Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

Ashmon felt a great sense of crisis, and as expected, as soon as he returned to the dormitory after he finally dealt with the plan to erode German, he saw Jitori and his two admirers.

It's really an eyesore.

But in the eyes of the other two, Ashmon is naturally the same.

Zhidiao is reading a book, an encyclopedia of flora and fauna in this world.

There is actually a library in Ashmond's mansion, which is full of collections from his predecessor, including many effective spells or customs from various places. Of course, there are more fruit tree cultivation and bird illustrations.

Obviously, the previous manager was an old man who loved life very much.

However, it would be a waste for these things to fall into Ashmon's hands. Monsters don't care about knowledge and culture. As absolute worshipers of power, everything except spell books is waste, not to mention those flying birds that can be crushed to death with one claw.

When Jitori went to open the library today, it was covered in dust, and there were traces of barbecue in the corner.

Campa originally wanted to say something like "This place is too dirty, don't go in", but saw that Fei Suo had followed Zhitiao and lifted the hem of his clothes.If possible, Fei Suo hoped that he could hold the Holy Son inside, so that the dust would not stain the soles of his feet.

I can only think about it, if such a thing is really done, Lord Shengzi will definitely refuse.

Due to the bondage of the spirit, Fei Suo did not dare to challenge the things that might make his son angry, so he could only advise in a low voice: "The books here are not interesting." The son should not shrink in such a small place , Shengming Pagoda has the largest library in the world here, and it is cleaned every day by a special person. Only there is worthy of him.

Thinking of the Shengming Tower, Fei Suo remembered everything Ashmon had said to him that day: If it was Ashmon's plan from the beginning, wouldn't he have been tricked into sending Lord Son of God to it?It was his stupidity and confusion that forced the Holy Son to make such a choice, if he cleared up the secret transactions between the bishop and the nobles earlier...

Ashmon looked at the scene in front of him, and the temples that belonged to the human body throbbed.

Fei Suo can still understand it, but what about Campa?

The monster with the same face as Yudemian sat obediently beside Zhitiao, covering his mouth, with a suspicious blush on his face, wearing the old white robe of the Holy Son, and a pair of clothes that were being placed look.

Ok?

"Why are you wearing the clothes of the Son?" Ashmon questioned his soul.It stands to reason that at this moment, Campa should look at Ashmon with a face that is exactly the same as that of the Holy Son, and say the sentence "Since you are pursuing extremes, then follow through to the end~"

But no, Campa just glanced at it and kept it in its original state.

Soon Ashmond knew why.

Because when he was sitting next to Jitori, wrapped his arms around his waist, and wanted to say something about these two guys who were interrupting "Sweet Day for Two", Jidori did what he did to Campa before ——He stretched out his index finger to Ashmon's lips, and said, "Be quiet."

Those two words didn't sound like a warning at all, they were like a lover's coquettish whisper, with a smile at the end.

Who would want to disobey such an order?

My heart is crisp~

It could only wave its hand and call the servants to clean up the library.

The Holy Son's happiness is easy to recognize, Ashmon doesn't know what is in the book and is not interested in knowing, it can only recognize that this thing can make the sweetheart happy, and that's enough.

A warm afternoon sun, fragrant hot chocolate and a beautiful lover reading a book, the illusion of the land of bliss steamed from his long golden hair, like an inescapable prophecy, tightly bound it spirit.

He is getting stronger and stronger.

All monsters can feel it, sometimes just standing beside him, the invisible pressure will make them breathless, as for those of higher rank, they taste a sweet abnormal love from this pressure.

The music composed by light and darkness echoed in his every move, those paleness fabricated by the dark god's subconscious, lost their support and had to give in, allowing Zhuo Yuguang to kiss the corners of his eyes and brows.

It belongs to the night and also belongs to the day, and the divine crown on the head is dazzling.

So he sent Feso and Campa away, saying to them, "Go away and spread my name wherever you go."

The fallen knight commander picked up his long sword again, and went back to the original place to correct his mistakes; the joyful "angel" opened his clothes and stirred up love in all the territories.

The madness of the world intensifies.

Snakes and insects bite their souls and their bodies suffer. After being targeted countless times, the mob led by Qiu Fei also grows into a lion.

This hymn finally reached its climax at the moment when the Shengming Pagoda was attacked. At the most chaotic moment, the Dark God finally knocked on the door of this world and returned from the abyss.

All the monsters held their breath, their gazes focused on the same direction.

Black and red clouds condensed over Ashmon's territory, and giant red eyes opened in the dark clouds, looking at the only person he challenged, and at the world that was about to be occupied by him.

Ashmon wasn't worried. It personally arranged the bedroom—it could really be called the "bedroom" this time—to wait for the return of the new Dark God.It once made a mistake, mistaking its long-awaited lover for Qiu Fei, and then it made a second mistake, never expecting that the final new god is not itself.

Both fell into the hands of the Son of God.

It lights incense candles, coats the bedposts with pine oil, and plans to eat its lover no matter what tonight.Otherwise, it might not be able to squeeze to his side until tomorrow.

Outside the Shengming Tower, the people who attacked the tower prepared the newly compiled code;

Inside the Holy Tower, the fallen congregation prepared the newly revised scriptures.

He just looked up and waited for the final result.

Feeling the coercion from outside the world, the system had to temporarily close some permissions, silently waiting for an engraved ending.

Counting forward, the day before Jitori turned into a monster.

Udemian hid in Zhitiao's arms in a daze, and heard him ask: "What are you going to do?"

"I want people with a bright heart to get the happiness they deserve." He thought for a while, "I want those monsters who occupy people's hearts to retreat, and I want those who really sow evil to be punished."

"I also want to stop having fabricated false gods to replace the real light." He recalled what Bishop Zhen had done before, creating false symbols to whitewash the peace, "As you said, I want people to be able to distinguish the real virtues at all times. , not like me." Becoming blind.

As he was talking, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and asked embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, did I ask for too much?"

Before Jitori answered, the system gave a reply first.

[It’s a bit much, such a long string, no wonder you can’t remember it when you’re stupid. ] It glanced at Yudmian's payment list sent by the main system, swallowed, and was a little bit reluctant, wondering what its own host was thinking.

As for Jitori, he only asked if he didn't care about his own ending.

When the God of Light fell, did he have the same thoughts as Yudmian?

Zhitiao has no way of knowing that he has completed his task, and now he is standing aside, waiting to watch a grand ending.

The darkness in the world always hopes to last forever, and it is best to pass it on from generation to generation.But Guangming is much more arrogant, never expecting to exchange cookies and money for followers.

He does not want a successor, and the "Holy Son" has never been a favored heir of the God of Light, but a control system, a container that can seal the God of Darkness when he does not give up, just like a box condensed with the power of light can Permanently seal the Gorgon.

The body of the "Holy Son" is only waiting for its doomed demise, but its spirit must be eternally strong, so that the seal can be maintained until the end of time.

This was the ending Yodmian had chosen for himself.

On the top of the main hall of the city, Yudmian opened his eyes again, and many black shadows rushed towards him, and at the moment of contact, they were frozen into an eternal deception.

The sacred sound of the harp was played from nowhere, perhaps from the legendary Kingdom of the God of Light, a ray of sunshine broke through the thick haze.

When the ray of sunlight slowly expanded and finally covered the entire land, the mind infested by monsters regained its clarity, and a battle based on the belief in all benevolence and kindness in the world has just begun.

Ashmon suddenly felt a burst of weakness. Although it was the first time to experience the coming of the dark god, it also understood that this situation would never occur under normal circumstances-it was weak and about to dissipate, just like those who were led by his power Humans suddenly woke up.

All awake?Thinking of this, it suddenly realized.

Captured by it and degraded into a monster, Ashmon thought his plan was going well, but in fact everything followed the steps of Lord Son, with the purpose of attracting the Dark God into his body full of light.

A living box.

The holy son it desires has never fallen, even if the magic patterns on his body are bright and beautiful.

The concept of the existence of the dark gods is erased, and the so-called "monsters" born with the purpose of becoming the dark gods naturally no longer need to exist, and the control they impose on humans will naturally fade away.

Ashmon looked down at his body that was constantly dissipating, and for a moment he couldn't tell why he was disappointed: whether he could not wait for the dark era after the dark god came, failed to witness the fall of the Holy Son, or did not have the opportunity to be with him For a long time?

The pine oil in his hand fell to the ground.

However, he was able to defeat the dark god it believed in, and how powerful Lord Shengzi was. Ashmon found that he did not regret being used by him at all, but only a little regret.

It took hundreds of years to condense an Ashmon, and it took another hundred years to secure the throne of the third monarch. It was so lonely and long, but the time with the Son was very short, which was too unfair.

It thought about it, and felt that in the end, it still wanted to go to the Holy Son, dissipate around him, and continue to deceive itself to reach "another long-term".

"So this is your true face."

Zhidiao turned around and met a cold lip, his face gradually blurred, as if he wanted to maintain his human appearance, but he had to expose his ugly body: "Would you hug me like this?"

It waits.

It was just a hug, and Jitori would naturally not refuse.

"In this way, we have been together for a long time, right?" Who said that a moment can't be eternity?

It doesn't get any answers.

The ability to escape has not allowed it to hear the answer.

So Jitori did not answer.

The author has something to say: Fengchaogao.chao, in order to avoid the small box, how many words have I fabricated...