Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

Now that place of imprisonment belongs to him.

Fei Suo's hands were imprisoned, the armor attached to the magic circle was forcibly removed, and the heavy sword he relied on was held by Ashmon in his hand.Ashmon looked through it carefully, erased the demon-suppressing boost bit by bit, and threw it aside: "Master, long time no see, I wanted to say at the beginning, your sword doesn't seem to be very powerful."

"It's you!" The memories of the past flowed back, Fei Suo heard that sentence, and immediately understood who the other party was, even though it purposely simulated itself to be extraordinary in order to match Zhitiao's appearance, which was not at all different from that timid little freckled boy. not like.

The monsters that can step into Lord Shengzi's bright path, at least in terms of strength, must be comparable to Lord Shengzi: "Master Shengzi, where is he, and what have you done to him?"

Ashmon doesn't like to hear his lover's name from other people's mouths. Although Zhidiao has never recognized the identity of a "lover", Ashmon firmly believes that this kind of thing is like asking the Holy Son to degenerate, and pester him more will always work out.

"I didn't do anything to him." Ashmon's pink vertical pupils were nailed to Fei Suo's body. Facing the disadvantaged rival in love, the monsters never had the idea of ​​tolerance, "He lives in my palace, every day There are countless servants waiting for his orders. As long as he thinks, I will offer the best silk and exquisite ingredients with both hands. No one can bully him, and there is no need to fulfill the hypocrite through self-sacrifice. He is here with me , it’s better than living in Shengming Tower.”

Fei Suo's face was reddened by what it said, and every word stuck in his heart, and he still defended: "We don't want the Lord Son to sacrifice."

"Haha, you think I don't know?" Ashmon smiled and waved his hands, "Who do you think the main city is under? Who do you think the bishop ordered?"

It does not need to give an answer. Although Ashmon is ranked as the chairman of the third king, it is not determined from a long time ago.Today's seven kings, except it and the Holy Son, the rest were formed in the last battle between light and dark.

After that, Ashmon grew up slowly.

It was born from the blindness of the human heart, wandering, rogue and confused. Ashmon used his talent to directly challenge the warlike third king, and eroded the fury with despair and crying.

Like the depression after every war, it is destined to be born after turmoil.

And the more depressed, the more vigorous some secret desires.

Ever since Ashmon was born, he had firmly believed that the seventh king must be its destined partner, so he had been waiting and even took the initiative to cultivate it.

It tried Medusa, but the Gorgon was just a substitute for a blank seat. It did have beauty, but unfortunately it was just an empty-headed monster relying on its beauty.That was definitely not the appearance of its lover, Ashmon had imagined, its lover must be smart and powerful.

It's ridiculous to say that it once thought that the person it was waiting for was Qiu Fei.

The kid from the ghetto had a heart as hard as stone and an outstanding skin.It has seen Qiu Fei behave obediently and forbearance in front of others, and he has also seen him brutally attack those who try to offend him.

It listened to every detail of Qiufei's heart, until it realized that the lover it expected had fallen in love with another person.

A person Ashmon once thought he would never fall in love with.

How could a monster fall in love with the heir of the God of Light? They should have been extremely annoyed by the smell of each other, but that day during the ceremony of sealing the head of the Gorgon, it suddenly felt that it should have another choice.

As if it was supposed to be him waiting.

Only the Son.

It used to love his pretentious holiness, and it also knew the soul wrapped in a bright body that made people willing to live in dreams and die.Its lover likes to seduce every creature who has seen him with the disguised innocence, the owner of the inn, the flower girl, the poor ghost, and the groom. That is the boundless romance that he engraves in his soul.

That could never be Yudmian.

Ashmond wondered where he came from, maybe it was because he was slightly drunk with peonies, or maybe he was cuddling with each other with dark clouds beside his pillow, it was always a place of deep love and lust.

It was the first time that Fei Suo heard that what he thought was a well-intentioned act was actually fueled by monsters. He looked up in astonishment, and heard an even more desperate fact from Ashmon: "I still have to thank you, for me Except for Medusa, otherwise I will have to fight for the Holy Son personally."

"What do you mean?" He heard every word, but he couldn't understand every word. What does it mean to overcome obstacles for the Holy Son? He was already in the same rank as the Holy Son, when will he be in the same camp as a monster?

Ashmon just laughed and left, letting the former paladin commander call him "come back" and "explain to me clearly".

Oh, waste.

[Host, he is not reconciled. ] What a coincidence, the fear was created by the Dark God, and now it is fed back to Him sincerely.

Zhitiao is like a seagull in a storm, constantly rubbing shoulders on the edge of danger and testing.

He is testing, and every step is delicately approaching that invisible existence, even if the feedback on him is physical emaciation and mental fragility.This is the weakness of the Dark God, based on all disorder and chaos, and at the same time fearing itself.

Both the producer and the sufferer.

Now it's finally near death.

Zhidiao really likes to watch the enemy retreat step by step, he has always been careful.The general once hugged him with a worried face, fearing that his position would not be stable, and one bad start would be enough to bring him down, and it was Zhiniao who helped him with his idea.Zhitiao seems to be born with the ability to read people's hearts. The general was coaxed by his rhetoric, and it was only after the dust settled that he realized the deep meaning in a trance.

He praised him that if he was not in Hualou, he must be kidnapped to his camp and be his only military advisor.

[Host, the remaining two are still silent. ] The current No. [-] and No. [-], the system does not have so much information to refer to, and the things Zhitiao has to do far exceed its inherent expectations.

[If there is no movement now, there will be no chance in the future. ] Wanting to sit back and watch the tigers fight, Zhitiao is not going to give up this opportunity.In the eyes of the rest of the monarchs, his existence is still attached to Ashmon, and even if he shows danger, he will not be the primary target.

Then let the illusion persist.

"Let's get engaged, Holy Son." After taunting his rival in love, Ashmon was in a good mood. Seeing Zhiniao sitting in the garden from a distance, he immediately shouted excitedly, "I will give you the most honorable status, if I become Dark God, you are my God Queen, we will always depend on each other."

It has said the same thing many times before.

The appearance of the magic pattern gave Ashmon great expectations. He fully thought that if he repeated the same words countless times, he would be able to be approved by the Holy Son.

"Then it's up to you."

"What's wrong... eh?" But in fact, Ashmon had been rejected many times, and he didn't really have any hope. He habitually blurted out the words to hold his respect, and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong. ?

"You, agree?"

"I have nowhere to go, do I?"

For whatever reason!

"I've already prepared your clothes, whether it's a new house or a banquet." Just like making plans to abduct the Son, Ashmon had already put away those mundane things and changed the violets in the garden to red. It took only half an afternoon for the roses, and not even a dove's wings to spread the word.

Ashmon directly announced the whole city. Although it was impossible, he still wanted those troublemakers outside to die and take away the Holy Son.

"I seem to have caught up with the good times," said Joshua, who was walking on all fours, holding a dog in his hands. The fifth king, Dewen, put away the dark wings behind him, and strode close to the gazebo where Ashmond and Zhidiao were. "What should I say? This is the first time in history that there is such a relationship between monarchs of the same rank. It's so important, so Ashmon didn't tell his brothers?"

"What's there to say?" Ashmon glanced at the thing that Devon was holding in his hand, and sneered coldly, "When did the Fourth Lord have such a habit?"

"Who knows?" The guy on the ground didn't think much about being exposed, as if it was just a joke, "Joshua" Campa simply sat on the ground, looked at it openly and stood beside him without saying a word. Son of God.

I heard that this one, even if he has fallen, still maintains his former virtues, it really makes him sick.

Campa smiled suddenly, turned himself into Udemian again, slowly crawled to Zhiniao's leg, and rubbed his cheek against his calf: "Maybe after the seventh seat appeared, isn't he lust? "

While rubbing against each other, one hand restlessly climbed Zhiniao's leg and walked up: "You know, I am a mirror, projecting everything about you." This is the last insurance for the dark god for his own resurrection. If the body is damaged during the competition, Campa's body will immediately become the corresponding substitute.

Whenever a monarch appears, it perfectly reproduces everything about the other party, including Devon's indifference, Ashmon's arrogance, and now the fall of the Son.

It can be the strongest being, or the weakest being, transforming everything, yet having no part of itself.

But apart from consciousness, it doesn't need any body.

Zhidiao looked at this guy who was wearing Yudmian's face but doing his best, and naturally understood another driving force behind Yudmian's "indefensible".

He raised his foot, without even changing his expression, and stepped directly on Campa's face: "The children of darkness, are you also trying to imitate the light?"

Campa held the foot that stepped on its face, and slowly moved away: "Who says I'm imitating the light, I'm just a mirror." The raised foot made it easier to move, "Maybe I don't understand, But what I saw of you is a dissolute prostitute, right?"

The calm mask that belonged to the Holy Son was instantly shattered. Campa looked at him, grinned, and stuck out his tongue, doing all the obscenities: "But I see you, that's what you look like." It has no shame at all Heart, under the watchful eyes of everyone, with both hands on the body, shouting loudly.

Jidori knew who he was referring to.

a mirror.

The insurance that the dark god made for himself was indeed a bit of a surprise.

Not only Ashmon, but even Devon did not expect that Campa would provoke so directly, but it seems that the effect seems to be good.As long as the part of the Son of Light that belongs to the God of Light is removed, and he admits that he is no different from them, then there is nothing to worry about.

Seeing this situation, the system was shocked.

It knew where Zhidiao's pain was, and comforted him cautiously: [No, host, don't believe it.You absolutely absolutely, not like this! ]

[It's right,] Zhidiao responded with an unusually calm voice, which made the system a little scared, [Aren't I just such a lowly prostitute? ]

It has always been.

The system panicked, how could its host be stuck here?

But soon, it fell into confusion again.

Because the system saw that its host used the face of the Holy Son to show the warmest and most tolerant smile it had ever seen in the world, raised his hand and stroked Campa's head, and said, "No, I am not."

How could the top oiran show such a vulgar attitude?