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

The two of them were close to each other and in contact with each other at a negative distance. How could Marit not feel something strange about Lucetta.

She was sneering in her heart, but on the surface she was looking up at her white and tender face stained with red clouds, and said in a soft and aggrieved voice: "Lucetta, I think Del hates me..."

Lucetta held Marit's face with her hands, and when she saw her watery eyes, she immediately softened her heart. He didn't ask any questions, just kissed her on the face, and whispered: "Then what do you want? What do I do?"

Marit bit her lip, as if struggling for a long time, and then whispered: "Can you find a way to drive her out of the convent?"

"I...I have no other thoughts. I just think she has destroyed the peaceful atmosphere of the monastery...She is not from the monastery. Can we let her go back to where she came from?"

In fact, in her heart, she wanted to have "Del"'s innocence ruined. Without her pure body, she would fall into the quagmire like her. She wanted to see if the great priest would treat her differently.

In Marit's view, her aura of unparalleled likability failed because the gods first noticed the only pure virgin in the monastery.

As for Dean Hagrid, who is also pure and old, it is not within the scope of her thinking.

It's just that the idea of ​​Lucetta finding someone to ruin "Del" was inconsistent with her kind and lovely personality, so she settled for the next best thing and asked her to be kicked out of the convent.

There are several reasons why nuns were kicked out of the convent.

Either he became a heretic, or he did something wrong that brought shame to the monastery, which naturally included having an affair, getting pregnant, or giving birth to a child.

"Okay, I will think of a solution."

A dark light flashed in Lucetta's eyes.

……

When he saw the affair couple, Samael silently snapped his fingers to separate the space between them.

"The little mouse secretly watching and jealous of you..."

Samael laughed softly, blinking his long and thick eyelashes. He looked sideways at Zhu Baishao and said in a soft tone, "Do you need me to help you solve it?"

Zhu Baishao looked calmly at the man and woman who were discussing how to drive her away, and flatly refused, "Then you don't need to take action."

Samael raised his red lips and said, as if full of disappointment: "Good boy, can't you try to rely on your Lord?"

"The Lord you believe in is never a stingy god. He will not ignore the prayers of believers."

His tone was like a big bad wolf tempting a little white rabbit.

Zhu Baishao turned to look at him, and suddenly saw a hint of playfulness in his dark red eyes. She suddenly noticed something.

"Did you lead me here on purpose?"

Seeing Samael raising his eyebrows with interest, Zhu Baishao suddenly thought of more.

She asked again, "You already knew that I was not bewitched by you and did not really believe in you?"

She asked in a cold tone, and her words returned to the way they were at the beginning, without any words of respect or humility.

Samael's dark red eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly.

Rampant and wanton.

Under Zhu Baishao's expressionless gaze, Samael laughed for a long time before suddenly stopping his laughter, but this sudden stop of laughter was obviously even weirder.

"Don't you think it's more interesting this way?"

"do not think so."

Zhu Baishao answered resolutely, her narrow phoenix eyes were extremely cold, and her red pupils were calm without any ripples.

Samael waved his hand, and the two quickly changed places - a spacious and tidy room.

There were many shadows behind Samael, and countless tentacles surged out from behind him. Some formed purple-black thrones behind him, while others were waving randomly in the air.

A tentacle moved according to his thoughts and reached out like lightning. Even though Zhu Baishao reacted very quickly to dodge, it was still wrapped around her ankles and dragged directly to the throne of God.

Zhu Baishao was so angry that he roughly tore off the tentacles on his ankles with his hands, but only squeezed out a ball of mucus.

The tip of the tentacle was not angry, and it waved at her, and tightly wrapped around her ankle two more points very affectionately.

Zhu Baishao: "..."

Samael did not forget Zhu Baishao's previous confrontation. He stretched out his arm and pinched her chin with his cold fingers. His colorful lips were slightly raised, as if he was sighing: "Although I like you very much, but you It is true that such a small human being tries to offend the gods..."

He paused for a moment, as if he was considering his words, and then continued after a while: "It's true... I'm arrogant because of favor."

This sentence sounded like flirting, but his originally dark red pupils were covered with a layer of misty black, and his voice was cold and harsh, making people's hair stand up for no reason.

"Are you proud of your favor?"

Zhu Baishao repeated these four words, with a sarcastic sneer on her beautiful face.

The next second, she gave up her intention to sneer, and those tentacles wrapped around her eyeballs came overwhelmingly, crowding her sides.

She was sensitively aware that some tentacles were beginning to approach her.

"let me go!"

Zhu Baishao couldn't struggle away. She looked at a tentacle in front of her and felt cruel. She opened her mouth and bit it.

The force she used was so strong that the tentacle shrank.

As if he didn't expect that the lamb that was supposed to be cowering could bite back, Samael's strange eyes lost color for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

"Well……"

Before she could bite off a piece of meat from Samael's body, a cold hand reached out and grabbed her chin, forcefully pried open her mouth, and freed the tentacle.

That tentacle seemed to hold a grudge. When Samael opened Zhu Baishao's mouth, he tried to fight back regardless of what he had just experienced.

"Um..."

Zhu Baishao hated these dishonest tentacles covered with eyeballs, and felt ashamed and angry to death.

Samael used his other hand to roughly pull the tentacle apart and threw it aside. The other tentacles that were eager to try also shrank to the side.

"Really..."

"Why do you have to be so stubborn? Why can't you learn to believe in me and please me?"

Samael's voice was extremely hoarse and mellow, as if he had taken a sip of rich red wine, making his mouth taste fragrant.

He lowered his head. His long purple-black hair fell down, and a strand fell on Zhu Baishao's face, causing the slightest itch.

Zhu Baishao was in a bad mood because of the tentacle just now, and she was no longer in the mood to talk to Samael. She gritted her teeth and said, "I will not please you! You'd better go to hell as soon as possible!"

Samael still had an understatement on his face, but at some point, those cold palms like jade climbed up to Zhu Baishao's neck, and got stuck on the beating pulse, making her breath slightly choked.