To survive [Quick Transmigration]

In any case, reunion after a long absence is always extraordinarily joyful. Even if he is treated as a child and carried on his shoulders, Mo Zhaoyuan's mood is still mostly joyful.

Of course—forget being carried on the shoulders or something.

"Let me down." Mo Zhaoyuan frowned, and gently pulled Minghe's hair.Although it was in an orderly tone, unexpectedly there was not much danger.

Minghe naturally obeyed obediently.The demon youth has an aggressive and handsome face, which seems to have nothing to do with "obedient" or "docile".However, when facing Mo Zhaoyuan, he was indeed obedient and obedient, like a ferocious beast that restrains its ferociousness when facing its master.

"Your Majesty." Ming He pursed his lips, and asked a little puzzled, "How can you make Your Majesty happier?"

"I'm not unhappy. It's better to say that I'm actually in a good mood—" Mo Zhaoyuan felt a little helpless. Before Minghe mentioned it, he hadn't paid attention to the height of the two of them at all. It’s not easy to see Xiaohe, so it’s a little too unpleasant to talk about, isn’t it?”

"Speaking of which," Mo Zhaoyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm so surprised, Xiaohe didn't come to me all this time. Did you get caught by something?"

In the past, Mo Zhaoyuan probably would not have said such straightforward words.

He was not a herd animal in the first place, and the way of living that required the company of others to survive had never been related to him.But because of the cognition that "this soul will always be by my side", after using Minghe as an "anchor", Minghe's existence becomes different.

I can't say what kind of relationship it is, but for my belongings, I will subconsciously think that I should stay with myself and put myself as the top priority!

"I don't know why I was regarded as the holy son of the temple when I manifested. Later, because I was found to have the talent of holy power, I was always assigned to fight." Minghe didn't apologize immediately, but explained in a flat tone. .

"In the beginning, I felt my lord at the castle of the Duke of Seves, so I was worried that my lord would become a blood race." Minghe paused for a while, "In order to avoid being asked by the temple to attack my lord with a weapon." Looking at each other, I thought I should avoid it first, and then meet with Your Majesty after mastering the temple."

Wow, do you want to control the temple as a demon?

"It's so interesting." Mo Zhaoyuan couldn't help laughing, his mood became better, and he took Minghe's hand and shook it lightly, "So, it's a good thing I'm human, otherwise the temple But it will be invaded by darkness, that would be bad."

Minghe didn't speak.

Even if the memory of the past is lost, the subconscious mind still exists. This kind of behavior of "holding hands" has never happened between His Majesty and him.

seems a bit too intimate

but

The demon youth's ears were hot, and he couldn't help but clenched the human youth's hand.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and his slender and thick eyelashes covered the shimmering wisteria color: "After all, I can't face Your Majesty."

The thought of possibly becoming an enemy with His Highness—no, I can't even think about it.

Therefore, if His Majesty becomes a blood clan, he, who is regarded as a holy son, can only bring the entire temple to belong to the blood clan.

Knowing Minghe's unfinished intentions, Mo Zhaoyuan suddenly had a feeling of "I saved the world".

Ah, it can't be said like this, he was originally a little angel of justice, and he is also on the long road to save mankind at this time.

Speaking of saving mankind, Mo Zhaoyuan suddenly thought of the child of luck in this world.

It seems to be called Oscar or Osborne

"By the way, is there a paladin named Oosos in the temple?" Mo Zhaoyuan asked.

"One of the paladins is called Osborn, is this the person His Majesty wants to find?" Ming He answered Mo Zhaoyuan's question, but at the same time couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty is looking for him. What's the matter? Is it someone your Majesty knows?"

As he asked, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have talked too much.

"Ah, I didn't want to—" Minghe pursed his lips, "I'm sorry."

Mo Zhaoyuan found that his little demons seemed to like to purse their lips very much, and they always felt that even the original light lip color became rosy when they pursed too much.And I always feel that Minghe, who has no memory, seems to be a little bit, um, too soft and cute compared to the number one demon under the command of the Demon Lord?

"It's not someone important, I can't even remember his name." Thinking that Minghe lost his memory because of himself, Mo Zhaoyuan couldn't help being gentler when he treated Minghe, "Yes The original son of luck in this world, um, was supposed to lead the temple to defeat the vampires and werewolves and save mankind."

"So His Majesty's mission is to save mankind?" Ming He asked.

"Well, I'm still a little angel of justice in this world!" Mo Zhaoyuan winked at Minghe, because the boy's slightly immature face seemed a bit playful.

so cute.Minghe thought silently in his heart, but on the surface he held Mo Zhaoyuan's hand very calmly, nodded calmly and reliably: "I will assist Your Majesty."

Mo Zhaoyuan realized that Minghe had become accustomed to using "I" instead of "subordinate" when facing himself.

It's not clear whether this change is good or bad, but Mo Zhaoyuan just doesn't care.

After reminiscing about the past, Mo Zhaoyuan decided to go back to the holy hall with Minghe.

After asking whether An Qiluo existed and getting an affirmative answer, Mo Zhaoyuan kind of wanted to see this son of God who betrayed the temple and was with Seves and destroyed the hope of mankind. Ben's traveler.

Well, now, An Qiluo and Minghe are both called holy sons, because Minghe has the talent of holy power and An Qiluo doesn't have anything to do with it. An Qiluo's status in the temple is far inferior to that of Minghe, and even worse. In the last plot, I haven't touched a series of important tasks of the temple for the time being.

In addition, Angelo seems to regard the Minghe who appeared with him as another time traveler, and is unilaterally hostile to Minghe.

Mo Zhaoyuan really wanted to know what kind of person it was that could calmly and rationally choose the hostile traverser in front of the pretty face and good figure of the little demons.

Of course Minghe had no objection.Unlike Mo Zhaoyuan who had been walking on foot before, the temple is still a faction after all, and Minghe, the son of the saint, travels in a carriage.Thanks to the little demons, Mo Zhaoyuan finally got rid of the role of ascetic.

The location of the main hall of the temple is not far from the castle of Seves.It is said that the builders of the temple made up their minds to "resist blood races and protect human beings", which is why the main hall is adjacent to the strongest blood race, Duke Seves of blood races.

That is to say, Mo Zhaoyuan left Sevis's territory after walking for several months, went around and returned to this neighborhood again.

Although there was a feeling of "going around in a big circle", but after all, the little demons were picked up, and that little trouble was nothing.

"Finally back?" Mo Zhaoyuan followed Minghe back to the residence of "His Royal Highness the Holy Son". Before entering the hall, he heard a young man's slightly mocking voice, "It's really slow!"

Mo Zhaoyuan raised his eyes and saw that the boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a delicate and lovely face and a tall and slender figure.Like Paferi, he has the classic blond hair and blue eyes, but he is a little more holy because he is wearing a white embroidered gold robe in the temple.

Apart from Minghe, the only person who can appear in the residence of His Highness the Holy Son and dress so luxuriously is An Qiluo, who is also the Holy Son?

But looking at him like this, it doesn't seem like pure hostility.

"Who is that?" Before Mo Zhaoyuan could speak, An Qiluo took the lead to ask.

His eyes fell on Mo Zhaoyuan who was led by Minghe, and his expression was clearly displeased.

what.

Mo Zhaoyuan sneered softly in his heart.

This is "hostility". What happened just now is the so-called "happy enemies", right?

It turned out that he fell in love with the little demons, and thought he was some kind of calm and rational traveler, but it turned out to be nothing more than that.

There was a displeasure in his heart that his belongings were being coveted, Mo Zhaoyuan frowned slightly, and the hand held by Ming He couldn't help but tighten.

Minghe glanced at Mo Zhaoyuan with some doubts, the young people of the Demon Race are not good at feelings, or it should be described as "very slow".But even though he didn't understand why His Majesty suddenly seemed unhappy, he really realized the fact that "An Qiluo's words made His Majesty unhappy".

"It has nothing to do with you." He looked at An Qiluo with unfriendly eyes, and his voice was as cold as an iceberg buried in the deep sea.

"What!" An Qiluo was obviously very angry, and he gave Mo Zhaoyuan a hard look, "Don't just bring anyone here, maybe it's a blood race! I think it's better to hand over the Will the elders check it out?"

"It's going too far to say that." Mo Zhaoyuan smiled softly, "I'm a genuine human being—even if His Royal Highness An Qiluo casually gives someone a name of a blood race. Is it too much?"

"Am I wrong?!" An Qiluo didn't expect Mo Zhaoyuan to dare to refute him. The life of being revered as the Son of God for the past few months made his character inevitably tainted with a little arrogance, "You originally It’s just an unknown person, I’m obviously just skeptical! But you, are you so aggressive, do you have a guilty conscience?”

Mo Zhaoyuan felt helpless.

It's probably not me who is aggressive, right?But guilty conscience or something, it is quite self-aware.

"Don't worry about him." Ming He took Mo Zhaoyuan and passed An Qiluo directly, "I will protect Mr. Zun, Mr. Don't worry."

"Ah, I'm very happy when you say that." Mo Zhaoyuan, who was called "Sir" despite his childish appearance, sighed very "old-fashioned", "But I'm not young either. Crane is as weak as he imagined, after all."

After all, he can be regarded as a person who can directly attack blood clans!

As Mo Zhaoyuan said this, his eyes turned to An Qiluo inadvertently.

I don't know how many hits are enough for this time traveler known as the Holy Son?

Ah, did you say something strange?He clearly promised to be a little angel of justice, so let him go for now~