Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

It seems that this relationship is hidden too deep, too secretive.

And Chaos was too calm.

With all his doubts and vigilance, the Demon King guarded his heart tightly so that no one could pry into it.

He opened his eyes, the pale golden pupils were brewing with a dead air due to blindness, it seemed that even the light couldn't shine through their clear appearance.

Facing the direction of Chaos, he shook his head slightly, slowly and firmly: "No."

I have only known each other for more than a month, so how can I invite someone to be my wife casually?It is still such an important position as the Queen of God.

God knows that you, a chaotic god, married several god queens before, and if they were killed just like Blue Beard to get some benefits from their wives, wouldn't I be at a big loss?

"I am willing to be your subordinate for your use, but I don't want to be your queen."

"why?"

"I do not deserve."

Also unwilling.

The reason why God is called "God" always has the necessary reason for its existence.No matter how weak the god is, he still has the functions he possesses.

God needs the belief of believers to exist, and the strength of belief determines whether the power of the god is strong or not.

Subsequently, the god also needs to give back to his believers, and the spiritual power required is very large and complicated.

No matter how powerful human beings are, they are still only human beings after all.

Can not shine with the sun and the moon, can not compete with time.

If there is not enough faith to support it, once a mere human being steps into a position related to "God", he will die because he cannot bear that huge power.

These are common sense.

But Chaos doesn't know.

The beautiful and soft laurel swayed slightly under the wisteria flowers, and the light and shadow shone like stardust in the bushes.The dark fragrance floats and is blown away by the thin breeze.

Chaos looked at the young man's indifferent face, and felt a prick in his heart.

It's a bit uncomfortable.

It was an emotion he had never felt before.

【How can you refuse me? 】

He frowned thinking.

【How dare you reject me? 】

He is probably used to being a god, and he has been served and respected since a long time ago.No one will disobey him, and no one dares to refuse him.

The high gods take pity on you and give you supreme honor.

Shouldn't you kneel down and express your gratitude?

Shouldn't one take off one's clothes and wait for the blessing of the gods?

Chaos thought almost indifferently.

You should "beg" me to kiss your brow and eyes.

But another voice kept telling him to restrain him.Let him not do this, let him carefully guard the boy in front of him, and don't make the boy sad.

OK then.

As a benevolent god, he didn't care whether the young man showed a begging attitude or not.

【I don't need you to kneel down. 】

[I will automatically give you divine grace. 】

The wind seemed to be stronger, and countless wisteria flowers fell down in the direction of the wind, dancing in the light like elves.

Large tracts of purple petals concealed the figures of the two under the laurel tree, and the tall branches covered the constantly shaking light spots, as if they wanted to block the peeping of the light.

The deacon who arrived late was holding a transparent and crystal clear porcelain plate, on which were placed some ice cubes emitting air-conditioning.

A soft towel was gently draped over his left arm, which was shaking slightly as he walked.

When he was approaching the wisteria flower area, the deacon stopped and raised his head slightly. The expression on his face was hard to see because of the refraction of light in his glasses.

In addition to the slight wind and the rustling of swaying leaves, there are other sounds in the overly mild environment.

It was whimpering.

Jerusa looked at the ice in his hand with some regret.

The ice cubes seemed a little extra.

When the god came out with the fainted boy in his arms, the ice cubes had almost melted, and the deacon's hands were wetted by the oozing water drops, which were falling one by one.

Chaos casually wore a loose robe, the loose white robe was wrapped by a dark gold belt, revealing his strong chest, and a fancy and complicated necklace around his neck, dotted with dark golden gemstones On, it looks extraordinarily mysterious.

The long hair like a crow's feather was tied up casually, and the rest of the excess hair slid from the corner of his forehead to the hollow of his shoulders, and fell obediently behind him.

The boy he was holding was wrapped in a thick cloak, not even a strand of silver hair could be seen.

Only a pair of delicate white feet were exposed, and there was a very light tooth mark on the ankle.

"I can probably understand why Zero at the time was angry because I watched it for half a month."

Jerusa lowered his head slightly and did not speak.

"I'll cut off your ears the next time you dare stand near and listen to his voice."

Jerusa immediately knelt down and said respectfully, "Yes."

Chaos gathered the slightly loose cloak on the young man, and left leisurely.

The fingers soaked by the cold water were a little stiff, but the deacon didn't care.

He stood up, poured the remaining water in the disk on the ground, and then walked slowly into the depths of the wisteria flower.

Some clothes were scattered on the ground in a mess, and some of the smaller flowers next to them were so heavy that they couldn't lift up, and the faint smell gradually disappeared in the fragrance of the flowers.

Jerusa knelt down and carefully sorted out the scattered robes, and put them aside neatly.

When he touched the inner robe on the boy's body, he paused slightly, imperceptibly, and continued to fold it as if nothing had happened.