Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

A riot beyond everyone's expectations began, and even Ashmon didn't know what kind of human imagination can deteriorate day by day when it is out of control.

But those are not within the scope of Ashmon's consideration. No matter how hot the outside is, all it wants is more chaos. As long as the chaos still exists, it can feed on it and exist forever.

What it pays more attention to at the moment is still the last vacant seat.This morning, a little below the navel of the Son of God, Ashmon discovered several strangely shaped patterns, which vaguely formed the shape of some kind of flower, which proved that its recent efforts were not in vain.

Even, Ashmon silently guessed in his heart what kind of flower it was, whether it was the myrtle presented for Aphrodite, or the mysterious and enchanting thorn flower.

"This, will it hurt?" He stroked along the direction of the pattern, feeling the skin under his hands trembling slightly due to itching.It rejoiced at these changes, but before that, it worried that Zhidiao would die sooner.

It is a very dangerous attempt to inject the power of the dark god into human beings, let alone a son of the light god, but Ashmon is really looking forward to it. Hong Hong: "It's okay, soon we will be together forever."

Will it hurt?

Zhidiao didn't feel much pain.

Those treacherous patterns that appeared on his flesh brought him more ridicule than pain, as if the young buds watered with malice finally bloomed.Jitori was not surprised when he saw it, he even felt that it was a shape specially made for his soul.

It's too fitting.

Why let him play the Son?

Their souls are a complete mismatch.

That thing reminded Zhitiao all the time of his low-class background, and his constant scheming in order to get what he wanted.

It was the first time he received guests. Sister Qin had protected him very well and forbade him to go to chaotic places.Use Zanhua Xiaokai to write one page a day, teach him in the morning, and check it in the evening.During the blank time in the middle, he was left alone to sit in the small booth that no one cared about and copy continuously, from the bright sky to the beginning of the ice wheel.

He didn't feel lonely, because he had promised Sister Qin that he would take her out of there one day, so all loneliness was worth looking forward to.

But he broke his promise.

One day, at the time of the devil, a man with a fair appearance strayed into the path and named him for the first time.It seems that he is not a small official, the madam dare not refuse, she only needs three pieces of silver to send him to the special compartment for dignitaries.

He is worthless, but worth only three small pieces of silver.

Ashmon, as a dark creature, it is not without reason that he is obsessed with him.

Just because that day took him away from the expected track, Zhidiao always remembered that person.On weekdays, they recite poems and fight against each other, and ride horses with him for outings in their spare time, but after Zhiniao truly confirmed that the emperor's heart belongs to him, the first thing he did was coax the emperor to get rid of that person.

No matter how high an official he is.

He is just such a snake-hearted person, no matter how many good deeds he does on weekdays, it can't offset it. No wonder Ashmond loves him.

Zhidiao stretched out his hand, grabbed Ashmon's and drew the magic pattern on his lower abdomen, stroke by stroke, very seriously.Such an intimate action made Ashmon's heart thump. It watched as the hands held it first, and then slowly climbed the arms to touch its cheek.

This kind of stroking made him extremely comfortable, but when he wanted to put his face down to rub Zhiniao's palm actively, that hand gripped its neck along its chin.

Then, tighten little by little.

The air was constantly squeezed, and there was less and less to be obtained from the outside. Ashmon couldn't help opening his mouth. It might have said something vaguely, but the other party was not moved.

The brain began to lack oxygen, black snowflakes appeared in front of his eyes, his limbs completely lost control, and he was weak and limp.

Is this the illusion that humans are on the verge of death?

Ashmon tried his best to look at the Holy Son, that sculptural face was still neither sad nor happy, calm and distant like a song flowing from ancient times to the present.This solemn face may appear anywhere, at the prayer ceremony of the Holy Minata or chanting mantras with the staff raised high.

Now this expression appears, not for mercy.

is for it.

The spirit of Ashmon's human body began to slacken, but he carefully identified every emotion of the Holy Son from another perspective that transcended the body, those sad and soothing ones, like weak waters that stretched silently and drowned everything.

At a certain moment, it even had a subtle fear, because it clearly knew that the Son of God at this moment had the power to make him worship devoutly. It would only feel this way in front of the real Dark God, and it didn't even control its thoughts. feeling of control.

It savors, fears, and at the same time obsesses and envies.

And love more and more!

It wants to die in his hands just like this, as a witness of the Son's fall, it must be the birth of the most powerful seat, and it is a great honor to be baptized for such a birth!

To be loved by a monster obsessed with evil, Jitori seems to be used to it.Just as he has boasted countless times——born in a flower of evil, absorbing desire as nourishment, what diffuses in the veins of the leaves is the rouge-colored "love".

His fingers slowly loosened and then tightened again, which was enough to make Ashmond continue to sink in joy and pain. His quiet posture seemed to be just flipping through a book by the window, or a book with no interesting content, just for Miscellaneous to pass the time.

As for Ashmon, it feels that its human body is about to be completely broken, amidst the capriciousness of Zhidiao.

What it loves is this "noble and indifferent" Son, who is always aloof.

A fake pretty watch.

The flower in the mirror that can never be touched.

The god of love in the gloomy world, between good and evil, only needs a kiss to control the soul.Others who attract jealousy and resentment, now it is its turn to close its eyes and enjoy a shameful dream.

"Ashmond, do I have you?"

"of course."

It is natural to regard everything about the other party as the product of the fall. Did those white angels who fell from the nine heavens also seduce the world with the most gentle tones?

"My last king, I offer you my love in celebration of your new birth."

In the disintegrating order of the town, Ashmon ushered in the first float with his lover.It ordered people to build a gigantic float out of ivy, rose and myrtle, and its attendants with goat horns on their heads walked slowly in front of it dragging a rope, trying to show off its hard-won lover to everyone.

It wove a crown of myrtle blossoms and white gardenias for him, and felt that it was monotonous, so it found some laurel and hid it in it.

The aesthetics are still lackluster like a nouveau riche, but Ke Zhiniao is still happy to take it.

When those snow-covered ice-like eyes glow with mist, that is the most touching treasure in the world, no one's heart can not be grabbed by him.

The way Ferry once dreamed of, looking only at him and loving his Son, now looks at others with the look he longs for.After the magic pattern was fully formed, those humans who were hostages naturally lost their effectiveness.Ashmond was so happy that after seeing their various behaviors in private, he simply turned a blind eye and let Haiji connive at the prison escape, just to please Zhidiao.

Putting on a cloak made of cloth sheets that were torn from everywhere, Joyle showed a sad look on his face, tears glistened in his eyes, and oil on his lips. He turned around and said, "Now the Lord Son has been assimilated by a monster. He is no longer the person we believed in. I call on you to return to the Holy Ming Pagoda as soon as possible, and quickly elect a new Holy Son!"

The 100% speech skill bonus makes Joyle’s logic that cannot be completely self-consistent be accepted logically, and the remaining knight mages wiped their tears and patted him on the shoulder: “I will take good care of you for the rest of the journey. bit!"

I'm really touched by myself.

Ferry couldn't hold back, and rolled his eyes when everyone looked at Joyle.

His eyes then fell on the floats going along the street.

He thought of the prophecy given to him by the system when he first came. Now that the Son's disqualification has begun, Joyle's words are undoubtedly a declaration of war.They searched around the town but couldn't find the whereabouts of the Paladin Commander and the others, and even the hotel owner was unwilling to tell them.

Ferry remembered that the boss was essentially an apprentice, endured his nausea, and secretly reached out to touch him, but unexpectedly he was rejected!

He still remembers the critical look of the boss when he looked at him.

Ferry couldn't help thinking, could it be that all the men, women and children in this city were captured by that disqualified Son?

But he did see it.

People were fighting to get closer to him, chanting "Love you! Heart to you!" as they chased the float.

It seems that it is such an honor to be crazy about him.

But the face of the solemnly seated Son didn't even have a smile on his face, just like any statue of a god in the world, only inadvertently revealing the graceful back under the long golden hair in the breeze.

After being exposed for a while, it was covered by Ashmon's cloak, as if everything about the Holy Son could only be enjoyed by it.

However, the more it is concealed and forbidden, the more it arouses people's desire.

People who were already dominated by intuitive desires soon discovered that no matter how much they declared, it was useless, and only the most powerful creatures could possess that high mountain flower.Standing by his side all the time, Ashmon, who had never only borne the fear of human beings, naturally became a thorn in everyone's eyes, and they vented their fury on it.

Ashmon was excited and joyful, as he expected, when the Holy Son fell from the altar, the whole world would go crazy, and this was just the beginning.

There was no order left.

Ferry felt sorry for the Holy Son, but he didn't dare to do anything. In the end, he could only follow Joyle and slip away quietly when no one was looking.

He knew that the Holy Son had spotted them, so he glanced at him lightly, so that he didn't dare to look closely.

What will happen to him?

Ferry could no longer imagine what this man he fell in love with immediately after he came to this world, and a believer who only insisted on the light, would end up in the end.Those lunatics who lost their minds terrified him, and the jealousy of the four people in the previous world almost killed him.

He remembered a movie called "Perfume" that he had watched when he was staying at home. At the end of the ending, the male protagonist sprayed himself with the fragrance extracted from countless bloody crimes on the execution ground, and he ended up boneless and dry. A clean end.

Ferry's legs couldn't stop shaking when he thought of this.

He even had an unreasonable fear of his own system, such a crazy love, a hellish love.

Why is he here?

Enough is enough, staying up late and dying suddenly is what he deserves, no one in this world is normal, why is he here?

Joyle calmly looked at Ferry, who was on the verge of collapse, and whispered to him as "trash".It's just that Ferry is already in a temporary convulsion and can't hear anything.It's really like the weak little white flower he played in the past, who can only rely on the pity of others.