumps, the magician stopped next to a pure white carriage engraved with white Higan flower patterns, exuding a holy atmosphere.

At this time, the butler appeared beside him, opened the car door respectfully, took out two soft cushions and placed them on the seat. After the magician put Song Nan into the car, he carefully adjusted the angle of the cushions to ensure that he reached the most comfortable level. Then he straightened up and looked at the Pope opposite Song Nan.

"Pope, the count is temporarily under your care. If he is a little wronged, we don't mind demolishing this dirty place of yours."

The butler smiled slightly, and the magician nodded to him with a warm smile.

The Pope responded with a gentle smile and looked at Song Nan's slender figure sunk into the cushions. His golden eyes dimmed slightly: "I also like Lord Brave very much. Don't worry, no matter who I hurt, I won't hurt Lord Brave."

[Ding——Character:? ? ? (Pope) favorability +1, currently: 36]

"click~"

The housekeeper's hand held the car door with a little force, causing the car door to make an overwhelming sound.He smiled stiffly, said nothing, closed the door gently, and watched the carriage drive away.

The magician looked at his smile jokingly and chuckled: "Just let sweetheart leave with him?"

The butler curled his lips slightly, turned around, and walked into the manor: "Rose will tell me everything."

……

Song Nan held her chin and leaned lazily on the cushion. Feeling the softness of her body, she shifted her position uncomfortably.

The Pope's golden eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on his slender waist, and he asked softly: "Master Brave, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Nan paused, curled his fingertips, gave a stiff smile, turned his head to look out the window, and responded in a low voice: "No..."

The Pope frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but when he noticed something, he immediately fell silent, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Song Nan was a little confused about his silence, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that he would find something.

……

The carriage slowly stopped and Song Nan opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, the short journey would almost make him fall asleep.

When he thought about why he was so tired, his face turned red, and his eyes became slightly misty with shame and anger.

The Pope's fingertips trembled, and the veins on his forehead bulged for a moment.He opened his eyes, stepped out of the carriage, came to Song Nan, stretched out his hand, and said with a gentle smile: "Master Brave, get out of the car."

Song Nan was shocked and didn't want to help him, but his physical condition did not allow him to be willful. She could only press her lower lip, reach out to hold his hand, and walked out of the carriage under his guidance.

The Pope walked beside him, glanced under his collar, and saw the faint traces on his collar. He stretched out his hand to help him gently smooth his black hair so that the traces were completely covered. He looked at the pair of blue eyes full of doubts and looked at the same time. He smiled slightly: "It's a bit messy."

Song Nan nodded, not taking it seriously.

However, before officially entering the palace, the Pope took off the white rosary beads he was wearing on his wrist and put them on Song Nan.

His golden eyes were dark, his voice was low, filled with a hint of muteness, and he said softly: "The smell of the brave man is too attractive, so it's better to cover it up."

Song Nan acted stiffly, put down the hand holding the rosary, and was led into the palace by him with a blushing face.

In the palace, a handsome white-haired king dressed in gorgeous white clothes sat on the throne.

The king is young and vigorous, looking like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.He waved away the servant beside him, his eyes like wisteria flowers swept across Song Nan, and fixed on the holy Pope. Then, a little crystal light suddenly lit up: "Pope, you are here."

The Pope smiled slightly, bowed his head in salute, and his long golden hair spread on his chest, bringing a faint cold fragrance, which was indescribably beautiful.

"Your Majesty, I am here to ask you to allow the brave man to go to the Elf Kingdom."

The king raised his eyebrows, looked directly at Song Nan, met his eyes as clear as the sea, and paused: "Is he a brave man? He is not as tall as the legend says, he looks soft and weak, and even I can't beat him... …”

"Now, do you want to stay and be my princess? If you become a princess, you don't have to fight those disgusting demons, and you can also enjoy the highest power in our country besides me. Do you need to think about it?"

"..." Song Nan frowned and looked dissatisfied. He imitated the Pope's salute and spoke respectfully, "Your Majesty, I am a brave man. I just want to go to war for you and eliminate the darkness."

[Ding——Character:? ? ? (Human King) Favorability +10, current: -40]

"Hahaha!" The king leaned back and leaned lazily on the throne, with his purple eyes half asleep. "Then go. I agree, but there is a condition. Help me bring an elf back from the elf country, named Ah. Gurness.”