Please charm the god of light

"Is this all the goods?"

Melodious music rippling in the cold warehouse.Surrounded by human traffickers, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a mask is choosing with great interest in front of a huge cage.

His eyes flicked across a large group of terrified and beautiful boys and girls, but he only shook his head.

Suddenly, a mysterious force drew his attention to the corner.

The boy's body was covered with dust, his black hair was slightly curly, covering half of his face, like a puppet with broken strings.

Out of nowhere, the visitor said, "Take a look at his face."

The trafficker was taken aback, and smiled apologetically, "My lord, this is a little thing I just picked up, and I haven't taken care of it yet."

The guest stared at him as if possessed, and raised his voice: "I want to see his face!"

The young man leaning on the railing in the corner seemed to be startled, and frowned slightly.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man slowly propped up his body, stretched his waist, and opened his eyes slightly——

A pair of blood-red and clear eyes are like rubies, shining in the dark.

In the silence, a lazy and soft voice sounded: "It's so noisy."

The boy was like a dusty doll when he was asleep, but when he woke up, his fatal beauty was illuminated by magic.

The fair face is covered with dust, but the transparent pink skin can still be seen.Black hair and red pupils, crow-feather-like eyelashes are entangled with black hair, and a small canine tooth is slightly exposed when speaking.

The guest's indifference and arrogance immediately disintegrated, staring at the direction of that corner, not even daring to blink.

The trafficker's pupils constricted suddenly, and he was so surprised that he couldn't even utter a word.

The guest stretched out his hands tremblingly in his direction: "I want to buy him! Quickly take out the power of disorder that can control people's spirit here! Quickly, let him recognize me as his master!"

The human trafficker woke up like a dream, and felt a little regretful, why didn't he find out that he was a beauty, and sold it for so much less!He could only reluctantly beckon for someone to bring a tube of injection.

The needle tube is not filled with liquid, but a dark purple mist.

The moment the needle was revealed, the teenagers in the other cages couldn't bear it.

Once someone is named, the traffickers will inject him with the "power of disorder" obtained from the survivors of the evil gods. No matter how arrogant or unwilling, he will become a submissive and numb slave, slipped out by the guests on a dog leash, and used as a utensil enjoyment, loss of freedom, dignity, life.

Even the person with the needle is a bit pity.Such a rare beauty will also become such a despicable walking dead.

The young man finally sensed something was wrong from the atmosphere, but it was too late, the needle tube was already close to his neck, and the mist in the needle tube flowed into his dry and broken meridians.

However, instead of being afraid, the half-asleep teenager was refreshed as if he drank a cup of wake-up coffee.

Seeing him obediently being injected, all sorts of nasty fantasies gushed out from the guest's heart, and his gaze became more explicit, wandering over his slender body unabashedly.

He snatched the dog leash prepared by the human traffickers, trotted up to the boy himself, his greasy and rough fingers approached his cheek roughly and longingly, and put the collar around his neck with his other hand, coaxing him with hunger and thirst The tone said: "Good boy, you are mine..."

Greasy fingers were about to touch his cheeks, and the boy subconsciously frowned.

With a sudden breath, a faint dark purple energy was blown out.

The guest trembled weakly and rapidly all over, and his movements stopped in mid-air.

The lazy voice was whispering like a devil, carelessly, even with disgust, but it made people unable to obey: "Who are you going to wear this collar for?"

The guest opened his mouth and roared like a rusty machine: "Here, for me, Dai."

After speaking, he stiffly put the collar around his neck!

The people around were dumbfounded, and the trafficker panicked: "Master, what is this?"

The guest stood up, eyes glazed, and said sternly: "He likes me to wear a collar, so I wear it."

These rich people who came to buy slaves all had perverted sexual fetishes. As long as they paid the money, the traffickers would laugh along with them: "...It's fine if you like it. Do you want us to prepare a room for you?"

The guest didn't seem to hear the question, and stood there blankly, like a statue.

In the strange and subtle confrontation, the boy leisurely held up the dog leash, slightly raised his chin, revealing a smooth and delicate jawline.

"Warm rooms, bathrooms, and food."

Only then did the guest react: "Do as he said."

Watching the two go upstairs.The traffickers whispered to each other.

"Isn't this a ghost? Did you see that the guest used all fours when he went upstairs. Isn't this a dog?"

"Shut up, who knows if it's a sexual fetish. Anyway, he was the one who paid the money, and he was the one who went upstairs to open the room. Is there a problem?"

It seems that there is no problem.

Suddenly, a face poked out from the corner at the top of the stairs, and ordered casually, "Find a little thing to serve you."

The guest's voice also came from afar, like a repeater: "Find something small."

Trafficker: Damn it.

Anluo was originally staying in the cage in the corner.He was so excited and grateful when he was chosen to serve people.If he didn't need to inject the power of disorder and just become a simple servant, that would be a dream he dared not dream of.

He was groomed obediently and quietly, and then carefully pushed open the door with the food: "My lord, the snacks are here."

It was dark inside.He fumbled forward, and suddenly, his toe kicked something.He looked down, and in the dimness, he saw the paunchy guest holding his head and doing squats in the corner!

Anlu: "..."

"Come here." The boy's voice was arrogant but weak.

An Lue raised his eyes, only to see that the young man was leaning on the big bed in a bathrobe after taking a shower, his black hair was hanging wet on his temples, as calm as the owner of this place: "Put the small table beside the bed, Set the plates."

As soon as the food was placed, the boy's expression changed, like a ghost who hadn't eaten for thousands of years, gobbling it up.

As he ate, he asked Anloo questions.

The boy's problem is very strange, as if he has not been in contact with the world at all.

"Now there is only one federation on the mainland. The federation is divided into five domains, each of which is self-governing. Representatives from each domain form a federation meeting."

"There is also the Huiliu Bureau on the mainland. They don't belong to any domain, they are directly subordinate to the gods, and they are responsible for continuously transporting divine power to the five major domains. Therefore, they have a lot of power and occupy the sixth seat of the Federation Council... Which god do you ask me? We only have one god.”

Knowing that he couldn't explain clearly, the young man changed the subject and asked where this place was.

This is the fifth domain with the worst economy, the farthest from the gods, and the easiest place to breed evil.An Lue told about the traffickers.Only then did the boy realize what a dangerous situation he was facing just now, and his complexion got worse and worse.

How dare these ants treat the evil god like this!

2000 years ago, despicable human beings sealed him with divine power; now he broke through the seal with great difficulty, fell into a deep sleep because of exhaustion, and was humiliated just after waking up.

Humanity will pay the price!And the stinky thing here will face his initial anger!

However, his internal injuries were serious. The disordered power in the needle just now was only enough to cast the control technique once, but as long as he took in enough food, he could recover [-]% of his strength within a meal, and he could wipe out all the humans here with a snap of his fingers. .

As long as he is fed and drunk, all these stinking things will be gone!

"Human, you brought me food, and I will give you alms to be my servant." The boy put down the last piece of cheese pudding, raised his chin, "Remember, your master is Jesse."

An Lue nodded with a vague understanding.

After eating the little food just now, Jesse hardly felt recovered, and his hunger didn't weaken a bit.

The pretty brows frowned slightly.

An Lue noticed his gloomy expression, and said carefully: "Master, what did I do wrong?"

Jesse: "It's not your problem, go downstairs and get some food."

"The master helped Anlue escape. He is Anlue's great benefactor. If you have anything to do, please tell me." Anlue nodded, and hurriedly went downstairs again.

The Ontario language is full of intimacy and gratitude.Jesse's hunger was relieved a lot!

His eyes widened sharply.

Are you feeding on the intimacy of others?

With a bad premonition, he stood up suddenly and walked to the big mirror in the bedroom.

After the hunger was slightly reduced, the exhausted blood was rejuvenated, and the dormant body was released from the crisis state, revealing its original appearance.

The tender, thin black wings seemed to be covered with a layer of feather veil on the easy-to-break bracket, the miniature goat horns drilled out inch by inch on the forehead, and a slippery and boneless tail emerged from the tailbone.

Occupied by the vengeful anger, the evil god lord stood still, unable to believe it at all, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I turned into a succubus?!"

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Reading guide (must see!)

1. The pre-acquisition core has not changed, but the "interstellar" background has been eaten by me. The current world background: high-tech + magic + a different world similar to the Holy See.

2. There are some Western Fantasy elements, but strictly speaking, this is not orthodox Western Fantasy.

3. Shou is an evil god, not a good person. He has his own values ​​and logic^_^The characters will be developed according to the plot.

4. Shou is the pinnacle of the book's appearance, and it is a heartthrob.The author just likes this one, please jump into the pit according to your needs, thank you~

【Seek advance receipt of "I opened a madhouse in the last days"】

*Crazy shaking M vicious dog attack × cold beauty shaking S Dean Shou

*Sweet article, may change the name or modify the details before opening the article~

Fu Qing, the youngest director of the madhouse in X City, is beautiful and delicate, cold and thin, but has amazing taming skills.

No matter how cruel and rebellious a lunatic is, he will submit submissively in front of Fu Qing.

After waking up, Fu Qing traveled to a hundred years later, where evil was rampant, order collapsed, and the lunatic asylum in City X had long been abandoned.

Fu Qing: It is the duty of the director to rebuild the madhouse.

Later, the villains all over the world had the same dream - to have a bed in the madhouse.

The snake-headed hypnotist in a tuxedo, with a shy expression, gently leaned on his shoulder: "Dean, you haven't scolded me for two hours~"

The doll doctor who performed surgery with a sewing knife waited for him outside the bedroom door in the middle of the night: "Dean, tie it tighter~"

The blood-faced clown who used Gatling as his arm laughed wildly and danced wildly in the garden on a rainy night: "The dean shocks me, the dean shocks me!"

Fu Qing: Queue up to get a number, and the number will be extended to three people. Please don't try to break the neck of the patient in the front row, or you will bear the consequences.

Evil Seeds: 嘤QAQ

The Lord of the Abyss is the most insane and brutal dog.It was rumored that he was eyeing the mad headmaster and tried all kinds of terrible methods just to find him.

When he came to the lunatic asylum, all human beings and evil species crawled on the ground trembling, feeling that it was over.

Only the young man put his hands in his white coat and looked directly at him indifferently.

The face is exquisite, the waist is thin and thin, like a doll, vulnerable to absolute power.

The vicious dog's eyes were red, staring longingly at the blood under the pale neck, and then——

Carefully tucking his own leash into those slender and delicate hands.

"Dean, I have a follow-up visit, can I jump in line?"

——"From the day you disappeared in the madhouse, I have been searching for 100 years."

The full text is empty, madhouse ≠ reality mental hospital