Thousands of pets [Quick Transmigration]

The elf's silver hair is always so conspicuous. It is not difficult to find James in the crowd, but until the rising sun is about to sink, they can't see the shadow of Heine. Heine can't use magic after drinking the transformation potion. When an accident happened, the consequences were unimaginable. When James jumped in remorse, a metal mummy caught the eyes of the two.

Even at the summer festival where there are so many weirdos, it was a very strange appearance. The huge copper hood completely covered the man's face, and his whole body was covered with shiny gemstones of various colors, and there were even shards of glass. When clearing the young dragon in the mummy's hand, he ran towards the lamp in two or three steps.

"Sir," he said, "this is my friend, can you—"

"Good afternoon, Your Highness."

Chaodeng was stunned for a moment by the muffled sound coming from the heavy metal helmet. The other party put the sleeping young dragon into Chaodeng's hands. The mummy took off the helmet, revealing a familiar face to Chaodeng.

"Allison?"

The mummy in front of me was pretending to be the chief paladin, no wonder... "No wonder you wish me a good time," Chao Deng laughed, "You ran away too."

"Staying in the Holy See is very boring." Ellison raised one eyebrow and smiled: "Your Highness, is this the dragon you raised?"

"...Forget it."

Seeing James dancing desperately in the corner of Ellison's vision, thinking about how Heine would go berserk if he knew that a third person heard that he had turned into a baby dragon, and swallowed the redundant explanation towards the lamp.

"You bought a fake, it's not a dragon," the chief paladin shook his head, "It looks fine, but this little thing is as weak as a loach with wings."

"..."

Good, very familiar metaphor!

As if that wasn't enough, Ellison added casually: "You can't help you fight even if you grow up, throw it away."

"Then who will help me fight?" Chao Deng joked, "You."

"In terms of duty, of course I will protect you, Your Highness."

James said: "Lantern, we..."

"Ellison, I'm leaving first."

"Goodbye, Your Highness."

The chief paladin saluted Chaodeng, who carefully carried the sleeping baby dragon and walked towards the central square of the Summer Performance Festival. When he turned his head towards the lantern, he saw Ellison put on the metal helmet again, like a real dragon. Motionless as a mummy.

The whole department is a great magician, a little handsome, tall, white and thin, and knowledgeable.

Make a note, hee hee.

When he returned to the Holy See that night, he had dinner in front of the lamp. When he saw a young man in a gold-red dark-pattern papal robe appearing in his room, he faltered a bit, and immediately closed the door calmly.

"Little Eli."

"Your Highness," the young man's blue pupils were quiet: "Where did you go today?"

"Zangshuge," recalling the answer James asked earlier, looked at the lamp calmly: "I am reading the legends related to elves."

"But I didn't see you."

"I used a darkroom, and I—"

"A lie is the beginning of evil," the young Pope interrupted him, and Eli looked gently at his dark eyes, as if he was looking at a treasure he held in his heart, or something that was at his fingertips. Artwork: "Your Highness, you are the Son of God, you belong to God from birth, neither body nor soul is your own, and you should not be polluted by mortal fireworks."

Chao Deng opened his mouth, but he didn't refute after all. Seeing this, Eli smiled.

"Lie down on the bench and take off your clothes," the boy flipped his fingers, and a thin whip appeared in his palm: "You should be punished."

The honey-colored scorching holy oil was dripping on the young and beautiful body of the boy. The thick liquid just maintained a temperature that was unbearably hot but would not burn the skin. The skin was crystal clear like porcelain, and the fingers facing the lamp trembled slightly. , the pine and cypress fragrance of the holy oil is mixed with a rich floral and fruity smell, the young pope strokes his head and neck, and his long, soft, crow-colored hair is scattered on his delicate skeleton shoulders.

"Every time you whip the whip, you must silently say in your heart that you belong to God," Eli said softly as a warning: "Your Highness, don't try to be clever, if you don't do it, the punishment will be doubled."

Huh, really?

Looking at the lamp and nodding, Eli finally cut his long hair to the side to avoid sticking the sticky holy oil, the Pope took a step back, and the first whip landed on the back of the lamp.

"Well…!"

I rely on... I don't feel it.

Due to the ability given by the system, external stimuli can hardly make him feel pain. Except for the time when he poached his eyeballs a long time ago, Chao Deng has almost never felt pain.

Thank you Brother Caesar.

"Your Majesty, you did not comply with the request," the young man's gentle voice sounded particularly ruthless at the moment: "Five whips."

Come on, don't get too tired.

Anyway, I don’t feel it hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The scent of whale oil rose in the room, and under the candlelight, the intertwined light red welts on the milky white jade skin were particularly shocking. He turned to the lamp without saying a word from the beginning to the end. Be good, seeing his gradually dazed expression, Eli whipped him on the lower back and asked softly at the same time.

"Who do you belong to? Your Highness."

"God," Chao Deng's voice was as soft as a small animal that had been taught a lesson, "I belong to God..."

His black eyes were blank, his lips were slightly parted, some messy black hair hung down the side of his face, and the welts all over his body snaked from his back to his calves, like lingering brand marks. Seeing this, Eli couldn't help reaching out to touch his cheeks The skin on the face and the palms of the hands was as delicate as a girl's. When she turned to the lamp and saw Eli caressing herself, her thick eyelashes drooped softly.

"The last ten lashes, Your Highness."

Responding to the lamp, the scarred body remained motionless on the dark red velvet. The small whip picked by Eli was made of soft leather soaked in potion. Although the person being beaten was extremely itchy and painful, it would not bleed, and the marks would disappear in three days. It will dissipate within a day, but looking at Chao Deng's current appearance, he would rather these brand-like scars stay forever.

It's ok.

The pope-like young man greedily stared at the body in front of him, and soon, very soon this person would be sacrificed.

He personally selected his own sacrifices from millions of people, taught Chaodeng how to behave, let him enjoy the best golden spring liquid, and nourish his body with oil worth a thousand gold. He is a god, but he is willing to bind himself In the body of a mortal, it is only to personally shape Chaodeng's world view, slowly brewing a sacrifice that is sweet and liquid inside, and equally obedient on the outside.

Once the god takes possession of his sacrifice, he will lock the other party in the Nine Heavens where there is nothing else, and enjoy the beautiful body and soul of the sacrifice little by little. At that time, no other existence can disturb his interest Thinking of the inexplicable dark aura on Chaodeng's body, Eli's eyes dimmed, and he whipped Chaodeng's back fiercely again.

It's not good.

Looking at it... I want to bully this person to death. It is best to keep his black eyes full of tears and his mouth blocked all the time, so that he can only crawl on the ground, and the sacrifice has no right to cry or walk.

A silver light of extreme excitement emerged from the depths of the blue eyes of the young man. After reaching Jiuchongtian, he could treat Chaodeng casually, and no longer need to pamper and hurt him like this now. There is no way to die.

I don't know how long it has passed, when Eli finally stopped, Chao Deng got up from the bench pretending to be weak and weak with the support of the other party. Eli wiped the medicine for him and carefully helped him put on the loose nightgown.

"It may hurt a little. If you can't sleep, you can send someone to call me."

What are you calling me for, let's have another pump.

"it is good."

Seeing that Chao Deng agreed, Eli left his room with a gentle smile. The whip and holy oil disappeared, and Chao Deng locked the door, and passed the "Apocalypse" beside the bed.

"Good evening~"

He turned to the page of the Celestial Clan, and the originally silent seraph flapped its wings at him, and stretched out his hand in front of the lamp. He deliberately stretched out five fingers, a little curious about Sercia's choice.

Unexpectedly, after hesitating for a moment, Tianzu, half the size of a palm, flew into his hand. Tianzu lay down with his back facing the lamp, and his stretched snow-white six wings covered all his fingers.

"You mean it's all yours...?"

Raising his eyebrows at Chaodeng, Cecia suddenly stood up and flew to the scar on Chaodeng's forearm. He seemed to be chanting something silently. A golden warm halo formed in the palm of Tianzu's palm, and that halo fell on Chaodeng's wound. But there was no sign of improvement.

No matter how powerful the legendary holy angel is, at this moment he is just a projection on a magic book.

Xiao Tianzu's beautiful brows were deeply frowned, and a trace of bewilderment flashed across their transparent blue eyes, Chao Deng laughed out loud at this.

"I'm fine, thank you," Shengzi's beautiful brows and eyes slightly curved: "Let me tell you secretly, it doesn't hurt at all."

Seeing that Xiao Tianzu's brows were still frowning, knowing that he didn't believe it, he said casually to the lamp: "It's much better than last time. Last time I ran out for the summer performance festival, Eli hung me on the hanging beam for a day and a night, with my toes barely I can point the ground, but I am not allowed to complain."

The little Tianzu opened his mouth: "..."

"Can't hear you."

"..."

The other party wanted to use magic to write, so Chao Deng withdrew his hand. Seeing the little Celestial Clan flapping its wings and chasing his fingers, trying to get out of the book but being helpless, Chao Deng couldn't help but smirk.

"Using magic is cheating," he nodded Sercia's head: "If you really want me to hear it, come and see me."

Different from his original idea, Heine later explained to him that the Celestial Race does not believe in gods. To be precise, each race believes in different gods. Humans believe in human gods, and the cathedral dedicates everything to human gods. Believe in the goddess of life, demons only advocate power, dwarfs have their own gods, creatures and dragons in the sea may not have civilization at all, and the sky clan itself is their own belief.

He looked at the small, unbelievably beautiful creature in deep thought, and cast his gaze to the dazzling starry sky outside the window. The smoke-like stars shuttled in the moonlight, and the picture was dreamlike. He looked at the lamp for a while and retracted his gaze. Seeing Cecia nodded slightly to him.

In the middle of the night, a crack was quietly and silently opened in the defensive barrier of the Great Holy See. The six black bat wings stretched out under the moonlight. All kinds of barriers are useless to the devil, he maliciously maintained the appearance of a treasured skeleton, and opened the luxurious door.

The figure sleeping on the bed is very clear in the eyes of the skeleton. The source of power is everywhere in this body. The shapeless soul-inducing tree has sprouted in Chaodeng's body. Soon, his body will be covered with ghostly magic marks.

The skeleton put the black gentleman's hat on the bedside, touched the delicate lips of the saint with the golden cane, and gradually opened his eyes towards the lamp. When he saw the tall and terrifying black acid skeleton in front of him clearly, he whispered to the lamp.

"Luodin?" He stood up, "Why are you here?"

"You smell disgusting," the skeleton replied irrelevantly. "Guess, the holy oil or the magic brand? It doesn't matter. They will all become the nourishment of the soul tree in a moment."

"what?"

"Spirit-guiding tree," the treasured skeleton approached him, eyes made of silver foil, opals and gold rims made of dental floss, Lodin opened his mouth: "There is a bad seed in the candy you ate yesterday, it will be in the Germinate in your body, if you can't get enough magic energy, it will absorb your nutrition until you become a skeleton like me."

"..."

"In hell, we usually plant it in the mouth of our enemies, ten or twenty, I'm very gentle with you, right?" The skeleton's slender finger bones touched Chao Deng's lips, and at the same time pulled off the bathrobe with one hand, milky white The skin and mottled red marks are intertwined into a depraved picture, and Luo Ting gave a perverted evaluation pertinently: "beautiful."

"..."

my day.

"Do you want to go to hell with me, or stay here and pray to your god?" The skeleton giggled, "Maybe he will save you, before you become a pile of bones."

"What do you want?" Looking up at the lamp, he put one hand on the ribs of the skeleton's chest, and he reached out to stroke the Hessian bones one by one, some of which were embedded with gems, symbolizing that the holy son of light bowed his head in front of a monster , I have to say, this is an extremely exciting sight: "My bodily fluids?"

Before Luoding could answer, Chao Deng licked the ribs on his chest, the sour bone slid across the tip of his tongue, and he stopped on the right side of his chest, his tongue wrapped half of the dry bone, and the skeleton's chest was wet with his saliva.

"It is said that the heart of the demons grows on the right side." Chao Deng's lips curled up slightly, his almost innocent expression was particularly ghostly on his delicate and charming face: "Is it true?"

Six bat wings stretched out behind the skeleton, and in the next instant, all light sources were completely cut off, and he was completely wrapped in the opponent's wings, and a pale and firm chest could be vaguely seen.

"It's true," Luo Ting's deep and mellow voice was like fine wine, and his bright red pupils gradually became clear in the darkness. He looked at the naked Son in his arms, and his flesh-wrapped fingers stuck into the opening of the lamp: "Would you like to see my heart, human child?"

"Hmm... you, you obviously only want... bodily... liquid...!"

"It was like this a few minutes ago, but as I said, this is a beautiful scenery," the devil laughed. He took off the skin of the treasured skeleton, and his handsome and pale face was particularly alluring. The powerful beauty unique to the devil was undoubtedly revealed. There was an extremely pleasant laugh in his throat: "I like beautiful scenery."

He took his fingers away from Chao Deng's mouth, stretched out his tongue to lick off the saliva attached to the source of power, and the devil's red eyes narrowed dangerously.

"It's very sweet, kid."

"Wings," Chao Deng paused, "Why wrap me with wings?"

"The birdmen of the Celestial Clan wrap their wings around their lovers, and the demons only wrap their wings around their prey," the demon stared at the Chaodeng trapped by him with satisfaction, and his red eyes were full of undisguised greed. : "Sleep with me, huh?"

He patted Chao Deng's face lightly like coaxing a child.

"Give you a reward."