Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

A pale green hazy light emerged from the palm of the man, touched the trunk of the mother tree, followed the texture of the tree, spread out in the crown of the tree, and propped up a circle with a radius of 20 meters.

The vines retracted at a slow speed, reluctant to leave like a human being. When the last vine left the skin of the god, the tip of the vine began to grow until it grew into a three-color flower. The round flower head was swaying, with a flattering taste.

The man was a little surprised. His body instinctively liked the human in front of him. He quickly scanned the human in front of him, and his eyes paused on the reddish wrist of the human: "It likes you very much."

The proud god's dignity was violated, and because of his anger, a thin blush bloomed in the corners of his eyes, like a blooming flower, weakening his cold temperament, and his brows and eyes were full of color.

The originally ordinary face became a little sharp.

The neck was grabbed suddenly, the man obviously didn't feel any discomfort with this force, he whispered: "Sorry."

Indifference and danger accumulated in the silver-white eyes.

He also lost contact with the idol, and it seemed that this barrier separated him from the idol.

"what is your purpose."

The breeze blew up the broken hair on the young god's forehead, and kissed the corners of his eyes.

"Without purpose, it feels like, you can't leave here."

The man was confused for a while.

The young god rarely showed his face, with a vicious voice: "You like me."

"Like what?"

Jimiao: ...I can't talk today...

『Stupid thing, is there a way to escape? 』

【No, host, unless you cut down the mother tree. 】

Xiao Jiujiu ate melon seeds, and the more she ate, the more fun she got. Since she got points, her mother no longer had to worry about running out of melon seeds.

Ji Miao sneered: "What's the use of you." 』

The next second after finishing speaking, Xiao Jiujiu found that the melon seeds in his hand were gone: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┴─┴

The man didn't hear the human's answer for a long time, and asked again: "What is like?"

The young god leaned forward until he was face to face with the man, so close that their breaths became entangled.

The man's heart beat slightly faster.

He pointed to his heart expressionlessly, his blue eyes were a little confused: "It's very strange here."

After speaking, afraid that the other party would not believe it, he tried his best to pull off his clothes, and opened his pale chest due to the lack of light.

Put your partner's hand on your heart.

Ji Miao felt something piercing under her palm: "..."

Ji Miao couldn't help but let go of her hand.

"Mother tree, there is an elf in our elves... ahh, you humble..."

Seeing this scene, the patriarch of the elves who came to look for the mother tree jumped anxiously. He screamed like someone had stolen his things, and his folds were about to fly.

The man's fingers moved slightly, he didn't know why, he didn't like to hear any comments about the human beings in front of him from other people's mouths.

He pulled out the flower and stuffed it into the young god's hand. After hesitating for a moment, he used a new word: "Be good, I'll come later."

After the man left, Xiao Jiujiu was excited, and it had a chance to take revenge.

[Fuck, host, the thing in your hand is the token of the mother tree, commonly known as the hymn of love, it will bloom only when the mother tree recognizes it. 】

Ji Miao wanted to throw it away, but found that the flower seemed to be sticking to his hand, and his fingertips shimmered. Unexpectedly, the flower melted into the palm of his hand as soon as he touched the divine power.

[Congratulations to the host and the mother tree for signing the marriage contract. 】

Originally, the three-color flower needs to be accepted by the other party to integrate into the body and establish a connection with the mother tree. As a result, the three-color flower is very sensitive to divine power.

Xiao Jiujiu took pleasure in other's misfortune, but her eyes went dark: ...

The man was talking to the patriarch of the good elves, and his heart felt hot, sensing the position of the human, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

This smile made the patriarch feel like he was beating chicken blood. God knows, the mother tree has never smiled since it turned into a human.

The patriarch blushed, thinking it was his affirmation, and continued: "That elf seems to have been attacked by black magic, but it doesn't matter, I have blocked the black magic..."

The man didn't listen to the elf patriarch's words seriously at all, his mind flew far away, and finally gave the patriarch the sap of the mother tree.

His humans accepted him.

……

The spacious and bright hall was crowded with believers. On the high seat sat the pope in gorgeous clothes, and beside him was the holy son in white robes.

The pope preached about the God of Light, and the aristocratic believers in the audience were so excited by the speech that their faces turned red.

Iris seemed absent-minded, tapping his fingers on his knees, the Pope was a little nervous, and looked at Iris from the corner of his eye.

The world does not know that the pope has long been the puppet of the Son.

Suddenly, the pope saw a little black on the son's leg.He was taken aback, he knew how much this demon hated other people's touch.

Claren held his head high, met his blue eyes, and opened his small mouth majesticly, revealing his sharp teeth.

God knows that when he opened his eyes, the beauty he saw was gone!

Ow, touched his tail and lost him, irresponsible human QvQ.

Iris stretched out his finger, and Claren bit him to vent his anger.

Unexpectedly, it caused the blond son to chuckle, which made the pope break out in a cold sweat and stumble in his speech.

Until Iris grabbed the little dragon by the neck and left under the eyes of everyone, the Pope was relieved when he saw the devil go away.

"Dragon?"

Iris raised the little dragon to his eyes.

Claren: Ooooh, shameless human.

"How did you meet him?"

His blue eyes narrowed, mingled with danger.

Claren: Whoa, whoa, what business.

"Stupid monster."

With a poisonous tongue sticking out the letter, showing sharp teeth: "I'll give you another chance."

The little dragon struggled, held its breath, and exhaled a mouthful of dragon breath. Iris was caught off guard and instinctively unfolded light magic.

The fist-sized fireball went straight to the door.

Claren took this opportunity to bite Iris' thumb, let go, and quickly crawled into the back garden.

Iris's blue eyes flashed darkly, and he didn't care about the bleeding from the wound.

What he cared about was where his god knew this thing, why he brought him back, and where he went.

He found that his god was not in the statue a lot of the time, as if he was going to do something.

When he thought that in places he couldn't see, there might be many species seeing his god and having the same thoughts as him, he was so jealous that he went crazy.

He covered his eyes with his hands, the blood dripping on his pale skin like a stained chaste lily.

What should I do with you.

my god.

……

Miao has been trapped around the mother tree for three days, and the man ordered the elves to collect fresh dew and sweet fruits every day.

The young god seems to be quite used to it, leaning against the tree trunk, closing his eyes, bathed in the whirling leaves, his figure looks a bit illusory.

The idols directly provide belief for the gods and maintain their bodies for the gods. Now that the connection is cut off, the supply is naturally lost.

The man cautiously stepped forward, holding the young god's hand: "Give me a name."

Once you name someone else, the two will have a connection, although they already have a connection now, the man doesn't mind the deeper connection between the two.

"Also, what's your name?"

The proud god is naturally reluctant to tell others his name.

"I can make the elves no longer believe in the God of Light."

"Are you threatening me?"

The young god opened his eyes, and his silver-white pupils were cold.

"I just want you to talk to me."

The man speaks very plainly.

"Why don't we make a condition." The young god's voice was very slow.

"I have a mission, if you trap me for too long, my form will dissipate."

"This is the curse of the God of Light."

Ji Miao blamed herself without hesitation.

Only then did the man panic and see the person beside him, his fingers were a little illusory.

But still stubbornly said: "No."

His horrific instinct told him that he would regret it once they were gone.

"Sia."

The young god said casually: "Your name."

This is also the name of the mother tree in the original world.

Before the man could be ecstatic, the next second the young god's words drove him into the abyss.

"Like is a matter between two people, and you..."

"It's not worthy of liking at all."

The young god stood up and looked down at the man from above, with the arrogance of a god, and evil appeared in his eyes.

"Sia, you like me."

The god's tone was very firm, he stepped on Xi Ya's chest, and smiled arrogantly: "Your heart beats very fast."

"This is what you like? Just watch me dissipate."

In an instant, West Asia's face became extremely pale, and the mother tree behind her dropped many leaves, which fell on the ground and became dry and yellow.

Xi Ya knew that what the boy said was true, and he tried to inject the life breath of the mother tree into the boy's body, but it didn't help.

The elves sensed it instantly, and their expressions changed.

Ji Miao squeezed Xi'an's chin, eyes slightly bent, and said bewitchingly, "Does Xia want to save me?"

Shia nodded unconsciously.

"Then let me go."

Afterwards, the young god showed his face, his eyes were a bit vile: "If you are worried, you can go to the human world with me."

Then dump you.

The elves rushed to the mother tree and found that the mother tree was gone!Just leave an empty shell of the tree in place.

All the elves:! ! !

Xiao Jiujiu watched them magically from being imprisoned to being released: This is all right, this mother tree is too simple!

The young god's eyebrows were wanton, and his silver-white eyes were bent, revealing his good mood: "Little Jiujiu, prepare to escape. 』

Imprisoning the gods will be punished.

When they left, Ji Miao blocked the road connecting the elves by the way.

The two listened to stories told by a wandering poet in a lively market.

Xi Ya glanced at the performance of the gypsy girl and the lamb, and when she turned her head, the young god had disappeared.

West Asia's blue eyes leaked confusion: "Is this what humans call deception?"

"It's okay, maybe you got lost, Sia will take you home."

After all, they made a contract.

……

That is, liar Miao returned to the statue, and devout believers knelt under the statue.

He checked the belief value of human beings and found that the recent belief value not only did not rise but fell a little.

"Iris, you didn't do well."

The god's voice was a little displeased.

"God, where have you been?"

The eye sockets of the young holy son were red.

Ji Miao wants to see what tricks the little poisonous snake is playing.

"God, Iris seems to be sick."

The young Saint Son murmured.

Otherwise, how could there be blasphemous thoughts.

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