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

The gods never responded to him again.

Maybe the gods can only come at night, but he sleeps with the pope every night, so he can't meet his gods.

His Majesty the Pope announced that he would teach the core magic to the nobles, vaguely revealing that he had chosen Nan Xing and needed to pay close attention to his physical changes and magic learning progress all the time, so he asked Nan Xing to move to his dormitory.

His Majesty the Pope did not restrict his freedom of prayer, nor did he allow him to pray at night, but as long as Nan Xing went to church or shrine, His Majesty the Pope would follow him, and start doing it with his arms around Nan Xing at any time he did not expect.

He is reckless, not ashamed of being promiscuous in front of the gods in the holy church, and he doesn't care about his reputation. He is so bold in everything he does, and he is not afraid of any priests discovering his evil deeds.

No one questioned him, and he handled any abnormalities with ease.

Because, no one would have thought or guessed that their benevolent and great Pope would be such a bad person!

All fears are borne by Nan Xing, His Majesty the Pope is bold.

As time passed, Nan Xing stopped going to church, and he didn't even dare to leave Ertila's private palace, for he was afraid of running into the Pope in an unexpected place.

He knew Urtilla would hug him.

"Baby, concentrate..." Utila kissed the tears and gently reminded him, "Call my name, please call it over and over again..."

Nan Xing lay on the soft sofa, staring at the gorgeous chandelier above his head in a daze, he endured everything meekly, weeping and calling out that disgusting name.

He's almost vomited these days.

But God does not allow mortals to hate and resent. The scriptures say that mortals are guilty and sinful, and they need to be washed away by suffering, so he repented of his actions.

He misses every word the gods said to him all the time, and reflects on himself all the time.

It turns out that his behavior always violates the rules made by God, whether it is arrogance or arrogance to God.

God said that mortals should live in their own right.

So the gods never saw him again.

Nan Xing was thinking about the biggest mistake he made, and the root of that mistake was sleeping with Utila that night in his own manor.

It seems that since that time, the gods have appeared less and less frequently, and even now the gods no longer see him.

The god said that the pope was his human clone, but all the signs showed that Ertila was not worthy to be the first person of the gods.

What qualifications does such a bad guy have?

The god said that he didn't care, and coaxed him gently to calm his fear.

But the gods did not forgive him.

Maybe Utila is just an ordinary human being, but the god told a white lie in order to appease him, and the god reacted to him from the bottom of his heart.

Yes, who can endure his lover having sex with other people, even the bad pope hugged him in the church and kissed him in front of the god statue, the god looked at all this in disappointment, but the benevolent god didn't want to punish him, so he could only punish him avoid seeing.

I'm wrong.

Nan Xing sincerely repented.

But I can't get away now, how can I get your forgiveness cleanly?

Nan Xing prayed silently and piously, and Utila put her ear close to him, wanting to hear what he was saying, wondering if he was saying his name.

Because from Nan Xing, a strong belief entered his body, but that belief was so sad.

Utila gently kissed him deeply, stopping Nan Xing's silent words. He felt Nan Xing's shoulders tremble slightly, and even choked up tears after being kissed by him, looking very uncomfortable.

Utila's heart was sore and soft. He hugged Nan Xing and stroked his back over and over again, "Okay, don't cry. I'll take you to wash it, okay? Be good, don't cry."

Utila hugged him and washed him in the large bathtub. The water temperature was just right, and his movements were extremely gentle, observing Nan Xing's expression all the time and taking care of his feelings.

He is very thoughtful and patient. He bathed Nan Xing gently and well. Every strand of hair was washed clean and soft, but Nan Xing's face and ears did not get a drop of water.

After washing, gently wipe his body with a clean and soft towel, and even trim the nails of his hands and feet patiently, so that the nails of each finger and toe of him are trimmed round and smooth, and he uses a protective mask. Apply a layer of nail polish.

He even used magic to moisturize Nan Xing's skin, making his delicate and white skin comfortable and beautiful, healed all marks and pains, and even took care of every strand of hair.

Apart from other things, Utila is a top expert in taking care of Nan Xing, and he is even much better than Chris.

After doing all this, Nan Xing fell asleep a long time ago, and he just took a shower and fell asleep with Nan Xing in his arms.

He finally softened his heart.

But he never saw Nan Xing in the face of God again.

"As long as you love me enough, you can see the gods."

As long as Nan Xing can fall in love with him, fall in love with him like this, as the pope, he will let Nan Xing go.

I have already told you that I am a god and a double. I have not stopped you from loving your god. I just hope that you can share some love with me, for the sake of the god.

Of course, it is also necessary to find that guy and kill him!

He is also frantically looking for the adulterer now, once he finds the trace, he will kill the man immediately!

But Nanxing doesn't love him at all.

"You seem to be a little lighter. Today's diet is also what you like. Let's have a good meal, shall we?"

Nan Xing frowned and looked at the food on the table. He didn't have the slightest appetite. Nan Xing put down the knife and fork and only drank a little water.

Utila walked up to him and put his arms around him, "You can't just drink water."

Nan Xing paled: "I don't want to eat."

Utila coaxed him patiently, "We only eat a little, it doesn't matter if we eat less."

Utila cut a fine piece of foie gras and fed it to him. Nan Xing looked at the foie gras you were approaching, and felt sick in his heart. The resentment and irritability in his heart burst out at the same time. Nan Xing pushed hard, and the goose in Utila's hand The liver fell to the ground.

Nan Xing held his chest full of disgust, "It's so disgusting."

Utila's face sank, and he started the trick he threatened a few days ago, "You are so rude, do you want me to feed you in another way?"

Nan Xing has never eaten obediently. At the beginning, he resisted in various ways. Utila had some tricks to subdue him. Among them, what Nan Xing did not want the most was Utila feeding him, kissing him ambiguously, putting food into his mouth, and assisting him. Chewing, pressing against his throat to force him to swallow.

Love and humiliation forced him to eat.

Nan Xing took a deep breath, and finally sat down and picked up the fork, but none of the food seemed to be able to eat it. He forked a piece of bread in his hand, but he couldn't eat it in the end. He snapped the fork Throwing on the table, "Don't eat!"

"Want me to feed you?"

Nan Xing sneered, staring coldly into Utila's eyes, "It's so disgusting."

Utila stood up with a sullen face. Nan Xing waved his arm, and the plates on the table fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Utila almost laughed angrily, "I will ask someone to bring it again."

Nan Xing said, "I broke the plate again."

"Really?" Utila suddenly hugged him on the dining table, "Is it so unpalatable? What are you disgusting about?"

Nan Xing sneered: "Didn't you guess it, I'm disgusting you! You disgusting villain!"

Utila's heart seemed to be tightly grasped, he couldn't breathe from the pain, he could only pursed his lips and stared at Nan Xing, after a while he smiled again, "Very well, I want you at the dinner table now , until you want to eat!"

Nan Xing stretched out his hand and slapped him. At this moment, he forgot all the scriptures and dogmas that mortals are guilty. He wanted to kill this bad guy!Utila had already pressed over, Nan Xing screamed and grabbed his hair and tossed it crazily. The blond hair that he once thought was extremely beautiful made him resentful like a rope that bound him.

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

Several scratches were scratched on Utila's handsome face, and the nails that had just been trimmed were still very sharp, which scratched the beautiful face of His Holiness the Pope.

But Utila was like a huge dragon that couldn't be defeated, he let Nanxing beat him, his beautiful blond hair was only a little messy, but none of it fell out, like a male lion indulged in the attack of a milk cat, he held up The back of Nan Xing's head started to kiss him.

Nan Xing was so kissed that he burst into tears. He was pressed and kissed on the white dining table, tasted like a piece of delicious food, without any right to resist, his hand grabbed the white tablecloth of the dining table, and suddenly touched Something cold has arrived.

At this moment Nan Xing didn't think too much, he seemed to have suddenly possessed incomparable courage, and his hand grabbed the sharp table knife.

Nan Xing suddenly yelled and cried, Utila also opened his eyes wide at this moment.

He looked down and saw a knife stuck in his chest.

Blood flowed down instantly.

"Go away!"

Nan Xing pushed him away vigorously, but he couldn't push him a little bit.

He pulled out the table knife that was inserted into the meat, and stabbed it hard again, as if to kill Utila completely, he stabbed him in the heart one knife at a time.

Without any hesitation, cruel and beautiful, crazy and vicious, his snow-white face was stained with blood foam from Utila's body, as beautiful as embellished with crimson cinnabar.

Scarlet blood oozes from the mark on Utila's handsome face that was caught by Nan Xing, his thick long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he became lonely as if he had been abandoned, his eyes covered with sadness, "You are so Want me to die?"

His voice was soft and low, sounding a little choked.

There was no way he could be killed like this.

But he suddenly gritted his teeth and laughed forcefully: "Unfortunately, I can't do what you wish." He grabbed Nan Xing's hands vigorously and took off the knife in his hand, "Baby, it seems I spoiled you."

There was scarlet blood on the dining table, Utila's heart was pierced with holes, the blood was like a gorgeous flower blooming in the white snow, his blond hair was stained with blood, his perfect body was covered in bright colors. In contrast to the extraordinarily poignant beauty, his face is so cold and beautiful that it is intoxicating, but he is doing cruel things.

No matter how painful Nan Xing begged for mercy this time, he never softened his heart.

Nan Xing covered his stomach and cried, "I'm in so much pain, it really hurts..."

Utila said hoarsely: "Because you are not good, because you don't love me, and because you want me to die. I will let you remember this time..."

Utila carried him to the bathroom until Nan Xing was silent again. ,

He healed his wounds with a healing technique, and hugged him to wash.

But the blood in the bathtub was getting thicker and thicker. He thought it was blood from his body, but the blood in his heart had stopped, and the blood on his body had also stopped.

Why, the smell of blood will become heavier and heavier?

He suddenly felt cold all over, he quickly carried Nan Xing out of the bathtub.

Then he opened his eyes wide and saw that Nan Xing was bleeding.

Winding down from his thigh, he hurriedly used a healing technique, but Nan Xing's body in his arms became colder and colder, and the blood did not stop.

"Don't scare me, Nan Xing!"

Nan Xing's face was so pale.

The healing technique can only heal superficial injuries, he can only do magic, and will not heal diseases after all.

He has not yet become a real god, and he does not have the ability to bring the dead back to life and cure all diseases.

His miracles are more on himself, and he can't save others at all.

He hurriedly wrapped Nan Xing in a soft and warm blanket, and the magic of healing poured on Nan Xing continuously, he hugged him and shouted loudly: "Come here!"

He didn't wait until the priest or servant heard his call, and ran out with Nan Xing in his arms.

"Amon!" In the priest's courtyard in a corner of the huge Holy See, Utila broke in without knocking on the door, "Quick! Help me to see, Nan Xing seems to be sick! He is bleeding!" He blushed The eyes shouted anxiously, "You help me save him!"

Amon is a very powerful physician.

Amon, who was relegated to a corner, was visited by His Majesty the Pope in the middle of the night, and he got up from the bed in shock.

He saw His Majesty the Pope, who was usually noble and beautiful, hugging a person in panic, begging him for salvation.

After a long time.

Amon's fingers trembled, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Nan Xing, making another diagnosis.

Ertila asked anxiously: "How is it? What is Nanxing's disease?"

Amon glanced at His Majesty the Pope who was hugging Nan Xing, and told him about this unbelievable illness.

"It looks like he's pregnant."