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

Chapter 740: Samael World Line Extra 2

When it thought it was going to be killed again, the tentacle very gently placed it back on the woman's shoulder and affectionately smoothed the feathers on the pigeon's head.

[Gu! ...Gu?]

System: [Damn it... Host, I'm even more scared...]

Zhu Baishao: "..."

The system has learned quite a few swear words. It's really getting smarter.

The cool dark purple curls fell on Zhu Baishao's exposed skin, making her feel a little itchy. The damp and fatal scent of the man also began to invade the air around her.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Samael released his hands that were covering Zhu Baishao's eyes, but still lowered his head, put his face close to hers and whispered to her, "Don't open your eyes, don't look."

A cold and slippery tentacle impatiently stretched out from the shadow and rubbed Zhu Baishao's earlobe affectionately, and the other tentacles instantly became active.

Stay calm, stay collected, and don't scare her off again.

Samael pursed his lips and reached out to pinch off the dishonest tentacle.

"You are human... Of course, maybe you are not human, but you are in a human body now, so you cannot look directly at God."

"Be obedient, Dale, and don't make a fuss."

After a long period of reflection, Samael has learned how to express his love. He hugged Zhu Baishao's waist with one hand from behind and sighed with the emotion of lost and regained:

"You've come back after such a long time, are you still blaming me? Dale, I really know I was wrong. If you kill me, will it calm your anger?"

Zhu Baishao and the system were both surprised. Sure enough, it was not their illusion at that time. Samael really realized that she was not from this dimension, or at least he knew that her soul was not from this dimension.

So he kept Zhu Baishao's body and waited for her return.

Samael was earnestly admitting his mistake, but one meter away from them, there was a horrific scene of blood and rain, and on the ground gradually appeared the remains of mutated humans who had fought each other.

Zhu Baishao didn't open her eyes, but the tip of her nose twitched slightly, and the strong smell of blood continued to rush into her nasal cavity.

"Samael, you are indeed an evil god."

The dark red pupils of the person behind her shrank sharply, and he hugged her tighter, "The Old Ones are evil gods... Dale, I thought you knew it a long time ago."

"I never pretend in front of you."

His voice was close to her ear, his breath was hot, and when he lowered his voice deliberately, there was an indescribable sexiness.

Zhu Baishao always felt that this man was seducing her.

The white dove on her other shoulder remained silent because the number of tentacles stroking its head had increased from one to five. It dared not move, not at all.

Carlos chased after him and saw the situation in the blood mist clearly at a glance. On one side was a human tragedy with blood raining everywhere, and on the other side were two people hugging each other in the empty space separated by shadows.

His eyes were fixed on Zhu Baishao. It was obvious that this woman looked completely different from the woman in the ice coffin in Samael's tower. However, based on Samael's reaction and the unspeakable sense of closeness he felt in his heart after seeing her, he was certain that this was the mother he had been thinking about all the time.

Seeing the woman's eyes closed and her brows still slightly furrowed, Carlos' heart moved, and his ordinary white robe instantly became gorgeous, and a dazzling golden light appeared in the crimson sky.

The crazy whispers in the ears of all the unconscious people disappeared. They just bathed in the golden light and felt a warmth all over their bodies. The tentacles that emerged from their bodies shrank back at a speed faster than melting ice and snow.

Those who were not dead quickly recovered to their original state, but those who were dead were left with only their limbs.

The priest was lucky to survive. Seeing this, he was inexplicably excited and began to pray frantically, raising his arms and shouting, "Praise God! It is the broad-minded God who forgave your stupidity, sent down divine power, and killed the devil!..."

There is nothing more shocking than witnessing a miracle with your own eyes and escaping death.

All the survivors developed a reverence for the so-called god.

When Zhu Baishao heard the cheers, she opened her eyes and saw an extremely handsome man not far in front of her.

His hair was golden, like a scorching sun, and his eyes were red and clear like gems.

At this moment, he was looking at her quietly.

Zhu Baishao felt inexplicably timid, "Carlos?"

This was the only child she did not raise.

Zhu Baishao just came to this plane for vacation. She didn't specially tweak her face, so she used her original appearance. When her cold eyebrows softened, people could feel the changes in her emotions more.

"Mother."

Carlos's hair was blown by the wind and covered his eyelids. He looked at the mother in front of him whom he had been waiting for for countless years, and the corners of his mouth trembled uncontrollably.

But he is already an adult and can no longer throw himself into his mother's arms like a child and express his longing for her.

Even if he was willing, Samael, who was looking at him with gloomy and cold eyes behind his mother, would not agree.

Carlos paused for a moment, and a light flashed on his body. He simply turned into a small golden octopus that was less than the size of a palm. His multiple tentacles were twirling like Hot Wheels, trying to get close to Zhu Baishao.

Seeing this, she felt a little bitter in her heart. She squeezed away Samael, squatted down, and held the little octopus in her palm, "You are Carlos, right? You are my son."

Carlos rubbed her palm and made a cheerful "chirp". Several tentacles gently wrapped around her fingers, showing his affection and love.

"Mom loves you too."

Zhu Baishao stroked the round head of the golden little octopus with her fingers, with a smile on her lips.

Her every word and action was extremely gentle, which made Samuel's eyes jealous. His already dark red pupils were covered with a layer of misty black. He stared at Carlos sinisterly and once again thought that he might as well kill his son.

Carlos shuddered and shrank back towards Zhu Baishao's palm, looking frightened and aggrieved.

Zhu Baishao felt distressed, and she glanced at Samael coldly with an unfriendly look.

That kind of cold and elegant feeling, the crazy darkness deep in the soul, made him feel familiar, as if he had returned to the past. To him, it was a soul-stirring temptation.

Samael glanced at Carlos and slowly dissipated the invisible pressure.

The little golden octopus immediately perked up, and its tentacles stood up.

"Dale, Carlos is already an adult, you don't have to..."

His words stopped at Zhu Baishao's slightly cold eyes. Samael showed a bitter smile on his handsome and enchanting face, "... Dale, for a long time, Carlos is not the only one who misses his mother, I also miss my lover..."

Samael grabbed one of Zhu Baishao's hands and guided her hand to the vulnerable part of his body. "Perhaps if you kill me, you can stop me from missing you."

"Del..."

Zhu Baishao felt the slime in silence, "... That's enough, it's all in the past, I didn't intend to kill the gods... And you don't have to call me Dale, my name is Zhu Baishao."

Samael was stunned, and then extremely surprised. Did the fact that she told him her real name mean that she had forgiven him?

The old ruler began to recite this name silently in his heart, wanting to carve these three words into his soul and remember them forever.

Wish white peony?

Best wishes to Bai Shao!