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

Nan Xing was sitting at the dining table. His Majesty the Pope took good care of him and arranged his seat at the front. He sat on the left of His Majesty the Pope, and on the right of His Majesty the King and Queen, followed by some dignified dukes.

If Nan Xing succeeds in inheriting his father's duke title, he is qualified to sit here, but he is only a marquis, and he can't even be ranked at the bottom, but His Majesty the Pope just let him sit here.

However, Nan Xing represents the nobility sacrifice today, so it is understandable to participate in this dinner, and His Majesty the Pope arranged the seats. Maybe this is His Majesty's move to value all nobles, and there may be other symbolic meanings.

In short no objection.

It's just that the beautiful representative of the nobility, the beautiful Marquis Nan Xing who is making a big splash today, seems to be in a bad state.

"Nan Xing, is there something uncomfortable?"

Her Royal Highness noticed Nan Xing's discomfort. She saw that the beautiful child's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and even the hand holding the fork was trembling slightly, but she couldn't get close to caring. The disease, he does not touch women.

But Her Royal Highness is very kind to Nan Xing, she can't bear the suffering of such a beautiful and excellent child, let alone this child was almost fostered under her name.

Nan Xing gritted her teeth and replied calmly, "Thank you for your concern...I'm fine."

However, the tail came out again, and he even felt that the fluffy tail was stained with sticky moisture. There are so many people here, all of whom are extremely noble and prominent people in this empire, so he couldn't show any strangeness.

why.

Why is it so abominable even though it is an avatar of a god?

Why didn't his god respond to him and save him?

Is it saving other people and not seeing him?

Or was something delayed, or was resting, sleeping, and did not hear his call?

Yes, it must be like this. It is impossible for his god not to save him. He only needs to endure for a while, until his god wakes up, and endures until his god saves others.

But the torture was far from over. His Majesty the Pope, who had just done something bad, was wearing a pure white robe without a single wrinkle. He smiled and talked with the nobles with a smile like a spring breeze. He mentioned Nan Xing's name in a holy and beautiful manner.

"Lord Nan Xing puts so much effort into drawing gods, and paints his beloved gods without thinking about food and drink..." Etila gritted her teeth and smiled, "Is this the talent of nobles? Nan Xing, can you tell me about it? The inspiration for your creation, about this priceless portrait of a god, everyone must want to know, right?"

Utila lowered his eyes to hide the crazy jealousy in his eyes. Nan Xing, who was sitting beside him, was still holding a fork in his hand. He had just cut a piece of beef with difficulty and was called out. From this angle, Utila could see that Nan Xing was red The tip of his ears, the white and slender neck, and the soft black hair, every part of him, every strand of hair is so soft and beautiful that it can poke people's hearts, not to mention that Nan Xing is trembling even at this moment, but he And so desperately in control.

Ertila reminded herself not to soften her heart all the time.

He is really soft-hearted again and again.

But this time he won't, he will punish him severely!

But Utila's slender hand hung down on Nan Xing's right hand, and he was so close to him.

He even assumed that Nan Xing touched his hand under the dining table as if begging for mercy, or turned his head slightly, looked at him with those beautiful eyes, and looked at him as if admitting his mistake.

He thought maybe he would really soften his heart.

This is just an ordinary small action, he let Nan Xing off with almost irresistible medicine, and maybe even find a reason for Nan Xing to let him go back.

But they sit so close together.

Nan Xing never looked at him again from the beginning to the end.

"Nan Xing?" Utila smiled and said Nan Xing's name, reminding him to share his experience.

It must be hard, right?I begged him for mercy in the church just now, which god was expecting him to save him at that time?

What now?Finding that the god did not respond, he never looked at him again.

Nan Xing's eyes were slightly red, and the knife and fork in his hand trembled more than before.

He was thinking, why the gods haven't come to rescue him yet, is the journey too far?

But he couldn't stand it anymore, it was like insulting teasing.

"South Star!"

It seemed as if he was falling into the abyss, when suddenly someone called his name, he thought it was a god, he thought it was his beloved god who finally came to save him.

But there is no holy light shining, nor does it fall from the sky.

Just a mortal.

But this mortal stumbled towards him, the Andrew he had looked down upon, passed by many prominent nobles, ignored his first-class duke's father who was scolding him in a low voice, and walked straight to Nan Xing.

He was sweating profusely, standing beside Nan Xing with red eyes, blocking His Majesty the Pope on Nan Xing's right. He lowered his head and looked at Nan Xing out of breath. reason.

"Nan Xing, I want to go to the bathroom... You know I was afraid of the dark since childhood, can you accompany me there..."

The prominent nobles frowned, expressing their contempt for this stubborn and rude Andrew with low EQ.

But Nan Xing heaved a sigh of relief as if he had been redeemed, and he quickly replied: "Okay."

Utila sneered: "Marquis Andrew! This is disgraceful, I believe you are already a grown child, and you don't need another nobleman to accompany you! If you insist, I can send ten priests to follow you to embolden you !"

Andrew insisted: "No, I want Nan Xing! I boarded at Nan Xing's house when I was young, and I'm used to Nan Xing accompanying me, right, Nan Xing?"

"right……"

It's nothing at all. Andrew had a runny nose since he was a child, and Nan Xing didn't even want to talk to him, let alone accompany him to the toilet.

However, this is his only chance.

In response to Andrew's embarrassing and unimaginable behavior, he went out without damaging any of his reputation, and even the nobles would sympathize or praise him when they talked about him.

Andrew was sacrificing his reputation.

Maybe he knew he was unwell, maybe he knew something, but Nan Xing didn't think so much now, he just wanted to go out with Andrew.

Utila opened his eyes coldly, and he wanted to say something, but at this moment, Her Majesty the Queen suddenly interrupted.

Her Royal Highness smiled kindly: "Children, go, young people eat with us old-fashioned woods, and even have access to the toilet? I like active and lively children, so I am more energetic..."

Her Royal Highness said so, the nobles could only agree, and Nan Xing was finally able to go out.

He gritted his teeth and walked out of the restaurant, walked along the corridor full of candle lights to the outside of the hall, leaning against the wall in a corner where there were no other nobles.

Andrew next to him fell down for some reason, but Nan Xing could no longer help others, and Andrew got up quickly.

He stood beside Nan Xing, in the moonless night, the lights in the distance could only reveal a faint light, his handsome outline could only reveal a little vague shadow, but those green eyes were as bright as emeralds , covered under thick eyelashes, staring deeply at Nan Xing.

"Nan Xing, are you okay..." He even choked up, "Are you feeling better? Do you want me to carry you?"

Andrew has grown very tall, he is no longer the dwarf with a runny nose when he was a child, standing beside Nan Xing made Nan Xing suddenly feel at ease.

"I'm fine..." Nan Xing smiled palely, "I just have a stomachache, and I can't get used to today's dinner, thank you for bringing me out."

Andrew's eyes were already red.

He actually saw everything, and even though he was blind for a long time afterwards and seemed to pass out in a trance, he still struggled to stay awake.

He heard everything, and knew what Nan Xing had in his belly at this moment.

That beast!

How dare you treat Nan Xing like this! ?

No matter how Nan Xing has no power or power in Wall City, he is truly a nobleman!His identity and lineage are extremely noble. His father is a duke, and he is related by blood. If nothing happened back then, he would even have the right to inherit the throne!

But he was so humiliated in the Holy See!

In the holy church, beside the idol, he cried and begged for mercy, and the man didn't let him go!

How long?

What kind of life did Nan Xing live here?

Could it be that Nan Xing gave the Pope all day and all night when he didn't know it?

Coerce him, control him, control him, play with him badly!

How much humiliation has he endured?He is so beautiful, so soft, no one has the heart to make him cry, but the usually gentle and kind Pope cruelly made him cry for so long!

"Today is Friday, you can go out, you can go back to your own manor, or you can go back to my house... Nanxing..." Andrew said softly, "I'll carry you behind my back, get out of here."

"Andrew!"

Andrew hadn't gotten Nan Xing's answer yet, the sudden violent shout sent a chill down his spine, he turned his head and saw his father and the young and handsome His Majesty the Pope.

Andrew's father's aura was very fierce. Not only did he stride forward by himself, but also the strong guards behind him came over aggressively. Andrew hadn't figured out a way to avoid and take care of Nan Xing at the same time, he had already been picked up by the guards, and His father slapped him on the forehead.

"Disgraceful bastard! Go back to me and let your mother take care of you!"

"No!" Andrew struggled violently this time. He begged his father, "Let's take Nan Xing back! I lived in his house when I was a child, and he can live in our house now, father! Let's take him away!"

But the Lord Duke's cold eyes saw Nan Xing not warm, he looked at Nan Xing politely and distantly: "Your Excellency the Marquis, our family may be in some inconvenience today, do you want to go back with us?"

Nan Xing glanced at Andrew who was being held down, and finally said calmly: "Thank you for your invitation, and I won't bother you."

"Nan Xing! Nan Xing!" Andrew struggled desperately from the hands of the guards, "Don't be so shameless at this time! You go out with me, right now! It's no big deal..." He said softly again, "I I want to talk to you a lot, reminiscing about the past..."

But do you really think it's enough for me to nod?Don't be naive.

Utila is here, what do you think he is doing here with your father?

What a famous person your father is, he will definitely not allow me to go with you today.

Nan Xing's eyes were filled with apology: "I'm sorry Andrew, I'm very tired today, why don't we continue at another day."

Andrew was ruthlessly carried away by the guards, and he vaguely heard Nan Xing say: "I'm sorry, I accidentally lost the bracelet you gave me..."

……

"Still watching?"

Utila smiled and approached Nan Xing, "You cried because of parting..."

He lightly touched a tear in Nan Xing's eyes with his hand, and he murmured something softly and sadly, as if very gentle, but suddenly he picked up Nan Xing and hugged him in his arms.

Extremely tough.

He touched Nan Xing's wet tail with his hand, and smiled cruelly, "It's all like this, and you are so reluctant to part with him... Could it be that if I don't show up, you will sleep with him tonight..." He gritted his teeth , "Packing my things, but thinking about being with another man."

At the end of his hoarse and soft moan, Nan Xing's panting was accompanied by low sobs.