Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

The dragons didn't have time to say anything, their manic king had a fierce face, and carefully brought the beauty in front of him into his arms with his strong arms.

The scorching and huge fireball came oncoming, and the dragons had no time to dodge, and they were so burned that they jumped.

Then they saw their king put a magic barrier over the mouth of the cave, so that they could no longer see inside.

All the Dragons: It always feels like the king doesn't want any dragons to see his beauty.

Claren buried his head into the god's neck and murmured, "Mine."

Possessiveness flows in the bones of the magic dragon. Even because of the chaotic thinking during the manic period, subconsciously, he still doesn't want anyone to touch him.

Unable to vent the tyranny, Claren groaned in pain, looked at the human in front of him with red eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Oh, Claren is uncomfortable."

He subconsciously felt that the human beings in front of him could solve it.

The god lowered his eyes and glanced at the stupid dragon in his arms. His silver-white eyes were no longer indifferent as before, and the ends of his eyes were gradually stained with reddish color, just like peach blossoms blooming in the spring scenery. His soft lips curled up viciously: "Wait a minute It won't hurt anymore."

Xiao Jiujiu was so excited, she took out the melon seeds, looking forward to the Great Harmony Movement of Life in front of her.

The god's finger was on the forehead of the dragon.

In the next second, the black-skinned man immediately turned into a giant dragon.

Xiao Jiujiu scattered melon seeds all over the ground: Human... Human and beast? !Ah no, God... divine beast?

Because of the pain, the dragon whistle resounded through the valley, making Ji Miao impatient: "Shut up."

The magic dragon obediently closed its mouth.

"Get down."

Ji Miao continued to convey the next order.

Although unconscious, Claren complied subconsciously.

The god used divine power to step on the back of the magic dragon and sit down with his bare feet.

The huge figure rushed out of the dragon lair and disappeared in the clouds.

Looking at the host sitting leisurely on the dragon's back, Xiao Jiujiu couldn't help it: [What is the host doing. 】

『Let the stupid dragon vent his excess energy. 』

Little Jiujiu:?

Claren was very restless, and his huge body was struggling in pain and mania.

The pitch-black scales shone with a piercing luster in the sunlight.

Then Claren was forced to fly in the sky for three days and two nights, almost flying one-third of the Western Fantasy continent, and his mania did not abate in the slightest.

Even if it was painful, Claren would subconsciously not turn over and flick his tail.

Ji Miao was a little confused: "Or should I find a female dragon to vent to him?"

Without waiting for this kind of thought to be generated and acted out, the magic dragon spread its pitch-black wings and fell straight down.

Ji Miao reacted and was about to unleash his divine power. In mid-air, the giant dragon suddenly turned into a human form, with only its wings remaining, and hugged the young god into his arms and murmured: "Don't..."

The two fell straight into the lake.

Starlight floats on the surface of the river, pleated and shining.

Ji Miao climbed ashore from the lake, the water drops sank into the robe along the seductive texture, the clothes were soaked and stuck to the skin tightly, some things were looming, the silvery white eyes contained a slight anger, diluting It made the deserted, and added charm.

It seems that the gods have fallen into the world, and the secular world has touched the holiness.

The imaginative lips pursed, then opened, and spat out fiercely: "Stupid dragon."

A divine power hit, scattered the water vapor in the air, and dried the whole body.

Claren climbed onto the shore ignorantly, but was kicked down by the wicked and angry god.

"I suddenly want to eat dragon meat. 』

Ji Miao said expressionlessly.

After a few times, the demon dragon's not so clear-headed consciousness became clearer, he didn't understand why his humans didn't let him go ashore, and looked at the god pitifully with his blue eyes.

"Owner……"

Ji Miao stepped on the face of the magic dragon, trying to kick the magic dragon down again, but the magic dragon seemed to have expected it, and pulled the god's foot to fall into the lake again.

This time, Claren was obviously prepared. Under water, he bound the god with his hands and feet, and hugged him contentedly. The manic period expanded his desire, and the exclusiveness flowing in his blood was activated again.

He lowered his head and burned countless kisses on his neck.

"I've changed my mind, let this damn dragon meet me in the sky." 』

Ji Miao broke free from the shackles and grabbed Claren's neck.

The silver-white eyes were shockingly indifferent.

Xiao Jiujiu panicked, oh, how could they complete the story of the gods without the magic dragon's belief value.

It kept persuading Ji Miao, but unexpectedly its host didn't listen at all.

Xiao Jiujiu was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the belief value belonging to human beings in the task bar that had been declining.

The body of the god also became more and more insignificant, when Claren felt out of breath.

Ji Miao was sucked back by a force, together with the magic dragon he contracted, turned into a palm-sized little magic dragon, lying weakly in the palm of his hand.

*

The holy son in white knelt in front of the god statue. He didn't know how long he knelt and begged the gods to forgive him, but his god still didn't show up, and the time he left this time was longer than any other time.

He went from joy at the beginning to panic, and finally fell into darkness, because the person he cares about is a god, how can a mortal grasp the god.

As long as the god wants people to find it, he will find it no matter what.

He can't grasp God, God is too ethereal.

When he thinks that the indifferent eyes of the gods will be imprinted with other people's figures, he will be crazy about this idea; when he thinks that the god he cares about will eventually leave him, and even bestow blessings on others, his heart is like Soaked in bitter water, clamoring for jealousy.

He began to pray to the gods for forgiveness, only to see the gods, but the gods did not come.

He piously called out to the gods, humbled to the extreme, and the room was still empty.

If he could not see God for a day, he would be terrified all day long.

Why can't the gods be by his side all the time.

Paranoid and dark emotions accumulated in his chest.

His god is like the sand in his hand, the fog in the forest, he can't hold it, he can't keep it, if only he can keep it.

He was stunned, he had this thought countless times, but he never wanted it as much as he did now, so eager that his bones were crushed, and even the marrow was still imprinted.

Crazy thoughts overwhelmed him, and Iris's beautiful blue eyes were full of red blood.

He went to the library to find the forbidden magic book.

The Holy Son of the God of Light has outstanding talents, otherwise he would not have become the Holy Son and controlled the Pope.

Once he seriously thinks about doing something, he will soon have an answer.

It was difficult for the shallow sunlight to reach the basement library of the sanctuary. The blue eyes of the young holy son lost their light and looked dull. His tongue was pressed against his lower lip, and his pale and peeling lips were soon wet and smudged.

He discovered the secret of the gods.

*

This time, Ji Miao did not return to the statue, but fell into the soft velvet quilt.

Claren had long been unconscious, slipped from his master's hands and fell to the ground, and rolled under the bed.

The long blond hair with warm luster spread out on the mattress, and the god's silver-white eyes were stained with a little bit of confusion, and there was emotion in the usually indifferent eyes, which almost dragged and lured the culprit to commit crimes.

He couldn't help it, and took a sip.

Some cold, but very sweet.

Iris carefully clasped the hands hanging by the bed.

The blue eyes were clear, and they were bent, not caring about the hair being pulled, and holding a strand of long hair scattered on the bed.

"God, you can't escape."

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