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

who is this.

A disgusting thought came to him, as if he was about to unravel the mystery and divide the foggy ice wall, but the innate disgust and hatred really existed, and Utila exhausted all his strength to hold it back. Didn't tear the picture apart!

The tear mole under the eyes is not accidentally stained with paint, it is integrated with the painting in one go, and even some unusual things can be found from many subtleties, such as the atmosphere, such as some subtle expressions.

For example, the feeling of hatred and disgust made his bones crack.

He is so clear that the person in the painting is not him.

It's another guy, he must have known him before, and he has a deep hatred!

And the guy who shouldn't exist!

Didn't Nanxing notice the difference between them?That's right, they look exactly the same, only with such a slight difference, and every time he appears in the image of a god, he will have a soft light, which makes it foggy for mortals to see, maybe they can see it clearly, maybe they can't, but so what.

Nan Xing did not draw him.

Did this person also appear in front of Nan Xing?

In the image of a god.

Did Nan Xing always think he was this guy?

At this moment, Utila suddenly remembered every detail of his acquaintance and love with Nan Xing. The more he thought about it, the colder he felt.

His fingers were trembling.

At this moment, all of Nan Xing's expressions and words are so clearly visible.

He remembered that when he was still in Moonlight City, Nanxing bought him and doted on him very much.

At that time Nan Xing often praised him.

"You are as beautiful as a god, you are very similar to my god."

【My God】

Nan Xing hadn't seen him at that time, who was Nan Xing talking about?

At that time, he thought that Nan Xing was praising him, just as a metaphor, or that the statue of the god was very similar, but now that he thought about it, it was such a cold sentence, and he even recalled the way Nan Xing looked at him, as if obsessed Looking at another person through him.

"Great God, you are finally willing to forgive me."

This is what Nan Xing said when he first met Nan Xing in the image of a god in the church on that beautiful moonlit night

【Finally forgive me】

Why do you say finally yes?

He had never seen Nan Xing in this image at that time, but Nan Xing seemed to have seen him before, as if he had done something wrong and could not be forgiven, and now he was finally forgiven.

Who did he meet?

Who is the "devout God" he talks about?

Who is his beloved God? ?

Then the blazing love for no reason, all the emotions are beyond the average believer, is this a devout believer in God?Is this the emotion that can be fermented in front of the idol?

It must have been a different encounter. Nan Xing had some kind of encounter with the "God", so that he loved the elves so much that when he saw him in the church, he was very excited, burst into tears, and was very fanatical!

Falling in love with him so easily.

But who is he thinking about?

And when he presented himself as the Pope, he told Nan Xing clearly that this was his human clone, but Nan Xing didn't love him.

He only loves his god.

Is he his god?

Utila stared blankly at Nan Xing, he looked at the portrait with so much love, so painstakingly and lovingly painted his lover, his god.

Not a single look fell on him.

It turned out that everything was an illusion, the grand love, the fiery admiration, the incomparable active dedication and obsession, the sweet lingering of countless days and nights, but a beautiful bubble!

It turned out that he was just a stand-in!

"That's how it is..."

Utila murmured softly with red eyes: "That's how it is..."

Not even the wind moved at this moment.

The weather was gloomy, as if the next moment the storm of disputes would engulf.

The nobles were already talking about it, and His Majesty the noble Pope saw the portrait's obsessed gaffe, and a shadow of hatred appeared in the benevolent face. He looked at it for a long time without moving, his eyes red.

In the end, he did nothing, and even forgot to perform miracles for Nan Xing in order to show his merits and virtues.

This grand birthday festival started enthusiastically, but ended cautiously. Everyone could see that His Majesty the Pope was not happy.

It seemed that Nan Xing made him unhappy.

Afterwards, he sat there coldly, never showing a smile again, and the painting presented by Nan Xing was sent to the church to be placed, waiting for His Majesty the Pope to choose a good place to hang it.

Today, His Majesty the King and some prominent nobles will also dine in the Holy See. He brought gifts to present. His Majesty the Pope accompanied His Majesty the King to visit some famous buildings and treasures for a while, and then he was accompanied by priests, but until the meal time There was no trace of His Majesty the Pope, and at the same time, Nan Xing, who was making a big splash today, was also missing.

……

Andrew, who has not been to the Holy See for a long time, came to the Holy See with his father as a prominent nobleman for dinner today, but after the sacrifice, Nan Xing disappeared, because His Majesty the King is here, he has been respectful and safe, but dinner is about to come Nan Xing hadn't shown up yet, so of course he had legitimate reasons to go to Nan Xing.

Nan Xing was not in his room, nor were some of the places he expected to go to. Andrew searched all over, but he could only go to the church to find it.

He searched one by one, and suddenly heard something in a small church.

Russling, someone was whispering, but a clearer voice reached his eardrums.

He heard Nan Xing weeping forbearance.

then.

From the crack of the door, he saw a scene that he will never forget.

In the place where the moonlight and the dark night mingle, under the holy statue of the God of Light, Nan Xing's beautiful eyes are full of crystal clear tears, looking at it in a daze, with abnormal flushing on her beautiful face, soft black hair and The white hair trembled and shook frequently.

He was being held in the arms of a tall man, leaning against the portrait that was highly praised today, aggressively assaulting him!

That pair of white fluffy and lovely ears is a taboo in Nan Xing's mouth, but they are grasped by a pair of slender big hands in the palms of their hands, stroking, kneading and playing with them at will.

Nan Xing's face turned even redder.

Andrew watched this scene in disbelief.

He clearly saw the man's face.

It is His Majesty the Pope who is usually compassionate, gentle, sympathetic to the world, ascetic and handsome!

brute!

Is this how Nan Xing was treated in the Holy See?

He moved forward angrily, but at this moment, His Majesty the Pope looked back with murderous intent. The moment he touched those blue eyes, Andrew's eyes went dark.

He seemed immobile and blind.

……

Nan Xing grabbed Ertila's blond hair fiercely, and he suppressed his voice almost in despair: "Enough...enough..."

This is the second time since the relationship with His Majesty the Pope at home.

Although they hugged and hugged each other before, Nan Xing didn't let him really get close to him, he believed that he could only be like this with his god.

But today's Utila didn't know what went crazy, and she even kidnapped him to the church, where she was not sure whether the nobles and priests would come, and entangled him forcefully.

Utila leaned against Nan Xing's ear, pursed her lips and sighed softly: "What? Don't you want to? Or do you mean I can't? Then who can?"

Nan Xing cried and begged for mercy: "Don't be here, someone will come, I'm really sad..."

Utila's heart was cold, he didn't let Nan Xing go, but treated him harder, until Nan Xing looked into his eyes in a daze.

He looked at him like a treasure that was about to be broken, looked at him as if delirious and muttered to himself, those eyes looked at him with incomparable attachment like glass, at this moment Utila almost softened her heart.

His heart was soft and sour.

He put his arms around Nan Xing to soothe his heartbeat, and he put his ear to listen to his disorganized soliloquy.

The warm soda has a sweet taste, very soft and moist, like sweet poison.

He heard Nan Xing's words clearly.

"Help me, my god..."

At this moment, Utila's heart seemed to be stabbed heavily, from his chest to his back in an instant.

Blood was pouring out, and his breath was nearly choked.

Nan Xing looked into his eyes and asked for help with hope.

Who is he looking through his eyes?

Does Nan Xing think that he is the avatar of his god, and all his feelings and actions will be seen by the god.

He is asking his god for help!

Which god?

Utila gritted her teeth with hatred, but coaxed him softly: "Baby, you need to call the name of the god so that he can hear it..."

Seeing it with his own eyes and hearing it with his own ears, Nan Xing moved his lips slightly, calling out the name of his god so full of hope and eagerly.

His voice was very small, but Utila could hear it so clearly, even such a similar pronunciation, that Utila almost lied to himself that he was calling him.

But that real call was like a thorn piercing Utila's throat.

"Ayutira."

Utila even depicted the spelling of this hateful name at the same time, like a heavy mountain, and the sculpture engraved with this name crushed him to death heavily.

There is no chance of life.

Nan Xing finally called out the adulterer's name!

Utila's limbs and bones seemed to be filled with snow, he licked a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled cruelly.

He even gently stroked the top of Nan Xing's head, and wiped away his invisible rabbit ears.

His voice was so hoarse and soft, and his expression was as gentle as a broken one, "Baby, suck it well, or your ears will be exposed..." He held Nan Xing's hand with a smile, and said cruelly, "Let's go to dinner. His Majesty the King and the distinguished nobles must be waiting impatiently. You must really want to see them at this moment, right?"