defilement

"Hey, if you continue to scout and scout, we can ask someone to ask!"

"Well, the detection range is only about three miles. Let's go." Muir walked around him slowly, and Chris got up to keep up.

After half a day, I found several groups of people in a row and finally met a small caravan also going in the direction of Phra Nasha.In the end, Chris won it with the strength of a sixth-level swordsman on par with the mercenary captain hired by the caravan.

After the caravan finally found its place, Chris became busy all of a sudden, competing with the mercenary captain Lawrence, chatting with the caravan leader, wandering around every time he took a break, and seemed to be full of energy.

And although Muir said that his glorious and holy appearance and temperament made him detached from everyone, it also made people afraid to approach him. Getting along with such a holy existence would only reveal his own ugliness.Simply Muir was used to it, flipping through the books Chris had borrowed for him.

another break

Six fat and strong Qilu beasts were pulled into the woods, and the benefits of joining the caravan were immediately manifested.You don't have to work hard to find food or dead branches.

As a distinguished magician, Muir just sits aside and waits quietly. The big pot of delicious gramme mushroom soup is hot and stomach-warming, and the enough gramme barbecue is hot and tempting. Dump Chris eight blocks away.

Around the bonfire, the merchants brought out good wine and the mercenaries created a fiery atmosphere. They drank and sang together and competed to dance with a few girls. Chris was caught in the middle affectionately, and he was happily talking about something.

Sitting on the periphery, Muir used the method to detect the surroundings from time to time. Looking at their red faces illuminated by the fire, he suddenly felt boring. They couldn't join in their lives. Rejected existence!Arthur has always been like this, inexplicably loyal!Severe and demanding requirements!And the damn demon god, get out of here, don't touch me!

"Why... why don't you try to believe in me?" Yakemohe's voice was misty and slow, so slow that it was distorted, "Muir, my dear Muir...ah, um..."

No, why... Muir hugged his head in pain, feeling like his mind was going to explode.

"Why... why don't you try to believe in me?" Yakemohe's voice was misty and slow, so slow that it was distorted, "Muir, my dear Muir...ah, um..."

No, why... Muir hugged his head in pain, feeling like his mind was going to explode.

Chris laughed and showed off loudly: "Did you know that I once captured a unicorn!" The unicorn is a mythical beast in legend, just because Chris is a sixth-level swordsman?Everyone laughed.

"You don't believe me? Let me tell you, I made a disguise. This kind of mythical beast is generally hard on the outside and soft on the inside. I have been friendly with it for 100 years before I caught it without any risk and wiped out the unicorn family!" Speaking of 'Chris', he hummed and laughed, and caused dissatisfied boos from the crowd.

Muir only felt his heart beating fast, his temples beating fast, and there seemed to be countless evil thoughts rushing out of his mind and hitting his brain, no, no, no, light, the God of Light is with me... Muir trembled, his hands trembling violently, and he finished pray.

'Chris' laughed again: "The harder the seemingly indestructible thing, the more I want to try it. After all, I'm already bored. Why don't you hold something you like? Even though it will break I don't care if it's a little bit broken! What do you think? Hahaha!"

Muir fell to his knees directly on the ground, as if he had been fished out of the water, but the strange thing was that no one noticed his abnormality, even the people who passed by him.

Muir was shivering, his body was extremely cold for a while, and then it was hot for a while, all kinds of vicious thoughts flashed through his mind, and then flashed shameful confession.As if he was about to be torn in two, the dark and gloomy thoughts covered his eyes with blood.

His eyes are already dull, his blond hair scattered on his cheeks looks fragile and helpless, his upright and self-sufficient body is always curled up, and his usually tight lips are constantly opening and closing like fish out of water, expressing his painful heart , all of which increase the understanding of this pain by others.

'Chris' looked through the crowd and landed on Muir, he still didn't 'brag' anything, and slowly got up and left, the mercenaries who were chatting about him completely regarded him as air and chatted together again.

Oh, my Muir, won't you be obedient? 'Chris' approached slowly and looked down at this stubborn and proud saint. From a distance, he could see the picture of the victim kneeling and begging the gods for rescue, but the god he knelt down leaned over and hugged him with a strange and subtle smile. Muir, who was trembling, buried his head on Muir's neck to feel his breath deeply, and 'Chris' couldn't help rubbing his dry lips for a long time.

No, not yet, 'Chris' stopped his next move, desperately telling himself to be patient, this body is not worthy of touching Muir.

Soon, soon...'Chris' approached Muir, and the two of them pressed their foreheads together in a very intimate posture. On the two faces, one was a holy face distorted by pain, and the other was a doting smile. rough face.The two were leaning against the big tree with their limbs entangled, and the flames in the distance brought out the unspeakable sinful darkness.

Temple of the Son

Arthur was listening to the report from the steward of the temple, with a dazzling appearance like the sun, but the faint smile on his face froze for a moment, and then became perfect again.

He rubbed his temples only after the steward resigned in awe. As Muir's natal knight, he could vaguely feel Muir's intense emotions.

And this level is only comparable to the emotion that Arthur could vaguely feel when he sent Muir, who was only eight years old, into the Nether Forest, and it was even stronger, just like... Shaken faith, you What happened?Muir, are you down here?Arthur's face without a smile became as dangerous and unpredictable as an abyss.

"Come on, get ready, it's time to welcome the Holy Son back!"