Please charm the god of light

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and the voice of the host came from behind his head.

"Viscount Xiwen, your seat is here. Who is this?"

"My adopted son. He's a little dizzy."

Jesse's hands immediately settled down, and his whole body remained motionless, like a huge doll, with its back to the two people who were talking.

Faintly, he heard a rustling laughter.

The host said in a tacit voice: "It turns out that he is the adopted son of His Majesty the Viscount. I am being rude. If this is the case, I will change a box for Your Excellency."

Jesse's ears were pricked up, and he frowned slightly.

Why do you have to change the box when you hear that it is an "adopted son"?

The auction house is divided into upper and lower floors. The lower floor is for rich merchants, knights and some low-ranking nobles. The venue is separated by screens and gauze curtains. The upper floor is reserved for the rich and powerful, full of boxes, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window, forming a circle and a half. arch, condescendingly surveying the stage from all sides.

They were assigned to the most remote box on the second floor.

If it weren't for the considerate hospitality of the hosts, the "Viscount" wouldn't even be able to reach the second floor, which is enough to know how many big bosses were present today.

The box is beautifully decorated.The host lit the candles at the four corners of the box and brought an exquisite fruit plate before leaving.

Suddenly, an unusually slight and sweet cry fell into their ears.

Jesse couldn't help being curious, rubbing his eyes and pretending to wake up.

There is a dislocation angle between adjacent boxes, so you can see a corner of the floor-to-ceiling windows next door.

The curtains next door were not drawn, and on the scarlet carpet, a delicate white leg was twitching.

Jesse woke up suddenly!

He cast a ghostly glance at the God of Light.The latter's shirt was messed up by himself, and there were even pink rubbing marks on his neck.

The young noble raised an "adopted son" who was not a few years younger than himself.Isn't this forbidden?

Jesse: "..."

Who made this identity?Let's see if he doesn't kill that guy!

Boom boom boom.There was a knock on the door, and the host was polite outside: "If your Excellency the Viscount wants various tools, you can ring the bell."

The God of Light looked down and just fell on Ye Se's bewildered face, and smiled lightly.

"Understood. Please don't bother me."

"Yes."

In order to specially cater to the pleasure needs of these dignitaries, the light in the box was dimmed.The flickering candlelight hit the ascetic side face of the God of Light, which was extremely delicate.

He got up suddenly and walked in front of Jesse, the messy shirt hadn't been tidied up yet.Slowly, he lowered his head and reached out his hand to Jesse.

The boy's clothes were also in a mess, his satin-like black hair was scattered on his snow-white neck, and his hands and feet were so thin that they seemed to break if they were folded.The eyes are watery, the red lips are slightly parted, and the rebellious little tiger teeth are half hidden and half exposed.

Jesse shrank subconsciously to the corner of the sofa, and her body began to tremble instinctively.

No, no, no!

The seriousness of this old thing can't be pretended, can it?

A big hand caressed his face.

Jesse seemed to be hit by an electric current, his whole body was numb, and his heart was desperate.

Warm golden light flowed through his body, and the anesthesia effect of the power of disorder disappeared completely.

The God of Light stood up with a gentle and upright expression: "Is it better?"

Jesse's cheeks flushed red: "..."

He probably overturned the car in the gutter and inhaled the power of disorder and was really anesthetized, otherwise how could he think about something.

He pretended to wake up from a big dream, cleared his throat, and sat upright: "I'm fine."

The guests came in one after another.

The God of Light put a small golden chain watch on his hand: "I made this myself. Once I feel the power of the evil god, it will become hot. Pay attention, if you encounter a hot situation, report it to me in time, and don't fall behind." one."

Jesse's lips were still bloodshot, so he didn't open his eyes to look at him: "Yeah."

Suddenly, the door was knocked again.

The God of Light pretended to be displeased: "Didn't I tell you not to bother me?"

Outside the door, the host said in a troubled tone, "Sorry Your Excellency, this time the Duke of Honor has entrusted me to invite you to the Duke's box to discuss important matters."

The God of Light tidied up his clothes and opened the door.The host smiled and said, "Your Excellency, please go with your adopted son."

The two people in the box looked at each other.

The two were led to the middle box.This room is larger and more spacious, and even the decoration on the door is more delicate and complicated.

The door closed behind them.

There were layers of gauze curtains inside the box, and one could only vaguely see a big man lying on the sofa, surrounded by several servants and a thin figure kneeling on the ground.

"I have met the Duke." The God of Light assumed his identity and bowed lightly.

"Xiwen, this is the first time we have met." The Duke said unceremoniously, "This is thanks to your adopted son. I haven't seen the Viscount who came from the country for three years. The last time I cared for the poor was to give At the praise dinner of the Huiliu Bureau's show."

Is this person looking for death?

Jesse suddenly showed pity in his eyes.

The god half raised his eyelids: "So?"

"When you first came in, many people had seen the face of your adopted son." The Duke suddenly sat upright, gently pushed aside a corner of the veil, revealing a cloudy eye, "It's really rare. Even I am not in the middle The city has seen such a face."

The god suddenly smiled and did not speak.

"Of course, I'm not interested in stealing things from the poor." The Duke lay back calmly, and the beauties serving around him consciously leaned under him as a pad, "I'll give you a better one."

The person next to him automatically picked out one of the kneeling thin figures and pushed him out of the gauze curtain.

The Duke said casually: "This is a special gift from the organizer. It may be that His Excellency the Viscount is ignorant, so tell him about it."

The person like the butler immediately said: "This is an extremely rare creature of the evil god's family that is on the verge of extinction. Not only is it harmless, it is also the most cherished plaything among the upper-class nobles."

Jesse's pupils constricted!

That's a succubus!

This succubus was obviously trained|taught, the area of ​​lewd lines is much larger than that of Yeser, from the abdomen all the way to the neck.His eyes were distracted and blurred. The moment he was pushed out, he subconsciously knelt down in front of the god's feet, crawling, and automatically pulled up the god's pants with both hands.

The God of Light's eyes completely turned cold.

Steward: "He has reached the final stage. Saliva can't satisfy him, blood can only be half full, and only bliss can satisfy him. Under the guidance of instinct, he will be more 'playful' than humans."

Jesse clenched his fists tightly, breathing trembling with anger.

Suddenly, the chain watch on his wrist burned hot.

Almost at the same time, he and the god looked at each other, and then turned to the delirious succubus in unison.

It has the breath of the evil god's origin!

Not really heavy, just tainted.

They thought of the human being who had been transformed into a remnant of the evil god they had met before.

That person still has himself after being injected with a small amount of evil god's source power, so he is a successful product and can be injected with more source power; but the experiment is always likely to fail, what if he doesn't survive the injection?

How will those failed products be treated?

The "succubus" who was kneeling on the ground pitifully rubbed his face against his trouser legs.The god subconsciously wanted to kick him away, but he stopped and took a step back.

"Keeping succubi is a serious crime that can trigger the Huiliu Bureau. The Duke is not afraid of getting into trouble, but I am."

The Duke thought he was just timid: "You don't have to worry about that. The organizer has given away many times, and today's auction will also sell a few. If you want to alarm the Huiliu Bureau, you have already been alarmed. They will wipe it out later. Ass."

"them".

The successful product I met in the forest last time also mentioned "they".

The Duke became impatient, and his jaw dropped a bit.The surrounding big men understood, and without waiting for the viscount's consent, they rushed to both sides of Jesse as if to buy and sell him, trying to set him up.

Before they touched Jesse, suddenly, a faint wave of light flashed——

Everyone is pinned in place!

The gods lifted the curtain.The Duke showed a terrified expression, his mouth was opened wide, but he couldn't make a sound.

The whole room lingers with a sacred and clean atmosphere.The viscount's surroundings seemed to be shrouded in an unquestionable atmosphere.

"God..." The Duke's eyes were about to pop out, but he could only utter one syllable in a low voice.

The one in front of him is clearly the God of Light.However, it is more frightening than seeing the evil god.Unbelievable, shameful, and trembling intertwined, making him want to pass out.

The god looked down at everyone in the room, and said solemnly: "You can't disturb the big fish yet, and you will all pay the price when the net is collected."

Under the spell of the gods, everyone is step by step like a marionette.

Under extreme fear, the Duke watched his body pick up the wine glass again and lay back on the sofa.

In front of him was a beheading knife that was destined to fall, but he had to count the days and slowly put his head on it, unable to even struggle or commit suicide.

The god came over and took Jesse's cold, slightly trembling hand: "Let's go."

Back in the box, the god used the coagulation technique to suspend the time of the succubus' physical sensation, and then released his mind-controlled state, and put it into the portable space.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't touch the succubus, showing his rejection of the evil god's survivors everywhere.

"According to the Duke's dictation, the object with the ability to control the entire source is the organizer. These succubi may be created by the organizer through the source power spell."

Yeser: "How to deal with this succubus when we go back?"

"Send it to the lava purgatory." The god's eyes were flat, "The lava purgatory has a special area for the survivors of evil gods who have not committed crimes. They will be purified, curb evil thoughts, and participate in labor."

His eyes seemed to hit the point of fear in Jesse's heart.Jesse's eyes flickered: "Also, is there any other possibility?"

The gods seemed to be patient elders, explaining to him: "If we don't intervene, the succubus is doomed to get out of control. Either they will drain their energy and kill people, or they will starve to death, or they will be disposed of by nobles. Therefore, they It can only be taken in by purgatory."

Jesse: "..."

He felt wronged.The succubi born in ancient times will not lose control, and each of them is alive and well.Those people stole his source power, used it indiscriminately, caused so many side effects, and damaged his reputation.

The god thought that he was pitying the succubus, so he slowed down his tone and comforted him, "Don't worry, as long as the succubus does not make mistakes and works on time every day in purgatory, it can live a peaceful life there."

For the rest of my life? !

Jesse gasped, his eyes became even more shocked and frightened.

Those light blue eyes were unprecedentedly gentle: "Don't have too much pity for them, none of the survivors of the evil gods are innocent, and that's why I don't want to touch them at all."

The god seems to be teaching the young with all his heart, gently stroking the top of his head.

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