I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

Not long after Qi Mo returned to the room, he just fell asleep when he noticed someone opened the door and walked in.He lifted half of his body from the bed and took a look, and found that it was His Majesty the Pope, so he lay down again in peace.

"Why are you here..." Qi Mo's tone was a bit ambiguous, the potion was really powerful, he was lying on the soft bed, just wanting to have a good sleep.

"I heard some news, so I came back first."

As the Pope said so, he gently approached the unsuspecting blond youth.He stepped aside, fixed his eyes on Qi Mo's face eagerly, lowered his head and kissed his dry lips.

Qi Mo vaguely agreed, and then fell asleep peacefully.His Majesty the Pope stood by the bed, staring at him for a long time, and then rolled over to the other side of the bed as if he had finally finished watching.

Qi Mo had already taken off his dirty knight armor, but he still didn't take a bath.After all, this is a battlefield, and there are not many extravagant conditions.The Pope sat on the bed, and he stared at Qi Mo for a while before he pulled him into his arms and slowly took off his clothes.

Following the actions of the Pope, the air in the room gradually heated up, enough for people not to feel cold without a quilt.A faint fragrance filled the air, and in this faint fragrance, Your Excellency the Paladin Commander fell into a deeper and deeper sleep.

The Pope just waved his hand, and a water ball condensed in the air.He hugged Qi Mo, put him in the water polo, and wiped his body with a snow-white cloth towel.

Qi Mo fought on the battlefield for a long time, and of course he had wounds on his body.These wounds spread all over his body, and they were not serious, but now they looked shocking.

His Majesty frowned tightly. He lightly touched the wound on the chief paladin's body, and a black gas slipped out of the young man's wound soundlessly, and got into his hand.

"...Ah Mo."

His Majesty the Pope scrubbed Qi Mo's body and changed his clothes before putting him on the bed.

In terms of the effect of that potion, Qi Mo's deep sleep was too long. The Pope looked at his face greedily, his hair slowly faded to silvery white, and so did his eyes—now it should be called He is a magician.

The magician longed to take his precious in his arms, to hug him, kiss him, penetrate him.But no.

... Judging from their effects, his Ah Mo still likes the more "human" him.

So he should be patient and change himself into another self, which is the best.

The magician hugged the paladin until the afternoon, when there was gradually a sound in the corridor, he sighed helplessly, and kept kissing the paladin's face.

Thinking that Qi Mo would regard him as another self, the magician felt very bored.He frowned and thought for a while, then gently placed His Excellency the Chief Paladin on the feather pillow, and happily pulled off the pants of the Chief Holy Knight, leaving a tooth mark on his snow-white buttocks.

Soon, the noisy voice in the corridor became louder and louder. The magician finally looked at Qi Mo reluctantly for a while, and disappeared the moment the real pope opened the door.

His Majesty the Pope just got the news - His valiant Lord Paladin killed dozens of attacking demons from the land race during the first attack, which can be said to have killed half of the opponent's combat power.The other demons are also much easier to deal with by the powerful of all races.

His Majesty the Pope treated all seriously wounded and dying soldiers in the seriously wounded area.

What the Holy See of Light really keeps everyone in mind is their healing ability. Light elements are good things for all races—except for the land races.

The Holy See has monopolized the production of Bright Masters. It can be said that they are an important line of defense for the land races.At any time, no matter how powerful the enemy you are facing, as long as you have a powerful and reliable clergyman you can rely on, no matter how badly you are injured, as long as you are not dying, he will be able to save you.

The Holy See is the strongest backing of the mainland races—at least on the surface.

And the clergy of the Holy See—except for those knights, no one else can prove themselves on the battlefield.His Majesty the Pope is treated as a last line of defense, and in ordinary wars, he is absolutely not allowed to play—even though Qi Mo has proved the terrible lethality of the light element to the land races.

The glorious achievements of His Excellency the Holy Knight Commander finally reached the ears of His Majesty the Pope.At that time, His Majesty the Pope had just healed a strong orc. He just tapped the orc's forehead, and the wound on the other's body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, he was alive and kicking.

After hearing the news, His Majesty the Pope took out his scepter—he lightly touched the floor, and an invisible, warm aura surrounded the area.The wounds on the injured people began to heal, and they all stretched their brows, showing joyful expressions.

After performing this almost miraculous group healing, His Majesty the Pope came to Qi Mo in a hurry.

The moment the Pope entered, the fragrance in the room disappeared with the owner.

Qi Mo also woke up at this time, and just as the Pope sat by his bed, he opened his eyes.The confusion in his eyes only appeared for a few seconds before being covered by other expressions.

The changes that appear on the body are the most obvious.

Qi Mo felt a lot more comfortable, and wondered why the Pope didn't directly cure him.

Now his whole body is lazy, he doesn't want to move at all, and he doesn't even want to say a word.So he just raised his hand, showing the wound on his arm to His Majesty the Pope.

His Majesty the Pope frowned when he saw the hideous cut mark. He lightly touched Qi Mo's wound to help him heal the wound on his body.

Qi Mo was like an unconscious puppet, limp into a ball, allowing the Pope to heal him.While recovering from the wound on his leg, the Pontiff slowly removed his trousers, then froze.

His Majesty the Pope: "..."

Qi Mo: "???"

His Excellency the Paladin Commander felt quite comfortable when his legs were raised.He looked at the stunned Pope in puzzlement, and kicked the palm under his feet in a gesture, telling him to hurry up and stop dawdling.

His Majesty the Pope moved again and helped Qi Mo heal all the wounds on his body.These wounds did not have the dark aura that is characteristic of being injured by demons. Before His Majesty the Pope thought it was because of the strong light power of his chief paladin, but now he realized that it might not be because of this.

The slight pain in some places became obvious after the wounds all over the body healed.With the power under the Pope's crown, there is no way to make the tooth marks on Qi Mo's buttocks disappear. He stared at the tooth marks, full of the bad feeling that his cake was stolen.

Why the rush?Why!

Obviously, he will go to where you are in the future - and now he wants to steal food!

Qi Mo's drowsiness has not been completely eliminated, he still wants to sleep for a while, so he said in a low and hoarse voice that can only be found after sleeping for a long time: "What's the matter... it hurts a bit."

In fact, it wasn't pain, it was just a slight weird feeling that made him want to take a look - obviously he didn't hurt there.

But this time, the Pope, who had always been obedient to him, and could even be said to obey his words, did not move.He was silent for a while, but lowered his head instead, leaving a tooth mark on the tip of the other buttock.

"I don't want to do it now." Qi Mo snorted softly and rejected him directly.His Majesty the Pope gave him a faint look, and did not continue, but instead lay down on the other side of the bed and hugged him gently.

Qi Mo didn't refuse the hug.He closed his eyes, and the drowsiness that hadn't dissipated welled up again, and he fell asleep just like that.

That night, His Majesty the Pope did not come out of the room of His Excellency the Chief Paladin, and there was no sound from inside, which made some people aware of something, but hesitated to be sure.

The next morning, Qi Mo got up on time.Except for two particularly symmetrical teeth marks, there was no injury left on his body, and he had a good night's sleep last night, and now he looks extra energetic.

The vague and weird feeling in the buttocks of His Excellency the Paladin Commander did not dissipate. He glanced at the Pope who was still asleep, touched the side where he had bitten, touched a tooth mark, and frowned.I also felt that the feeling on the other side was a bit familiar, so I touched it...and also touched a tooth mark.

Qi Mo was shocked.

He picked up the long sword he was wearing that was on the table, pulled out the snow-white blade, looked at himself, and found that it was actually a tooth mark with suffocation.

How did this tooth mark get on him?

Qi Mo frowned, feeling a strange breath.As he was getting dressed, he thought about what happened last night, and slowly developed a bad premonition.

His Majesty the Pope waited until he finished tidying up before waking up, and began to tidy himself up, and also tidied up the bed, so that no one else would see any unusual traces.

Qi Mo went outside to ask for bread, jam, milk and barbecue.He hadn't shown up since he left the battlefield yesterday, which inevitably made people feel worried—especially since His Majesty the Pope stayed in his room and didn't come out all night.

The other races outside didn't know about this matter. At most, they only knew that the Pope hurried back yesterday and never came out again.

The Holy See's own knights and priests knew some of the details, and there was a little more cautiousness in the eyes of Qi Mo.

Qi Mo still had a warm smile, pretending not to notice anything, said a few words to a few knights who came over to say good morning, and then went back.

One of the knights saw that the plate he was holding was clearly not his own portion of breakfast, so he endured it, but he still couldn't help it, and boldly asked, "My lord, do you eat so much by yourself?"

Qi Mo shook his head, and said bluntly: "I can't eat so much by myself. These are breakfasts for me and Mianxia."

His attitude was so calm that the knight who had some inexplicable thoughts was instantly shaken.Taking advantage of the other party's tangled effort, Qi Mo left with the tray in his hand.

When he returned, His Majesty had just finished making the bed.Seeing Qi Mo coming back, he came over to help his Lord Knight put away his things. The two sat together and began to enjoy their breakfast.

Qi Mo ate very fast. He cut the barbecue in half, put it on the plate of His Majesty the Pope, and quickly finished his breakfast.The Pope wanted to share some with him, but he refused.

"This is enough," said the chief paladin. "If I really want to eat, I don't need to share it with you."

Does this mean that he specially assigned a part to him?

His Majesty the Pope interpreted His Excellency the Chief Paladin's words very cleverly, and immediately felt that the taste on his tongue was more delicious than one level.

It was only when the Pope finished eating and was about to pack up his things that Qi Mo grabbed him.

"Put it down, there's no need to tidy up for now." Qi Mo sat on the side and sat upright seriously.He frowned slightly, with a serious look on his face.

The Pope paused for a moment, and stopped packing his things. He sat back and said, "What's wrong with you... what happened?"

Qi Mo shook his head, and he asked directly: "When did you come back yesterday?"

The pope paused and said, "You ask this..."

"It looks like it is."

Qi Mo frowned - no wonder he said His Holiness the Pope would give him a bath, but he didn't clean up his wounds.It seems that "His Majesty the Pope" was a counterfeit in the first place, and a counterfeit with evil intentions, and his strength is definitely not low.

Then the faint pain he felt at the beginning... It should also be bitten by that weird guy.

In an instant, Qi Mo thought of the false Pope's crowning at the beginning of yesterday afternoon, and thought of the kind cloaked magician who helped him get bread, broth, and medicine yesterday.

To be honest, there was no difference between the cloak in front of him and the absence of it.He still remembered the face of an ordinary middle-aged man under the hood, and the magician had a pair of dark green, almost pitch-black eyes.

The originally kind-hearted cloaked magician suddenly became suspicious.Qi Mo dug out many doubts, and finally turned back to the weird attitude of His Majesty the Pope when he helped him heal his wound yesterday.

He frowned and asked, "Did you find out from the beginning?"

His Majesty the Pope gave a guilty "hmm".

Qi Mo slapped the table, and he asked in a low voice: "You don't mind?

For some reason, when he thought of this, a strange feeling of anger burned in his heart, and he even wanted to grab the Pope and make him cry hard.

His Majesty the Pope quickly said, "Of course I mind!"

The flame in Qi Mo's heart was instantly extinguished.He breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, his emotions were actually affected by the Pope's crown, but he didn't hate the feeling of being led away by his emotions, but rather enjoyed it.

But this matter cannot be let go like this.Qi Mo thought about the Pope's reaction just now, and asked suspiciously, "Do you know him?"

"..." His Majesty the Pope felt even more guilty, he gave a low "hmm", looked at Qi Mo's changing expression, and said in a remedial way: "I'm sorry, Vivian, I didn't tell you about this before—— You can think of him as another me."