Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Marit spent several years painstakingly developing her own character, but she was not noticed by the gods.

But Zhu Bai Shao got it easily.

The unconscious jealousy was enough to burn her reason to death.

Zhu Baishao could clearly see the flames of jealousy in her eyes, but he didn't even bother to give her a spare look. She was just a fake heroine with no brains.

After washing and putting on the exquisite and gorgeous new nun's uniform, Zhu Baishao walked into Samael's separate residence under Marit's displeased eyes.

As soon as he came in, Zhu Baishao heard soothing classical music.

The long dining table covered with white tablecloth was filled with all kinds of food, such as soft and fluffy cakes, pan-fried beef, fruit salad, etc. What made Zhu Baishao care most was the plate of potatoes in front of Samael. Braised lamb.

"My lord."

Hearing the voice of the lovely believer, Samael tasted a piece of mutton again, then put down his fork gracefully, and then raised his head.

On his somewhat pale cheeks, those abyss-like misty red eyes stared at the nun in front of him with a calm expression.

"Human food is not as impressive as described."

The tone of voice was also calm.

Zhu Baishao looked at the untouched food in front of him, with a deliberate hesitation on his face.

"Good boy, if you have any ideas, you can tell me."

Samael behaves like a kind god with followers at heart.

Zhu Baishao looked at the plate again, cleared his throat and said, "My lord, have you seen my pet?"

As if afraid that he wouldn't understand, he quickly added, "A holy white dove, and a cute little octopus."

"White dove?"

"octopus?"

Samael supported his chin with one hand, the corners of his scarlet lips parted, and laughed.

"An ant who wants to look directly at the gods is naturally seeking his own death."

Gray mist seemed to rise in the space behind the man sitting in the chair. Thick tentacles stretched out one after another in the haze, and densely bulging blood-colored eyes stared at Zhu Baishao.

"As for the octopus...are you talking about it?"

Samael still supported his chin with one hand, but raised the other hand. In the palm of his hand, which was white and somewhat transparent under the sufficient light, there was a ball of purple-black flesh.

Seeing Zhu Baishao, the limp little octopus immediately became energetic, its tentacles danced wildly, and it let out a cheerful cry, "Chirp!"

This octopus is exactly the same as the previous one, both in appearance and temperament.

The red arrows in Zhu Baishao's field of vision also pointed at Samael and the little octopus, only one big and one small.

There is only one son of destiny in this world, so the little octopus is also Samael.

"Can you give it back to me?"

Hearing this question, Samael, who already felt that his clone was embarrassing, sneered, and with a muffled sound, he actually crushed the mini and cute little octopus with one hand.

A tentacle stretched out from behind him, gently rolled it over his hand, and swept away all the body of the little octopus and the squeezed juice.

"Why did you do that!"

Zhu Baishao asked loudly, looking shocked and angry, his ruby-like eyes burning.

Samael raised one eyebrow, and there was a hint of evil and sycophancy in his dark red eyes.

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

"It's not a good thing to anger a god..."

There was even a slightly troubled smile in his voice.

As these words came out, the space behind him distorted. The tentacles that had been staying quietly and obediently in another dimension moved and rushed towards Zhu Baishao overwhelmingly. Each one was entangled with huge power. Got her.

At first, Zhu Bai Shao could still struggle, but later on, she could only passively let the tentacles wrap her up layer by layer and lift her into the air.

"Why can't you be a well-behaved believer? What will happen if you anger the gods?"

Samael sighed.

A cold and smooth tentacle patted Zhu Baishao's cheek, as if being intimate.

It's just that the tentacles are too cold, and the protruding eyeballs on them are so terrifying that they don't create a lively and intimate atmosphere, but instead make people feel fearful.

Zhu Baishao felt that her bones were about to be broken. She could not speak or make a sound at all, and a sickly flush appeared on her face.

Samael had no intention of actually killing her. With a thought, those tentacles retreated like a tide. Zhu Baishao fell from mid-air to the carpet and let out a painful groan.

"Only well-behaved believers will win the favor of the gods... You should learn to be better and learn how to serve the gods."

He walked over slowly, leaned over, rubbed Zhu Baishao's face with his cold fingers, slid down, clasped her chin, and spread a trace of blood that overflowed from the corner of her lips on her lips with his index finger.

The blood-stained red lips, the snow-like skin, the narrow and seductive eyes, and the golden hair that had lost its turban, were really dazzlingly beautiful.

She is also a beauty that even gods cannot escape.

Samael stared at Zhu Baishao's lips and was slightly distracted. The next second he retracted his hand as fast as lightning.

"I am a tolerant and generous god. I will let you go this time...but you must remember not to anger me again."

Samael stood up straight, with a slightly hoarse voice that sounded to Zhu Baishao as if it came from outside.

"……Yes."

Zhu Baishao coughed twice. On the surface, he was submissive, but in his heart, he was already thinking about how to get revenge.

"Besides, you are a believer, you should learn to please me, do you understand?"

Speaking of pleasing, Samael lowered his eyes and glanced at Zhu Baishao's slightly pursed red lips, his eyes thoughtful.

"……understood."

Fortunately, those tentacles did not really harm Zhu Baishao. She simply rinsed her mouth and enjoyed a hearty meal.

Next, Zhu Baishao followed Samael, watching him calmly instructing the nuns and monks to work and pray. He seemed to be completely integrated into the identity of the great priest.

Those people would look envious at Zhu Baishao from time to time.

But without his instructions, Zhu Baishao could not leave his side at all, and this was the case until evening prayers.

Zhu Baishao, who just gathered together the number of people and stood silently and obediently behind Samael, breathed a sigh of relief after the evening prayer.

You can leave Samael temporarily and go back to rest.

As a result, before she could follow the crowd, she was stopped by Samael, "You come with me."

Zhu Baishao had no choice but to follow him and walk slowly towards his residence.

Both of them wore black robes, walked very lightly, and walked in the dark corridor without talking to each other, giving people a strange feeling, separate and self-contained.

Perhaps they were too quiet. When they turned around a flower bed, the two of them saw a man and woman having an affair in the bushes in front of them.

Judging by their clothes, they are a monk and a nun.