[Quick Transmigration] Boyfriend system

The true god stared at the bewildered silver-haired angel in front of him, and suddenly and slowly drew a small arc on the corner of his lips, and his elegant and noble voice was full of joy that he didn't bother to hide: "You like my touch very much. .”

"Nonsense!" Mo Mo subconsciously looked at him and roared back in a low voice, but when his eyes met the smile on his lips, he couldn't help being taken aback.

In fact, God seldom smiles. In many cases, it seems that He is more suitable to lean on the throne that belongs to Him alone, and look at all beings in the world indifferently.Even the few smiles that Mo Mo saw were full of mercy, charity, or hypocrisy from the Supreme God to the creation—at least he thought so.

But this time the smile seemed a little different.

With just a very small arc on the corner of his lips, this lofty and mighty god seemed to have a temperature in an instant.There seemed to be endless tenderness and warmth in the bright and beautiful golden eyes, making people involuntarily want to indulge in the tenderness he gave, never wanting to wake up again.

"You like my touch." God repeated word for word with certainty, and slowly approached the silver-haired angel.

The silver-haired angel bit his lower lip stubbornly, and still insisted: "Father God, His Highness Lucifer is my lover, and I will never fall in love with anyone else, even if the object is you, I will not change I have every single cent of my heart on my mind!"

"... Oh?" ​​God raised his eyebrows, as if he wasn't surprised by his answer, and his slender and powerful legs still walked towards him unhurriedly.

When the god took a step forward, the silver-haired angel took a step back involuntarily, until he was forced to the stone table and had no way to retreat, then the god slowly lowered his head, and softly whispered in his ear: "Then if the way Isn't Sifel your destined lover? Huh?"

"Impossible!" The silver-haired angel replied crisply without the slightest hesitation, and the moon-white eyes were filled with unshakable firmness.

He has lived with his lover for several lifetimes, and although lovers in each world have different personalities, no matter what, the deep love that is deep in the soul will never change.Every time, they will always meet, know each other, and stay together under an inexplicable emotional entanglement.Mo Mo can firmly believe that, except for his lover, he will never tolerate the closeness of anyone else.

So what is the reason for his sense of familiarity with the approach of Jehovah?Is it really just because of the angel's instinctive attachment and admiration for the Father God?

The silver-haired archangel frowned, and there was a little bit of light in his moon-like eyes. It was obvious that he was not in a calm mood right now.He couldn't help pursing his lips, and lowered his eyes into deeper contemplation.

But it's a pity that the beautiful angel who only cared about sorting out her own thoughts seemed to... completely forget that there was a god who was eyeing him like a tiger.

Seeing that the silver-haired angel was able to wander into the sky under his own suppression, the god's golden eyes narrowed dangerously, and his handsome face returned to the cool and plain as before. Bring the angel back to reality.

"Uh, ah, it's so cold—" Mo Mo shivered slightly from the cold air, blinked his eyes for no reason, and uttered a few confused single sounds.When his eyes finally met the golden eyes of the true god, he realized what he had just done. While secretly despising that he would become more and more relaxed in front of him to the point of distraction, he immediately mobilized his whole body's vigilance and worked hard with his upper body. Leaning back, I tried my best to distance myself from him, and said with some difficulty, "Father, what other orders do you have? Please step back a bit, this appearance is really unreasonable."

The words are just and justified, and this request sounds very legitimate and reasonable.

However, what Mo Mo didn't consider was that in front of a god who was too powerful to resist and was still eyeing him, a gesture of blind rejection seemed to be counterproductive.

Sure enough, a chill flashed in the god's bright golden eyes, and his perfectly slender fingers lightly touched the table, and the sundries on the stone table instantly turned into dust and dissipated in the air. Pushing it onto the table, before the angel could react, the fit and powerful body immediately covered it, pressing the silver-haired angel tightly under him.

"Father God! You! Let me down!"

Mo Mo struggled subconsciously and wanted to get up, but was grabbed by the waist by the true god, and pressed more and more firmly under him.He looked at the god tightly suppressing him above him in disbelief, but suddenly found that from his current perspective, against the orange glow of the eighth heaven, the god's originally dazzling golden eyes , It seems to be able to burst out a little bit of magnificent red.Such a pair of eyes with touching colors, staring at him so tightly and wholeheartedly, is extremely captivating.

"Don't resist me." The deity locked his waist with one hand, and slowly rubbed his index finger on the skin of his waist through the thin cloth, causing waves of itch, while the other hand rested on the side of his head , forming a posture of absolute suppression.Against the backdrop of the sky full of rays of light, the god's handsome face looked deeper and deeper, his golden eyes were bright and charming, but his brows were slightly furrowed. For some reason, there always seemed to be a hint of hunger, thirst, and ruthlessness that he couldn't get.

The god pressing above him slowly lowered his head amidst his astonished eyes, his perfectly thin lips were almost touching his lips, and said in a low voice, "Otherwise, I will do you right now."

Momo: ...

Such domineering and rogue-like words were really spoken by the greatest, most benevolent and most loving true God in the heavens?Could he be dreaming?

But no matter what, before he figured out the relationship between the true god and Lucifer, he must not give in!Phew, no!It should be that even if you figure out the reason, you must never give in!

Mo Mo struggled to look away from the beauty trap of the gods, and secretly cheered himself up: "Mo Mo, think about your lover who is still in prison now! He is now being captured by the big devil in front of him (? ?) Locked up in prison and suffered so much, it’s fine if you can’t help him, but are you still going to be that kind of scumbag who can’t do anything with one’s own feet?! Regardless of whether the true god and Lucifer are still What is the connection between lovers is not something you should think about now, in short, you must stick to your heart and put the completion of the task as the first priority!"

Constantly persuading myself like this, the confidence in my heart seemed to finally be a little more sufficient.Mo Mo turned his head slightly, carefully avoiding the lips of the true God, and said firmly: "Gabriel will only love Lucifer alone, and will never change his mind! So please let me go."

The god didn't speak, but he didn't let go of him either. His bright golden eyes firmly locked the stubborn angel below him, and in his eyes, there was a shockingly stubborn and inevitable.

The true God and the angels silently compete with each other in the most intimate posture.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely quiet.

Until Yuan Yadan reappeared.

"Father, father, father, father, God. You, you..." Yuan Yadan stared dumbfounded at the two people who were in close posture in front of him. In extreme astonishment, even the black dry skin in his hand dangled and fell off. to the ground.

God tightly suppressed the silver-haired angel who was trying to struggle under him, and did not let go even after the Holy Son appeared. Hearing Yuan Yadan's bewildered voice, he only asked in a low voice, "What's the matter." Apparently, compared to the silver-haired angel that he managed to catch, the True God doesn't care whether his noble and cool image will be wiped out in the mind of the Holy Son.

"Father!"

However, although the true god is unwilling to let go, Mo Mo's face is still a little thinner after all.As soon as he heard Yuan Yadan's voice, he quickly called out to the true god in a low voice, and struggled in vain under the god's body, with obvious embarrassment in his moon-white eyes.Because he was afraid that Yuan Yadan would hear some terrible news, he hurriedly stood up slightly, leaned into the ear of the true god and whispered, "Put me down!"

A small stream of air flowed beside the ears with a trace of the clear and clear breath that only belonged to the silver-haired angel, brushing the hair beside the ears.Jehovah suddenly felt a little itchy in his heart.

On top of the god's handsome face was the usual cool expression, but his Adam's apple moved up and down, and finally got up slowly and let him go.

The moment True God let go of the silver-haired angel, he rolled on the stone table like a dexterous monkey, and quickly slipped out from the gap between True God's body and the stone table.

After finally falling back to the ground from the cold and hard stone table, before Mo Mo could breathe a sigh of relief, Yuan Yadan's strange eyes followed him like a shadow, and then he and the real god looked at him and the real god. Turning back and forth between them, it seems very untidy.

However, the big boss couldn't attack in the presence, so Mo Mo could only grind his teeth secretly, holding back his usual cold expression, glaring at Yuan Yadan secretly with a hint of warning, then lowered his head and moved his hands together Quickly tidied up his appearance, although he was a little reluctant, in the end he had no choice but to stand behind Jehovah silently.

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ I'm so aggrieved! He's in the next world! He must be such a boss! Call the wind and rain, omnipotent! Let his old master kneel down and sing for him to conquer!

Hey, why did he think of the word Lao Gong...

But no matter what, it seems that now is not the time to think about these things... When Yuan Yadan's eyes, which had obviously become meaningful, shot towards him, cold sweat broke out on Mo Mo's forehead.