Holographic online game of catastrophe

Chapter 8

Norman was halfway through eating, and finally realized something was wrong. He looked up and just saw the high priest lower his head.

After the two finished their meal, the man gave them a dessert. After he left, the proprietress came again, followed by the little boy.

Maybe because his mother was there, the little boy hid behind his mother by pulling her long skirt, only his small head was exposed, and his big round eyes looked straight at the high priest.

The high priest put a money bag in the proprietress's hand, bent down and touched the boy's head: "It's very delicious, thank you for your hospitality, Aisha, see you next time, Dewei." After finishing speaking, he quietly stuffed it into the boy's hand. I took a fructose.

The proprietress's lips were slightly curled up, and she put away the purse pretending not to see it, her expression was gentle: "You are welcome anytime, High Priest."

At this time, Norman seemed to have remembered something, and he also took a step forward. He held the proprietress's hand lightly and kissed him with a blank expression: "Thank you for your hospitality, beautiful lady, please forgive my rudeness just now. .”

Ala, the proprietress was a little surprised, she curled her red lips: "This little brother is really... so handsome, of course I will forgive you."

Norman smiled apologetically at the proprietress, but fortunately, his face is not completely dead with this kind of courtesy!

At this time, Norman was lying in his heart: It took a long time to react in a daze! !

His upbringing taught him not to be so disrespectful to women, but he was immersed in the silent character of Norman, completely forgetting about normal communication, and this seems to be a friend of the high priest, QAQ must not be left behind by the high priest Bad impression.

He didn't dare to look back at the high priest, and the high priest's expression was indeed a little bad, but he quickly returned to normal, touched the boy's head again, and he walked forward very naturally, holding Norman's hand: " We're running out of time, we have to go."

Surprised by the touch in his hand, Norman looked back at the high priest, who smiled as usual, but did not look at him.

Norman suppressed his mood: "Okay, my lord."

The man also ran out to see them off, and after waving with the three, the high priest seemed to have forgotten, and still held Norman's hand, and the sound of Norman's excited heart beating was deafening to the eardrums.

(≧?≦) The hands of the high priest are so soft and slippery!I really want to never let go for the rest of my life!

There was a moment of silence between the two, and they walked to the teleportation point holding hands.

In fact, Norman always thought that the teleportation point was for players to use, but seeing the high priest walking to the center of the teleportation point very naturally and activating the magic circle, he was already expressionless. Anyway, the high priest deserves the best!

At the same time, because the high priest was leading him, he was not stopped by the guards at the door... orz

When he stepped onto the teleportation point, Norman remembered what happened before, and couldn't help but curse first: Garbage game.

But if he can choose, he still hopes that this bug will last longer.

After the teleportation array was activated, Norman felt his eyes go dark, only the touch on his hand was still there, which made Norman feel a rare sense of peace of mind.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and felt that the skill of his fanboy was probably at the full level.

Norman soon realized something was wrong, is the teleportation array so slow?Why is there still darkness in front of my eyes

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask the high priest.But he found that the hand that was holding him was suddenly clenched, and the original words became a question: "High Priest?"

I heard the other party's breathing became much heavier, and then a deep voice sounded: "I found you."

Although it was the high priest's voice, it didn't sound like it at all. The voice he was used to was very soft and clear, not so deep at all...

Norman hesitated very much: "High Priest?"

A beam of light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then the dazzling light pierced over. After the light faded, Norman found that the high priest let go of his hand, and the high priest standing in front of him was still the high priest who looked like the Son of Light.

Norman tilted his head, "The High Priest...?"

The high priest looked at him with a smile: "Well, what's wrong?"

"Did you say anything just now?"

The high priest thought about it strangely: "If you mean after entering the magic circle, I haven't said anything."

"Really..." Norman muttered to himself.

The high priest was a little puzzled, but he also felt something was wrong. A dark light flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly, and Norman didn't notice it.

"According to the map, we still have to walk south for an hour." Seeing that Norman was silent, the high priest broke the silence.

Norman temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart, nodded, and opened his wings to the high priest. His wings were the simplest, big white wings.

He held out his hand to the high priest: "Do you have a mount?"

The high priest shook his head and took Norman's hands.

Norman said honestly: "Then do you mind if I serve you?"

The high priest chuckled, "Of course I don't mind."

Norman controlled the expressionless face that was about to collapse, and wrapped his arms around the high priest's slender waist, and then he found that he had to control his hands not to shake, but fortunately, because he had to wrap his waist around his waist, he made the high priest turn his back to him , finally can not control the expression (OvO).

After hugging the high priest tightly, Norman spread his wings and flew up.

He flew in the direction indicated by the high priest.

In fact, the player's wings can only support one person's flight, and the time is limited. After flying for more than ten minutes, Norman is already relying entirely on perseverance.

Fortunately, he was still strong enough. In order not to hurt the high priest, several veins were prominent on his arm. The high priest looked down at his arm which was a completely different color from his own clothes. Norman was wearing a strong suit. It is completely exposed to the outside, and the muscles on it can be clearly seen. At this time, the arms are tense, and the muscles are very smooth. Although the skin color is very dark, blue veins can also be seen.

The high priest was wearing a pure white robe, which he usually wore as a priest. At this moment, his Norman's arm became very obvious compared with his clothes...

The high priest stared at it unconsciously, with obsession in his eyes.

Darkness seemed to gather in his clear eyes, the more he longed for youth, the thicker his darkness became, of course he was unconscious of all of this

At this moment, he only felt that his throat was very thirsty and his teeth were itchy. He wanted to bite the young man's arm and lick the bright red blood that flowed from him, but he was afraid of hurting the young man, so he turned to him. I want to lick off the sweat of youth.

Just by imagining, the high priest's throat tightened.

But in fact, because this is a game, Norman can bleed, but not sweat.

Norman waved his wings hard, and finally reached the destination with great difficulty. He heaved a sigh of relief and put the high priest on the ground. Although the beauty was in his arms, he didn't enjoy it at all. If he had known it earlier, he would have done it earlier. A two-person mount is ready, and Norman regrets it at the beginning, because he is too withdrawn, he just took all the things that need to be interacted with from the system, and did not do any of the rest of the money to recharge. He missed the chance to pretend in front of the priest...

The high priest didn't take his eyes off Norman's arm for a few seconds after landing, but then he was shocked by the soaring demonic energy and quickly looked over.

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