Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

As the gods scolded and got angry, the night wind howled and the curtain flew up, revealing a golden head.

Rude eavesdropping and being caught on the spot, this is probably the most embarrassing thing that Samuel has ever encountered in his life.

"Holding, I'm sorry," inexplicably feeling that the tall and handsome man in front of him exuded a dangerous aura, he stammered and explained, "I, I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to ask Priest Il something."

The person he likes revolved around each other throughout the banquet, and Samuel couldn't suppress the awkwardness and curiosity in his heart, so he followed the direction in which the black-haired priest left the venue as soon as the dinner was over.

But he never thought that Priest Ill, who had ruthlessly rejected many noble ladies before, would hide on the exposed balcony and kiss a strange man intimately.

If the curtain that was divided into two pieces hadn't been blown up by the breeze, he might never have discovered this secret that should have been hidden in the night.

"What do you want to ask?" Arranging the messy priest's robe as quickly as possible, the black-haired priest raised his hand to wipe off the water on his lips, and walked out from behind the man calmly, "...Is it Evans?"

He never expected that the other party would shatter his carefully hidden thoughts as soon as he opened his mouth. Samuel muttered twice, looking nervous and hesitant.

In fact, he knew very well that he was not qualified to question Priest Il, but the scene of Evans and the other party having a "pleasant conversation" at the banquet just now was like a thorn, forcing out those original sins that should have been discarded.

"The only topic I talked about with Evans was monsters. If nothing else happens, he will take the initiative to mention it to you soon, and maybe add some alarmist speculation."

Glancing at the irascible man next to him, the black-haired priest said without changing his expression, "As you can see, I already have a lover, and some silly guesses will only cause trouble for you and me."

spouse?

Even though he knew that this was just a lie uttered by the little priest to stabilize Samuel, it was undeniable that it still made a god who fell in love for the first time feel elated.

The melancholy of being interrupted abruptly by someone was gone, he pursed his lips, and naturally took the little priest's hand.

"I'm not interested in the entanglement between you and Evans," the black-haired priest pretended not to notice that a certain god was advancing, and wanted to catch him. "As for whether to report my affairs to the Holy See, it's up to you to choose."

Deliberately pretending to be indifferent, Shen Pei nodded slightly: "If there is nothing else, I will excuse you first."

"Wait," Samuel subconsciously called out to the other party after his already complicated thoughts were completely entangled, "Since you have violated the doctrine, what happened to the imprint of wings and the previous holy word of light? ?”

"It's hard for me to say," Shen Pei turned on the most commonly used magic stick mode on weekdays, slowed down his tone, and said nonsense with a pious expression on his face, "Perhaps, the Lord doesn't care so much about the dogmas of the world."

Staring blankly at the back of the black-haired priest who lifted the curtain and left, Samuel's eyes were full of confusion, and he felt that the belief he had always adhered to had been hit like never before.

——He witnessed the fantastic legendary magic last night. Could it be that the rules that the Holy See has followed for thousands of years are all wrong?

And almost at the moment when he was sure to get rid of Samuel's gaze, the black-haired priest who had just been "affectionate" quickly broke away from the hand of the man beside him.

"Change back quickly." The teased body has not completely calmed down, his red lips are slightly swollen, and there seems to be a layer of water in his eyes.

The contrast between before and after was too obvious, the man pretended to be deaf and dumb and didn't move, obviously reluctant to part with the beautiful scenery in front of him: "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that another Samuel will appear," the sharp sarcasm said without mercy, the black-haired priest maintained a light and fast speaking speed, tilting his head to avoid the other party's hand that wanted to touch him, "Change back, hurry up. "

Gradually figured out where the little priest's acceptable bottom line was, the god who had overlooked for a while had no words to refute, so he had to reluctantly turn back into a black cat.

As the "evil god" who once pushed the God of Light to explode in the temple, he felt that he was ashamed to be so obedient, but he didn't want to really make the little priest angry.

If it wasn't for being too serious when kissing the other party, and the holy son named Samuel was not malicious, how could he not detect the approach of a human being in a world of gods.

Realizing that the black cat on his shoulder was so depressed that it exploded the soft fur on its slender tail, Shen Pei curled up his fingers, barely suppressing the urge to rua——

His overworked back has not had enough rest, and he finally found a reason to be angry. He must not provoke the other party casually.

So, on this supposedly beautiful and harmonious night, the god who obediently turned into a black cat was firmly locked in the bathroom by the "ashamed" priest.

Although a small shackle can't stop God's footsteps at all, the black cat gave up the idea of ​​escaping the prison when he thought of who locked him here.

It wasn't until there was no sound or light outside the bedroom that He came out soundlessly through the wall and jumped onto the wide and soft bed.

Maybe it was because the weight of the cat was too light, or maybe it was too much energy spent in the past two days. Not only was the black-haired priest not awakened, but he instinctively moved towards the direction of the heat source.

"Duplicity." Sighing lightly, the cat-shaped god stretched out his long arms, and embraced the man in his arms contentedly.

A night without dreams.

When the priest, who rarely stayed in bed, was awakened by the brisk chirping of birds outside the window, he saw the enlarged version of the handsome face in front of him as soon as he opened his eyes.

The pillow stuffed with down had long since disappeared. He was resting on the man's shoulder, and most of his body was tightly pressed against the man's shoulder.

Before the black-haired priest opened the arm that was hanging around his waist, the sleepy god opened his eyes, and naturally lowered his head and kissed him: "Morning."

The pupils of the priest who was not used to sharing the bed with others shrank.

Although he has known for a long time that there is an etiquette called "good morning kiss" in this continent, he was born in a slum and grew up in the Holy See, but he has never experienced it himself.

The incomprehensible god had a very thick skin, sticking behind the young man like maltose, with a serious expression on his face, asking again and again——

"Priest Il, aren't you going to return the salute?"

The original fear of the dark god disappeared little by little amidst the man's noise. The black-haired priest couldn't bear it anymore, and finally tiptoed a little, and touched the other's face in an extremely perfunctory manner.

Immediately, the world is instantly quiet.

The god who got the response was even more open-eyed.

Guessing that he was going to return to the capital today, Shen Pei fastened the buttons of the priest's robe while wondering whether he could pass the inspection by the magic circle outside the capital.

"Don't worry," as if guessing what the little priest was worried about, the man embraced him from behind, and kissed the young man's neck comfortingly, "You will be fine."

"I promise."

Hearing the rare solemnity in the other party's words, the black-haired priest was noncommittal, but his serious expression was obviously relaxed.

Since the return trip back to the capital was not urgent in terms of time, Shen Pei, who knew the consumption of the teleportation array, got into the carriage prepared by the city lord Roy as expected.

A carriage blessed by wind attribute magic is enough to keep stable in any bad road conditions, especially the one that Shen Pei was riding alone.

Unexpectedly, Roy, the city lord, would be so careful. 0049 smacked his lips: [Interesting and interesting, it seems that he is determined to curry favor with you. 】

[It's just a necessary investment,] Not at all moved by this sweet sugar-coated bullet, Shen Pei said soberly, 【He's betting that I can be the pope. 】

Thinking of the drop of divine blood in his body that might be exposed at any time, the black-haired priest lowered his eyes and looked at the cat whose eye sockets were on his lap: "That drop of blood... can it be taken out?"

Mingming had regained the ability to retrieve that drop of blood from afar, but the black cat, who had some considerations in his heart, still shook his tail to express his refusal.

——The lifespan of human beings is too short and the body is too fragile. He wants the little priest to live long and healthy. Bestowing divine blood is the easiest way.

Although the kingdom of eternal night, which is often called hell, is under his control, he still prefers warm and soft opponents to undead.

"You're lying," the black-haired priest said firmly, carefully discerning the expression on a fluffy cat's face, "Take it out, I can pay any price."

"I have to say, this promise is really exciting," the black cat asked sullenly as the tail wrapped around the opponent's wrist, "Do you really want to stay in the Holy See?"

"Just to find out some truths." Surprised that the other party didn't immediately agree to his conditions, the black-haired priest paused, "If it's really Evans, I'll make him pay the price."

Hearing that the determination in the other party's words does not seem to be fake, the black cat chuckled: "This is really not like your style."

"If even the knight who framed the priest can be forgiven, then I can only seek justice in person." Gradually losing his awe of the Lord, the black-haired priest gripped his staff tightly, "So, do you want to accept my deal?" .”

"It's not a deal, and there's no need to deal." Very disgusted with the little priest's wrong positioning of the relationship with each other, the black cat corrected the other party seriously, repeating what he said before, "Trust me, you will be fine."

Facts have proved that an unreliable god really did not lie when it came to Shen Pei's safety.

The pale golden bowl-shaped magic circle was upside down on the entire capital, and the black-haired priest who was about to pass through the city gate straightened his back, secretly preparing to jump out of the window at any time.

Through the glass blocked by the dark cloth, he even heard Evans, who was riding a horse in the front, hiding a malicious introduction: "The priest Il is in the carriage behind, yes, he used the Holy Spirit of Light." The one who said..."

The specially trained horse slowly and gracefully pulled the carriage across the shield. Shen Pei felt his heart tighten as if being pinched by someone, and then returned to normal under the soothing pecks of the black cat.

"It's really Priest Il."

Sharp-eyed saw the black-haired priest in the carriage with the curtain drawn down, the knight guarding the gate showed surprise, bowed and saluted: "You are back! Recently, many necromancers came from the capital to attack the Holy See, causing everyone to panic .”

"Necromancer?" Pretending not to see Evans who was stunned behind the knight, Shen Pei raised his hand to open the window, deliberately revealing the bright imprint of wings, "What do they want?"

"This..." Thinking of the strict secrecy order from above, the gatekeeper knight was momentarily at a loss for words, but was still defeated by the focused and clear eyes of the black-haired priest.

Approaching the carriage, he lowered his voice: "It's the Dark Holy See."

"They are looking for a pope who can awaken the evil god."

The author has something to say: Pei Pei: Coincidentally, you seem to be talking about me.

0049: Put some wax on the hapless knight.

I've been a little busy recently, and the owed updates will be made up during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

In order for a certain god to get back that drop of blood, our Pei Pei has to wave again in a legitimate way 2333

Comparing hearts every day, Jiujiu.