Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

After chatting with the Archbishop for a long time, he talked politely about the God of Light. When Shen Pei, who fully expressed his faith and piousness, walked out of the reception room, the black cat standing on his shoulder showed impatience.

"Why didn't you say those nice things to me?" The moment the priest returned to his residence, he changed back into a human form, and the jealous god hugged him from behind.

Gradually getting used to men's "sneak attack" without warning, the black-haired priest didn't even struggle, but just raised his staff and closed the wide-open curtain: "Because I don't want to be burned at the stake."

"I told you to believe in my ability," he gently rubbed the tip of his nose against the nape of the priest's neck hidden under his collar, and complained coquettishly, "What should I do? The old fools are playing around, but the thought of you ignoring me because of this, the two flames of jealousy and anger start to burn."

"How about I kill all those who might oppose you? Regardless of the Holy See or the Holy See, I believe they will respect the strong."

It was the first time I heard such wild words from the opponent's mouth that fit the setting of the "evil god", the black-haired priest did not panic, but asked calmly, "Your strength has recovered?"

"Of course," the man didn't intend to hide the other party at all, and the man snorted with a little satisfaction, "I'm not like the old man of the God of Light, who needs to rely on faith to maintain his existence."

——Dark night, death, and original sin, no matter how strict the laws of a country are, or how the bright Holy See is bound by faith, they will always exist like tenacious weeds in the wilderness.

Light and night, good and evil, they should have achieved a kind of coexistence that does not interfere with the river, but the God of Light is very paranoid, and he can't see the ugliness born of original sin at all.

He wanted to completely eradicate the bad roots in human nature, so he cultivated believers in the world, preached those ascetic and harsh doctrines, and even personally obliterated the dark god who held the authority of original sin.

"...But obviously, I won in the end."

The secret that countless mortals have spent their entire lives pursuing was told by the man in a nonchalant manner. The priest, whose eyes were slightly empty, was fascinated and urged subconsciously: "What about after that?"

"After that?" Satisfied that the other party didn't speak for the God of Light this time, the man continued happily, "As you can see, the kingship and theocracy on this continent are becoming increasingly corrupt, factions are fighting, and people who really believe in that old man Less and less, so I wake up earlier."

Therefore, even if he stayed with the little priest in the Royal Capital Church, his strength was rapidly recovering.

"So," drawing an analogy, the black-haired priest pondered, "The Lord will also..."

Slowly remembering whose arms he was currently trapped in, he closed his mouth extremely quickly, but still provoked a certain stingy god.

"Don't worry, I will let the 'Almighty Lord' sleep forever," said the clergyman's respectful title to his deadly enemy in a mocking tone, and the man pressed his chin against the rose blooming under the white robe through the material of his clothes, "Now, and in the future, you can only be my family."

For this kind of harmless sweet threat, Shen Langlang said he was very happy: 【Great, there is one less cheat available to the raiders. 】

[It's better to be more cautious,] Premonitioning that one of the most important plots in the original book will not be changed easily, 0049 couldn't help but mutter, [Ghost knows what items can be exchanged in the raider's system mall. 】

Even bug-level props like Dark Blood can be found, and Evans must have a hole card that they don't know about.

"In this case, please don't meddle in the affairs of the Holy See of Light," Shen Pei, who thought of himself who did not get any regret points after the death of the protagonist and the raider in his previous life and needed points to buy some kind of discordant props, reluctantly rejected the man. A tempting proposal, "All of this is my own choice, and I don't need you, an outsider..."

"Outsider?" Very tired of this distant address, the man pinched the little priest's waist angrily, "When you just used me to deceive that archbishop, why didn't you think I was an outsider?"

However, to His surprise, the young man who should have shown repulsion turned out to be very obedient this time, without even some symbolic resistance.

He clearly sensed the danger at the tailbone, but he still clenched his fingertips and forced himself to stay in the man's arms.

Using some ingenuity to move the priest in his arms, the man lowered his head and looked into those stubborn eyes: "You still want to take out that drop of blood."

"It's too good at causing people to fall." Breathing intertwined, looking back at the other party without avoiding it, the black-haired priest paused every word, "I said, I can pay any price."

Xu was to prove his determination to "pay" the price. As soon as he finished speaking, he tiptoed lightly and took the initiative to kiss the man's lips.

The touch from the lower lip was warm and soft, and the tempting God couldn't help but stretched out his hand to wrap around the slender waist.

Compared with the evil god who has rich theoretical knowledge and has done a lot of practice recently, the black-haired priest has obviously very little experience in certain things.

After accurately completing the action of "sticking lips together", he blinked without getting more responses, his face rarely showing a bit of confusion.

Tired by the eyelashes that fluttered lightly like a small fan, the man's voice was hoarse, and he rubbed the tip of his nose against the priest's beautiful bridge of nose encouragingly: "Continue."

The arrow is on the string, and it is hard to get off the tiger. The black-haired priest who has no way to turn back can only bear the shame, recall what the other party has done before, and tentatively touch the man's burning lips.

Young and clumsy, he is like a little animal that has just learned how to eat, anxiously hugging and licking his own pine cone, but dare not seriously bite it hard.

It wasn't until the man was teased and teased by him so carefully that the black-haired priest found the opportunity to knock open the closed teeth of the "pine cone" and tasted the wet flesh inside.

This level of indulgence seems to be the limit of what he can do. There is water on the pale pink lips, and the priest who has been kissed hard is panting, with a trace of embarrassment, staring fiercely at the prudish man in front of him. man.

But those black eyes that were shining with water obviously didn't have any lethality at this time. Seeing the other party seemed to have some thoughts of retreating, the evil-hearted god deliberately provoked: "Why? Give up now?"

"You promise," the thin white fingertips firmly grasped the man's neat collar, the black-haired priest tried to calm down his panting, "I promise you will take it out."

Falling in love with the pitiful look of the other party who was ashamed and had to continue, the man's thin lips curled slightly: "I promise."

The buttons fell off, and the hand that was supposed to hold the Bible trembled a little bit, and it didn't take long for the soft blanket to be piled up with messy clothes.

That night, Shen Langlang ate navel oranges for a long time.

Eating navel oranges is not a simple technical task, not to mention that the one he chose is extra large, full of flesh, and it is extremely difficult to swallow every time.

A certain vicious God had no intention of helping at all, knowing that the young man was struggling, but He still fondly played with those hanging black hairs, and forced him to finish eating gently and irresistibly.

It wasn't until the little priest, whose stomach was full of orange juice, collapsed on him exhaustedly, that he hugged him tightly and started a new round of irrigation.

Big tears soaked through the silk down pillow, the black-haired priest's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his wet eyes looked like water that was about to overflow.

So beautiful that it could almost drown the supreme god.

In the dark bedroom, the black-haired priest who hadn't lost consciousness after being irrigated for the first time pulled himself together and grabbed the man who wanted to get up and carry him to the bathroom: "You promised me ..."

"Is that drop of blood?" A small ball of red to black liquid condensed on the fingertips. The man raised his brows lightly and handed it to the young man. "The moment I promised you, it was already taken back by me."

As if thinking of something extremely shocking, the black-haired priest immediately denied: "This is impossible..."

"What's impossible?" Knowing what the other party was denying at the moment, the god who succeeded in pranking simply hugged the man back into his arms, and slowly gathered up the young man's loose black hair, "In other words, my lord, what you just had None of the responses were interfered with by external forces."

"Admit it," the fingertips caressed the pure black rose blooming on the young man's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, and he smiled contentedly, "You just like me, and you like to do this kind of thing with me."

The only thing that could comfort me, the last fig leaf, was torn off mercilessly by the other party. The black-haired priest straightened his back and spoke in a crying voice, like a cornered beast: "You lie..."

"You lied to me again, didn't you?"

Although he felt sorry for the tears that fell on the side of his neck, God still gave the answer truthfully: "I don't."

"Swear by the |name of the Dark God|."

Now the black-haired priest could no longer find an excuse to lie to himself, his sweaty forehead rested on the man's neck, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked pitiful.

Only 0049 who came out of the small black room knew that if not for his excellent acting skills, his host would have laughed out loud on the spot.

【I didn't expect things to turn out like this either.】Receiving the indescribable eyes of the silver-white chinchilla in the sea of ​​consciousness, Shen Langlang said innocently, 【Who told you that you weren't there just now? I thought there was a cover of divine blood, so I indulged so much A little bit. 】

0049 who took the blame for no reason: ... a little bit?

You are always afraid that the waves will not directly hit the ocean.

【I am over-flattered. 】

Feeling that the accidental car rollover was wonderful, the priest who had laughed enough was finally willing to look up, avoiding the man's gaze and wanting to get out of bed.

But he obviously forgot that the orange juice he squeezed out before was not cleaned up, and he felt some kind of slippery wetness on the sheets, the black-haired priest froze, and a layer of water vapor appeared at the end of his red eyes.

"Don't cry," lovingly kissed the little priest's red and swollen eyes from crying, Shen Rare, who thought he would be happy, was a little flustered, "Don't cry anymore, okay?"

"Besides leaving, I can give you everything in this world."

The author has something to say: 0049: Cry?He was obviously smiling all the time!Never stopped!

Pei Pei: Hee hee.

The divine blood will be put back, don't worry.

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