Warning, too cute! [Quick Transmigration]

"She" is lying in a crystal coffin full of flowers, her snow-white cheeks are covered with delicate flowers, and the end of "her" eyes seems to be smudged by flower juice, with a thin peach color.

The crystal coffin was covered with a small piece of wet water vapor. When the prince ended the kiss, there were clear lip marks under the white mist, and the slightly raised eyelashes——

The pitch-black eyelashes fluttered like a black butterfly's wings, revealing a dark green like an imaginary forest and superimposed peaks. In the deep green, the prince's handsome face was reflected.

"Snow White woke up, as if she had woken up from a long sleep, her cheeks and lips were still so rosy."

*

Baitang lay in the crystal coffin, the strong fragrance of flowers lingered on the tip of his nose, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, but he was thinking about the kiss in the script.

Su Siyuan... want to kiss him?

It's a strange feeling in my heart, but I don't feel disgusted.The little green sprout hidden under the carved crown trembled, timidly sticking itself against the silver metal.

In the quiet darkness, during the long wait, Bai Tang suddenly remembered the Pope of the Illuminati Church he met in the first time he traveled through the world.

That is the magical world of the West, where there are divine creatures and real gods.For example, the extremely powerful God of Light.

Three out of ten human beings in that world believe in the God of Light, and the strength of the Church of Light spreads across the entire continent, and that Adonis... seems to be the name, that Pope Adonis is the spokesperson of the God of Light in the world , is the man closest to the existence of God.

The place where Baitang landed for the first time was not very good. He fell into the statue of the God of Light. Who would have thought that the thick golden statue was actually hollow.

The most worthy of its god-like quality is its hopelessly firm outer shell, Baitang is trapped inside and cannot get out no matter what.At that time, neither Baitang nor the system thought that they fell into the statue, and Baitang thought he was trapped in a secret room.

Baitang transformed into a human form and knocked on the shell aggrievedly. The knocking sound startled the people outside, and a deep male voice asked, "Who?"

Baitang hugged himself nervously, hesitated for a while, and whispered: "Help, save me, I can't get out."

"Who are you?" That voice was very nice, and the tone of voice was like singing a hymn, and all the gorgeous and bright things were recited by him.

Baitang didn't know what to say, he thought for a while, and carefully introduced himself: "I am Baitang, the white white, the begonia's begonia, I bloom like a white begonia."

"...Wright Sacred Flower?"

At that time, Bai Tang didn't know that the Wright Sacred Flower was the sacred flower of the Illumination Sect, just like he didn't know that the man was the Pope Adonis of Illumination.

He didn't know what kind of psychological struggle that man had gone through, and smashed the statue of the God of Light with his own hands.

It was as if he didn't know the meaning of the eulogy that the pope wearing a dark golden mask stood in the gorgeous bedroom and looked at the young man like a crabapple flower quietly.

It was a long, sung eulogy, like swallowtail butterflies flying over the sky, crabapple flowers blooming everywhere, the bright sun shining on the earth warmly, and all the beautiful and holy things came one after another.

Baitang only felt that the mask the man was wearing was shining golden, and the robe he was wearing was woven with gold and silver threads and adorned with bright jewels, making him look particularly rich.

Adonis built a tall tower for Baitang. Adonis said that this tower was the closest to the thunder and lightning, so he let Baitang live in it.The onlookers tutted and said that they had witnessed the golden house cangjiao.

Baitang was very happy in the tower. He lazily basked in the sun and drank the rain. The Pope sometimes came to visit him and asked softly, "What is the Begonia like? Is it more beautiful than the Wright Sacred Flower?"

"I'd love to see it."

The pope held a bouquet of Wright flowers, the snow-white petals still stained with dew.The hand wearing the golden power ring caressed the petals, and the fingertips painted lace. His movements were focused and affectionate, as if he was treating priceless treasures.

But the pope is synonymous with "precious", from the hair to the toenails, there is a delicate and luxurious temperament.

Silky blond hair fell over his shoulders, intertwined with gold and brocade light, and the sun shone in from behind him, casting shadows on the ground.

Only when enough energy is accumulated can Baitang bloom.Baitang thought for a while, then replied: "Then you have to wait for a long time."

The Pope stood for a long time, and after a long while, said yes softly.

But the pope didn't wait for that day.After eleven rainy nights, he was given death.

He was regarded as a blasphemer, tied to a cross and burned to death.

The servants found the fragments of the broken idol in the Pope's bedroom. After time-retrospecting spells, they found that the Pope broke the statue himself.

This is disrespect to the God of Light.

The divine servant tested the pope with the magic mirror, and found that the pope should have cut off all emotions and desires, kept absolute purity and served the god of light... There is passion/desire in his heart.

This is simply ridiculous.

Through the power of the God of Light, they imprisoned the pope's mana, took off the pope's crown, threw away the pope's scepter, took off the pope's robe, and tied the blasphemer to the cross.

The holy fire is blazing, as if it wants to burn all the darkness, the brilliant gold, the surging flame, no one can extinguish it, the tongue of fire licks the hem of the blasphemer's clothes, someone finds that the dark golden mask has not been taken off, so in Before the flames grew stronger, he reached out and took off the mask.

The moment the mask was taken off, the believers who were originally filled with righteous indignation fell into dead silence.

Once upon a time there was a son of a prostitute named Adonis. Because of his almost perfect face, he was chosen as the holy son of the Church of Light.

His appearance is magnificent, especially the scorching sun, no one in the room dared to look directly at him.

The blasphemer opened his golden eyes, looked towards the direction of the tower, and whispered a eulogy that no one knew.

He said, my holy flower of Wright, it was God who threw you on the holy land, and I would like to prostrate on the ground and kiss every inch of land you landed on.

*

"He's finished kissing." The system's notification sounded in his mind, Baitang opened his eyes, and saw the lip marks left on the crystal coffin, and Su Siyuan's deep eyebrows and eyes.

Baitang stared blankly at the lip print, the water vapor was gradually disappearing, and the lip print was also gradually fading. Bai Tang slowly stretched out his hand, touching the cold crystal cover lightly with his fingertips, as if he was touching the crystal that was about to melt under the sun. thin ice.

Baitang suddenly had an illusion, as if he had been waiting for that kiss for a long time.

The pope in his memory held a bouquet of Wright flowers, lowered his eyes, and gently kissed the snow-white petals.

Su Siyuan pushed away the crystal coffin and helped Baitang to stand up. He noticed that the young man in his arms looked dazed. Su Siyuan panicked, and quickly reached out his hand to shake Baitang's eyes, and asked with a frown, "What's wrong? I'm not feeling well." Is it too stuffy in the crystal coffin?"

Baitang grasped the dangling hand in front of his eyes, and looked at Su Siyuan in confusion. The boy's voice was soft, and when he spoke, his red lips were like peony flowers, "Have you seen Haitang?"

The man in front of him was a little surprised by this question, but he still answered seriously: "Begonia flowers are beautiful."

It was only now that Baitang remembered that when they first met, this man had said that crabapple flowers were beautiful.

At that time, Su Siyuan replied like this, his tone was solemn and soft, as if he was singing a poem.

The staggered feeling of memory made Baitang a little dazed for a while. Baitang was not a character who hurts the spring and the autumn. The seedlings are breathable.

Then Baitang didn't have time to think, because the baby snails surrounded him, they stretched out their little hands, carefully touched the puff sleeves, touched the hem of the skirt, and thoughtfully helped Baitang pick up the petals from his hair.

Chi Zhen was wearing dwarf clothes, with a round beard, and a small foam ax hanging on his chest. Originally, the ax was supposed to hang on the back, but the baby snail had a slippery shell on its back, so it was difficult to Hang something.

Although the beard is not good-looking, Chi Zhen is very dedicated to his work. In order to play a good dwarf, he doesn't care about his beautiful image.

At this moment Chi Zhen was pinching the petals, couldn't help but pin the petals to her ears, and looked at Baitang shyly, wanting to beg for praise.

It's just that Chi Zhen forgot that he still has a beard, so... Chi Zhen was mercilessly ridiculed by other snail babies.

Chi Jin knocked Chi Zhen away with his little butt, and squeezed into Baitang's hand, he sniffed nervously, even trembling with the two mustaches that were pasted up, "Tangtang, can I take a photo with you?" ?”

When the other baby snails heard this, their small antennas stood up in unison, and they scrambled to raise their hands to show their agreement, so in the end, everyone surrounded Baitang and took a photo together.

In the photo, Snow White is holding the crown, her black hair is draped softly on her shoulders, "she" has a smile on her red lips, and she is gazing gently at the seven dwarfs beside her, but she doesn't know that the prince beside her is looking at them affectionately. "she".

Chi Cainan put away the camera and took Baitang and Su Siyuan to dinner.The rice was cooked by Bai Yinhao. Bo Yinhao added a little spiritual spring water to the food, and prepared a glass of diluted spiritual spring water for Baitang.

Lingquan water is like wine to Baitang, even if it is diluted Lingquan water, Baitang's resistance to it is still very poor.After taking a sip, it feels warm from the throat to the stomach, and the hands and feet become limp, with little strength.

Baitang held the water glass and drank it in small sips.Every time he took a sip, he narrowed his eyes contentedly, those dark green pupils were sparkling, filled with something even more aura than spirit spring water.

Seeing Baitang's intoxicated appearance, Su Siyuan's brows and eyes were covered with a gentle smile.He walked to the corner to communicate with Bai Yinhao and asked about the price of Lingquan water.

Bai Yinhao discovered the spiritual spring on the mountain. For the sake of the spiritual spring, he has stayed on the mountain for many years. This time when he went down the mountain, he brought some spiritual springs down in a special way, so he didn't have too many spiritual springs on him.

The value of Lingquan water is very high, even a good friend can't give away too much for nothing, Su Siyuan offered a very considerable price, and Bai Yinhao agreed to the deal.He said that it will take some time before he can get water from the spiritual spring on the mountain.

Everyone had finished their meal, but Baitang hadn't finished drinking the spirit spring water yet, because the previous experience of pouring a cup was too painful, so Baitang specially took small sips to drink slowly this time, to keep himself between sobriety and sleepiness.

Su Siyuan supported Baitang's waist, ready to drive Baitang home.

From Chi's house to Su's house, there is no need to practice magpie essence, human means of transportation are enough.

Baitang stuck to Su Siyuan's body like a small rice cake. The temperature in the car was relatively high, and the end of Baitang's eyes turned red. He was holding a water glass and sat on the car seat dizzily.

Su Siyuan said that he was going to fasten his seat belt, so Baitang held the water glass high with both hands, leaned limply on the back of the chair, tried to open his watery eyes, looked at Su Siyuan, and signaled that he was very good, even the little one on top of his head The green seedlings are sending out the signal of a good baby.

Su Siyuan lowered his head and smiled softly. He fastened Baitang's seat belt, and said to the sleepy Baitang, "Drink the remaining Lingquan water. It will spill out when we drive later."

Baitang pondered for a while, and felt that what Su Siyuan said was very reasonable, so he raised the water glass and took a sip. Sure enough, the sleepiness came up all at once. With the last gleam of clarity, Baitang handed the water glass to Su Siyuan's hand, Then the little head tilted and fell into a deep sleep.

Under the illumination of the lights inside the car, Baitang's small face was covered with a layer of white glaze, he was like a lychee that has been peeled off, white, tender and sweet.The red lips are slightly parted, and the small tongue is looming.

Su Siyuan didn't drive immediately, he took the water glass and looked at Baitang for a long time.Then his eyes fell on the water glass, which had a red lip print on one side of the water glass.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, only the sound of Baitang's slight breathing.

Su Siyuan raised his water glass in a daze, closed his eyes, and kissed his lips on the marks on his lips.

Just like the mood of kissing the crystal coffin today, he half-kneeled in front of the crystal coffin, with his hands covering the cold glass. For ventilation, there are two small round holes in the glass.So the fragrance of flowers in the coffin penetrated into his nose through the small hole.

It was a rich and sweet floral fragrance, smelling the fragrance, looking at the sleeping person in the crystal coffin, something seemed to break the embankment in my heart, it was the sweetness of mountains and rivers collapsing.

What his lips touched was the cold glass, and what his palm touched was also the cold glass, but his heart beat so fast. For a moment, he thought he was standing on the abyss, but the person lying below was Baitang.

So even if it is an abyss, he will willingly jump down.