Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

Never had he been treated so lightly while awake, the black-haired priest gasped for breath, and his pure-colored pupils suddenly constricted.

The garden behind him was originally his favorite place to relax, but now that his back is facing it, even the slight chirping of a bird can make the priest tremble.

"No," like a rabbit whose tail has been stepped on and finally knows how to resist, he turned his head to avoid the man's hand, completely forgetting that he was begging for mercy, "let me go!"

However, this point of rebelling against God is not even a small fight. He tied the young man's wrists with one hand, and He continued to undo the buttons slowly: "It seems that you are planning to reject me."

"Betraying my lord, I would rather die," the black-haired priest raised his chin refusing to admit defeat, "You kill me."

"It's good to kill you," the man was clearly aroused by the other party's determination to die, but the man still raised the corners of his lips, showing a handsome and chilling smile, "When you die, I will just kill you." You can trap unscattered souls and make a puppet of the dead, so that you will obey me in everything."

"Madman," the black-haired priest could only retort in a suppressed voice, fearing that the strange noise would attract the patrolling knights, "You are lying, the only place for my soul is heaven."

"Really?" The man took off the obstructive white robe slowly, and touched the rose mark meaningfully, "Then Priest Ill will try."

—the brand.

The brand of the dark god.

Instantly comprehending the threats and hints in the man's movements, the black-haired priest felt like falling into an ice cave, and finally realized that he had no way out.

Whether to expose the mark and shame the Holy See, or temporarily show weakness and wait for an opportunity to kill the monster, the black-haired priest finally made a decision before the man made more excessive moves.

"You agreed." Before the little priest could speak, the god who spied the killing intent said clearly.

Without the slightest joy of the prey falling into the trap, he lowered his eyes to cover the emotions in his eyes, and pushed the opponent's knees harshly and forcefully: "Then do it."

The man's previous unspeakable request could not be echoed in his mind, the black-haired priest clenched his fingers, raised his head tremblingly, closed his eyes and kissed those thin lips.

She didn't expect to get a kiss at all, and she was stunned.

He, who knew original sin from birth, certainly didn't want such a "pure" punishment.

But the priest who grew up in the Holy See did not understand these things. In his eyes, those occasional passionate kisses at weddings were the most outrageous and shameful things.

Before waiting for the monster to respond, the black-haired priest finally couldn't help but open his eyes, and his cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red: "Is it all right?"

Looking into the other party's pure lamb-like eyes, God let out a low laugh.

It was clear that the robe was messy, revealing round and smooth shoulders, but the black-haired priest was still like a piece of crystal clear ice, so clean that it was unbearable to desecrate.

The breeze blew by, bringing with it the sound of non-existent chatter from the nuns. The priest, who didn't understand why the man was laughing, became anxious, and quickly leaned forward heavily, pushing him down to the ground.

The soft blanket canceled out the sound of most of the heavy objects falling to the ground. Before the black-haired priest had time to rejoice, he saw that the monster seemed to open his mouth to speak.

The fear of being discovered overwhelmed everything, the priest with his wrists bound didn't care about the shame, quickly found the position, and used his lips to keep the other party silent.

Everyone knew that Priest Il was the adopted son of the Archbishop of the Royal Capital. Even if they were a little curious about the open window, the nuns only dared to look around from a distance.

"The window is open, and I don't know what Priest Il is doing."

"This time should be praying to the Almighty Lord..."

"No wonder the Archbishop always said that Priest Il is the most devout believer, and he should be the candidate for the Holy Son."

While the nuns were talking in a low voice, the devout black-haired priest who was supposed to be praying was being robbed of his breath by the monster at this moment, his teeth were being pried open, and he was attacking the city mercilessly.

The silver thread hooked up, even though the tip of his ears turned red from the ambiguous sound of water, the priest who was afraid of attracting outsiders could only force himself to remain calm.

"I want more than this." Accompanied by the sound of footsteps going away, the unsatisfied god pressed the panting young man in his arms, and gently smiled and stroked the rose on the other's shoulder, "My lord, what do you want?" There is still much to learn.”

The white robe fell to the ground, and 0049, who was frantically probing on the verge of danger, was also locked in the small black room.

Thanks to a certain "monster" who did his best, Shen Langlang, who has a strong desire to explore and seek knowledge, has thoroughly learned how to drink.

In previous lives, he didn't do this often. After all, the mouth of the drink bottle is too thick, and it always hurts people's mouth.

It's hard to use the short hand to eat the soft mouth, since he has personally enjoyed the teaching of the devil, he must pay for it and hand over the answer sheet.

Waiting to read several copies of the silver-white Chinchilla "Get Out of Prison after Serving Prison" in the small black room, the sky outside the window is approaching evening, and its host is lying on the bed happily.

Really didn't see the face of the other party being so moistened, 0049 reminded helplessly: [Shen Pei, you are a priest. 】

【What happened to the priest?The priest also wants to be happy, ] refuted the other party confidently, a look of regret flashed in the eyes of the black-haired young man, 【Unfortunately, there is not enough time...】

Otherwise, he will definitely be able to wave to the end.

"Click."

With the soft sound of the bathroom door being pushed open, Shen Langlang, who was still full of spring, instantly changed his expression, showing a "rag doll" with absent-minded eyes and no love for life.

His sadness and collapse are so realistic, if 0049 hadn't just heard the other party's rippling theory of happiness, he would definitely be deceived by this dramatist.

"Isn't there someone who wants to see you?" Filling the bathtub with hot water thoughtfully, the satiated god sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and tucked the hair on the side of the priest's face behind his ears, "Aren't you going?"

——If there hadn't been an upright and stupid knight knocking on the door all the time, how could he let go of the prey that was brought to his mouth, just tasted it, and didn't eat it.

But it was also because of this that he could appreciate how delicious the little priest was under a tense state.

It was clear that he had been bullied so much that his eyes were red and he was sobbing, but he still wanted to speak in a cold and serious tone in front of the knight who might notice something strange at any time.

If it wasn't for that heavy door blocking him, the little priest's clumsy acting skills would definitely show his feet.

Reminiscent of his shameful appearance when he received the notification, the black-haired priest tilted his head, silently pulled his crumpled white robe and sat up.

The white and straight back is covered with dots of dark red hickey marks, coupled with that delicate and beautiful pure black rose, no one can imagine that such marks will appear on a priest.

Although he had expected the young man's reaction, when the little priest was really silent and sad, the god who only knew how to plunder and destroy felt a little bit of regret or distress in his life.

Especially when thinking of that simple and gentle kiss at the beginning, all the negative emotions in his heart disappeared miraculously.

Seeing the trance priest got off the bed with bare feet, the god who knows how to relax did not follow his heart to pick him up, but covered the whole room with a soft carpet.

The priest who noticed the strange touch was stunned, and hurriedly opened the door and entered the bathroom——

【Promising, he didn't come to hug me. 】

Humming a light tune in his heart and taking a comfortable hot bath, Shen Pei put on the new pastor's robes placed by the door, and switched back to a dejected state in seconds.

0049, who witnessed the host's face-changing with his own eyes, was amazed. He wished he could pull the slightly regretful dark god outside the door into the bathroom, and let the other party see how good his little priest is.

Covering those thought-provoking traces with a holy white robe, the mood that the black-haired priest had just organized was broken again in the blink of an eye when he opened the door.

"Don't think about running away," kissed the priest's slightly swollen lips lightly, the man raised his eyebrows, and turned back into that well-behaved and harmless cat, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Obviously startled by such a sudden act of intimacy, the black-haired priest couldn't dodge in time, and stood there for a while before leaving with a cold face.

In a dimension that ordinary people cannot perceive, the god who should have stayed in the bedroom honestly is secretly accompanying the priest in a state similar to a soul.

What could be called a rude and sudden visit, the one who was eager to see Shen Pei tonight was none other than Evans, the raider in this life.

The cannon fodder who was supposed to be humiliated by monsters in Yorktown, and then lost his imprint and was hunted down by the Holy See unexpectedly returned to the royal capital in a good manner. Health vigilance.

But as a knight who obviously has a good relationship with the protagonist Samuel—that is, the faction of the Holy Son, he must find a suitable excuse if he wants to meet the "Priest Il" who lives in the Royal Capital Church and is the adopted son of the archbishop.

Fortunately, there are always a few idiots among the nobles who covet each other's beauty. Evans just mentioned a few words, and countless men and women rushed to the church, trying to invite people to a banquet under the pretext of "cleaning the dust". See the demeanor of the black-haired priest.

In order to maintain the order of the Holy See and ensure that these nobles do not cause trouble, Evans, as a paladin, naturally had a reason to meet Priest Ill.

Looking at the noble men and women in the church who were pretending to be unwell or wanting to repent, the priest standing behind the curtain looked pale, and a look of disgust flashed quickly in his eyes.

Thanks to that greedy monster, he, who has always been ignorant and naive, finally saw the naked nakedness in these people's eyes.

The god who was born in darkness and walked side by side with each other understood those straightforward desires earlier. He should have been happy to spread original sin in the world and shake the believers of the enemy, but at this moment, only anger surged in his heart .

Like a giant dragon being watched for treasures in its arms, the face of the god floating in mid-air sank like water, waving his hand to cast bad luck around every nobleman who had played out dirty fantasies in his mind, and then turned his head quickly, staring at the jean A young knight with a smiling priest.

"Long time no see," the black-haired priest nodded sideways and raised the corners of his mouth indistinctly, "Knight Evans." The past was vivid in his mind.

The author has something to say: A certain god: Evans, right?you are gone.

Raider Evans: ...? ? ?

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