Slag Gong crying and begging for forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]Ⅱ

His Majesty the Pope hasn't woken up yet.

A few strands of dazzling blond hair were wrapped around Nan Xing's arm. Nan Xing carefully pushed it aside. He saw a few fresh scratches on His Majesty's beautiful body, which seemed to be scratched by himself.

Nan Xing patted his head vigorously, recalling what happened last night, but his vague memory was not detailed.

He only remembered that he was making out with God, how could he become His Majesty the Pope?

Could it be that His Majesty the Pope is very similar to a god, so he regards His Majesty the Pope as his god?He was so drunk that he was blindfolded, but he couldn't tell the difference?

And His Majesty the Pope lives very close to the temple, did he hear the movement of the gods, and somehow got entangled by him?

He didn't suspect that His Majesty the Pope was conspiring against him. The handsome and abstinent Pope seems to have nothing to do with desire. How could he have the idea of ​​a small nobleman like him, and he has been in the Holy See for so long, and His Majesty the Pope has not done anything out of the ordinary move.

But today I stayed at his house for one night.

His Majesty the Pope has lost his virginity!

Nan Xing wanted to get out of bed lightly, but his waist was sore for a while, Nan Xing accidentally stepped on His Majesty's hair, and he fell off the bed in a panic.

The expected painful landing did not come, but was embraced by a pair of strong arms.

"Ahhh!" Nan Xing's goosebumps came out the moment his skin touched, Nan Xing stabilized his body, and quickly took a blanket to wrap himself.

His Majesty the Pope was sitting on the bed, his beautiful blond hair was hanging down on his abs, and his blue eyes looked at him like the blue sea.

"South Star..."

Nan Xing hurriedly covered her ears, blushing and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was confused last night!"

Nan Xing hurriedly found his clothes, put them on indiscriminately, and fled in a hurry without even daring to look at him.

Fortunately, he didn't meet anyone along the way, so Nan Xing went back to his room and looked in the closet. Fortunately, he had prepared new clothes at home, and the hot water was still working normally.

There is no pain in the body as expected.

Nan Xing huddled in the bathtub and thought about this incident carefully. He wished he could get into a crack in the ground and never come out!

How will he face His Majesty the Pope in the future, and how will he face his beloved god?

Nan Xing listlessly put on clean clothes, and a servant came to report: "His Majesty the Pope has been waiting for you for a long time, but later he left because of something else, so let your slave tell you."

Nan Xing heaved a sigh of relief, thinking it's good to go, it's great to go.

The servant said again: "His Majesty the Pope also brought a message. He said that you don't have to worry about it."

Don't mind! ?How can it be?

Nan Xing didn't even dare to go to churches and temples to pray, he could hardly face his god, and was afraid of his wrath.

A few days later, a servant came to preach, and the Holy See sent a carriage to pick him up.

Nan Xing pretended to be sick and refused to go, repeatedly, until His Majesty the Pope came to pick him up in person.

"I heard that Lord Marquis is ill. I happen to know some healing techniques. I can treat you."

Nan Xing didn't dare to look him in the eyes, he whispered, "It's done, don't worry about it."

Utila chuckled lightly: "Since it's all over, let's go back to the Holy See. A few days ago, His Majesty the King asked about you and asked how your Qingxiu was going."

Who wants to clean up?Not only put His Majesty the Pope to sleep, but also met with God in the church every night.

But Utila said so, Nan Xing could only go back with him.

When Nan Xing returned to the Holy See, he tried his best to avoid meeting His Majesty the Pope. Even teaching him to pray every day, Nan Xing found an excuse to evade.

He went to church to pray during the day, but he didn't dare to stay at night, he was afraid that he would meet the gods, and he was afraid that the gods would ask about it.

Gods are everywhere, Nan Xing thinks that the gods must know about it.

And his ears reappeared.

Because he was not close to the gods, he was farther away from the power of light.

That day he prayed in the church as usual, but at dusk he met His Majesty the Pope at the door of the church.

Nan Xing bowed his head to say hello, but His Majesty the Pope blocked his way.

"Are you avoiding me?"

Utila took a step forward, and Nan Xing was forced into the church.

Behind him is the statue of the great God of Light, his lover, and facing His Majesty the Pope, the two of whom had slept for a night not long ago.

Cold sweat broke out on Nan Xing's forehead, if Lord Shenming opened his eyes at this moment, he could die.

His Majesty the Pope did not stop there, but pressed on step by step until Nan Xing's back hit the solid marble. He looked up and saw the perfect jaw and huge wings carved from the marble of the God of Light.

He was forced to retreat into the arms of the statue of the God of Light, and His Majesty the Pope had blocked all his way.

Utila lowered her head slightly and looked into Nan Xing's eyes: "What are you doing hiding from me?"

Nan Xing's beautiful eyes were full of panic, and even the white fluffy ears were perked up nervously and trembling slightly.

Utila's thick long eyelashes fluttered lightly, he smiled a little, and his tone was imperceptibly pampering: "Do you not want to be responsible?"

Nan Xing looked at him in a panic, and explained at a loss: "At that time, I, I was really delirious..."

Utila smiled and watched him argue.

Nan Xing could only throw the bottle and break the can, "I can't bear this responsibility, I can compensate you for whatever you want..."

Utila laughed: "Why can't you take this responsibility? I see that you are very happy and bold. I thought you were already prepared."

Nan Xing blushed: "You are His Majesty the Pope, I am just a little marquis, I am not worthy of you, and you are a priest, the priest should not have too much involvement with ordinary people, you should abstain from sexual intercourse."

Utila laughed happily: "But I have already broken the precept, what do you think should I do? Moreover, the gods do not require us to abstain from sexual intercourse for the rest of our lives. God requires us to be loyal..." He looked deeply at Nan Xing, "Since it has happened, I can only be with you in my life..."

He said that he had already stroked Nan Xing's face, as if he wanted to kiss him, Nan Xing struggled in panic, Utila simply hugged Nan Xing lightly, Nan Xing's back just leaned against the arms of the God of Light, but Utila Put your arms around his waist towards him.

Nan Xing hurriedly said: "Your Majesty the Pope! This is a temple and a church! You are the highest god, so it is disrespectful to the gods!"

"Oh?" Utila smiled lightly, "Why are you disrespectful? I believe that the gods will also bless us. The gods pay attention to reproduction and humanity. This is a very beautiful thing. He must be very happy..."

But I have had such an affair with the god, and now I am hugged by other men against the chest of his statue, the noble god will be furious if he finds out.But what is his situation now?As if being hugged and kissed by two men, he was caught in the middle and couldn't escape.

Nan Xing was about to cry: "But I love the great god deeply, and I dedicate my body and mind to him. I swear that no one else will. I can't betray my god."

Ertila, who received Nan Xing's confession, bent her eyes and smiled, "My lovely Lord Marquis, you have not betrayed the gods, your body and mind belong to the gods, but you also need to be responsible to me, you know?"

As Utila said, she kissed Nan Xing lightly on the lips in panic, but he didn't do anything else. After the kiss, he looked deeply at Nan Xing for a while, and then left contentedly.

Nan Xing was almost paralyzed in the arms of the statue. He panted heavily and tried to calm himself down. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the arms behind him suddenly moved.

In just a moment, he was hugged in the arms of the gods.

"Long time no see me?"

The moonlight outside the window shone in, and the beautiful moonlight reflected the miracle, and Nan Xing was almost numb.

It took less than 2 minutes for His Majesty the Pope to go out, and the gods had already descended. The man's temperature in his arms and waist had not subsided, and he was hugged by the gods again.

His ears perked up uncomfortably stiff.

The beautiful god hugged him lovingly, and gently touched his chest: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, I don't blame you, your heart beats so fast..." The god lowered his head and kissed his earlobe, "Are you scared?" ?”

Nan Xing finally burst into tears: "I'm so scared..."

It was like having an affair with someone in front of the gods, his heart was about to burst out.

Utila could hardly bear to tease him anymore, he hugged Nan Xing tightly, put Nan Xing on his lap and coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid, I didn't intend to scare you."

He gently wiped away Nan Xing's tears, but Nan Xing's tears flowed more and more, he choked up like a beauty made of water, "What if I do something wrong to you?"

Utila thought to herself, baby, it’s me if you don’t have it. I did it on purpose. I want people to accept my identity in the world, which is beneficial to you.But he still asked: "Don't worry, tell me, I will forgive you."

"That day, that day..."

Utila stroked his back, encouraging him to continue.

Nan Xing finally confessed in one go, "His Majesty the Pope gave me a manor that day, and I let him stay in the manor. He looks very similar to you, and I thought he was you..."

Utila hugged him and coaxed him, and said softly to him: "It's okay, baby, I don't mind."

Nan Xing's rabbit ears trembled, what?Does God not mind this kind of thing?Didn't they ask him not to look for others?Could it be that the heart of what is said is so generous and kind?

Then he heard a startling news from the beautiful god.

"Utila is my clone in the world, he exists just like me." He thought for a moment and continued to make up, "I can experience everything he feels and sees, but he doesn't know that he is my clone." .Body, he thought he was human."

If it is directly admitted that he and the Pope are one person, then His Majesty the Pope's connection with his actions is to trap Nan Xing step by step.

He can't do that, he has to make it up.

Take it easy.

Nan Xing was stunned: "Is he your clone?"

"Ah."

"Will he understand that he is a clone of a god?"

"Maybe his magic is advanced and he will know."

Utila felt that his answer was too perfect, and he even thought about the way out. If one day the identity is one, there is really no obstacle.

Nan Xing suddenly realized.

No wonder.

No wonder the names are so similar.

The name of His Majesty the Pope is Utila, and the name of the great God of Light is Ayutira. If you do not pay attention to it, it seems that the pronunciation is the same.

And His Majesty the Pope looks so similar to a god.

After that, Nan Xing looked at His Majesty the Pope strangely, and His Majesty would kiss him sometimes, Nan Xing no longer resisted like before, but still liked to avoid it.

Utila asked him to take responsibility, which he said was a man's responsibility.

This feeling is very strange, as if His Majesty the Pope is God's puppet, the puppet is kissing the god's lover, the god feels the same, but the puppet has its own consciousness and does not know that it is someone else's puppet.

He worked hard to cultivate, but was accidentally deprived of his virginity. Because of dogma, he could only be with this person, but he didn't know that this person was someone else's lover, God's lover who used him as a puppet.

Nan Xing even felt that he was another person, separate from God, so Nan Xing was reluctant to make out with him every time.

But he didn't reject it either.

As long as you don't do it, you can barely accept these responsibilities.

When Utila taught him how to pray, she held him in her arms and let Nan Xing sit on his lap. They spent the morning teaching prayer like this.

Utila would even kiss him frequently.

Nan Xing frowned: "Your Majesty the Pope, you have to concentrate! You are a priest of Qingxiu, don't be addicted to it!"

God!He didn't know that His Majesty the Pope was such a person. He used to be really good at pretending.

Utila smiled dotingly, and deliberately teased Nan Xing: "I didn't know this taste before, thanks to my baby for letting me know this wonderful taste, thanks to you for letting me break the precept, I really want to put you cry..."

As he said, he kissed Nan Xing's chin intimately, Nan Xing's face was pale, and he rubbed his belly a little uncomfortable.

He was a little irritable, and the prayers in his hands made him a little dizzy. He suddenly pushed Utila away and hurried to the door.

He squatted on the stone steps and retched.