Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

"His Royal Highness, what do you think of my suggestion?"

The luxuriously dressed middle-aged aristocrat followed behind the young holy son with a humble attitude.

Looking at the silent Son in front, the eyes under the brim of the hat darkened, mixed with contempt.The difference is that there is still a docile and flattering smile on the man's lips.

If it weren't for the fact that the heir to the throne had to be personally recognized by the Holy Son in the temple, a noble count like him would never bow down to someone younger than himself.

He really wants to ascend to the throne, and now he has already secretly won the hearts of the people, and his financial resources and strength are much stronger than those in the high position.It's just a matter of wooing the holy son of the temple. If the holy son of the temple is wise, he will definitely get a lot of benefits by standing on his side.

He felt noble, and was lifted up to the sky by the nobles, but he was forced to bow his head due to the formality, and felt a little humiliated in his heart. He began to complain that those stupid ancestors ceded to the temple of power step by step.

If he could regain his rights from the temple, he wouldn't have to humble himself like a boy younger than him today!Feel insulted.

He was in a daze, twirling his beard unconsciously.

Thinking about the future development of the anti-temple he established among the people, if it is used well, it can also hurt the vitality of the temple.

The man enjoys his wonderful life in the future unlimitedly. In his opinion, the conditions he proposed are very attractive, and even the Pope can't resist the temptation.

It's a pity that he has counted thousands of things, but he didn't count that what Iris longed for was something he didn't even dare to think about.

The golden son suddenly stopped in his tracks, scaring the man into thinking that he had spoken his heart out.

The shadow hit Iris's blue eyes, and the ice-quenching chill slowly emerged.

He is the one who set up the formation in the house. Just now, disgusting species broke into his territory, trying to get involved with his god.

*

"Ow~"

Claren rolled out of the bed in an extremely indecent posture, covering her chest that had been kicked by the god.

Oh, why are beauties so gentle when they kick people?

This kick has already exhausted most of Jimiao's energy, if the dragon strikes again, he may not have the strength to resist.

"Stupid dragon."

The god raised his eyes to look at the ignorant dragon underground, because he was still in the manic stage, he looked a little stupid.

Ji Miao braced his body and stepped on the neck of the dragon, whose mind was full of waste, he couldn't restrain his anger.

He got very close, his silver-white eyes were cold and deep, and the affectionate peach blossom eyes contained a bone-piercing coldness.

Violence and belligerence flowed in the dragon's bones, and such eyes unexpectedly aroused the excitement in the dragon's bones.

Ji Miao felt that the monster under him became more excited, and he used the contract to hurt Claren to death.

"Claren, I ask you now, take me away."

The aloof gods issue orders to the dragon as contractors.Claren was willing to bear it, because the person on her back was really soft and light.

Claren, who was in a manic period, vaguely felt that he should go back to hunt more food and raise the beauty in his heart for nothing.

Then hug the two for three years!

Sensing the idea of ​​contracting a pet, the god lightly closed his eyes, and he couldn't help wondering why he contracted this stupid dragon in the first place.

Because magic species do not belong to gods, the formation in the house was easily broken.

When Ji Miao listened to Xiao Jiujiu's broadcast in her mind, she accidentally discovered that the magic dragon's belief value had increased a lot.

[Hey, because the host, you are the first human who dared to ride their king. 】

Xiao Jiujiu had a great time knocking.

Now that human faith is gradually picking up, even Miao doesn't think about what Iris has done.The faith power of the goblin little old man is easy to get, and it is almost full now, and the faith power of the elves is still less than half. As for the magic dragon, it has just begun to increase.

Ji Miao is not in a hurry, after all, love can be put to good use.The final result, whether it is madness or magic, is not within his consideration.

*

The handsome man looked at the person in front of him who lied to him, his blue eyes darkened.In an instant, the tiny branches covered the blood vessels of the deceiver in front of him, and the sharp branches pierced the human heart, and a bloody rose bloomed from his chest.

The deceiver's pupils trembled violently because of fear, and he watched himself become the fertilizer of flowers.

Thea wants to further punish the ignorant cheater, and the heart faintly conveys to him some long-lost connection.His gloomy eyes lit up instantly, and he finally found his human being.

*

After leaving that room, Ji Miao could feel his divine power slowly recovering.I can't bear the hands of the lsp magic dragon.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little annoyed that the dignity of God was violated.

He decided to punish this dragon who does not distinguish between master and servant!

When the young god just wanted to implement this idea, Claren had already turned into a dragon by instinct.

All the blasts were broken by the magic dragon, opening up an energy value, isolating all the breaths that could make humans uncomfortable, and also cut off the connection, and flew towards his dragon's lair.

West Asia, who was in a hurry and anxious on the ground, tried hard to grasp the weak connection, and did not hesitate to burn the energy of the mother tree.

A few streaks of red blood crept into the blue eyes.But just now, this weak connection disappeared.

His humanity seemed to evaporate in this world.

Xi Ya stopped in her tracks, her blue eyes were a little dazed, as if something was about to fall.

As a mother tree, he has a strong affinity for plants, and the surrounding plants whisper softly to comfort the mother tree that they think is powerful.

"I lost him..." Sia murmured.

He lost his human again, and suddenly he remembered what the bad human said, if he didn't complete the task of the God of Light, the God of Light would blame him.

God of Light?

Thinking that the God of Light will punish his human beings, those soft and beautiful eyes will quietly close and lose their original brilliance.

The breath around the man was a little restless.

"Lord West Asia, you are bleeding..."

"Oh, my lord is bleeding."

……

The plants chattered and exclaimed in immature voices.

Xi Ya raised her hand in confusion, her nails had sunk into her palm, and blood was left along the wound.

The confused West Asia subconsciously avoided another fact that he didn't dare to face, and blamed it all on the gods.

He naively thought that as long as he killed the god, his humans would not have to hide, and he would bring his humans back to the elves.Let those beautiful eyes fill his figure.

Ji Miao opened her eyes, touched her heart with her good-looking fingers, and doubts flashed across her eyes.

Just now he felt something strange in his heart.

Looking at the figure of their king, the eagerly awaited dragons could shed a small river of tears in their hearts.

Their king finally got the hang of it, who knows how many female dragons they stuffed for the king's manic period, and even the desperate dragons started stuffing other species, and Claren, who was so angry that he jumped up and down, didn't give up.

Claren landed slowly on the ground, and Jimiao on his back didn't feel the slightest vibration.

Then the magic dragon turned into a human form, smirking and wanting to hold the sweet god on its back in its arms.

Unexpectedly, he was stepped on by the god who had been on guard for a long time.

100 years of magic dragons who shocked the onlookers: (ΩДΩ)

They knew that their king's partner was fierce, but they didn't expect to be so fierce!

Xiao Jiujiu watched the magic dragon's faith value rise again, with a subtle expression.

The magic dragon has a strong desire to control the partner it recognizes. Claren doesn't like the eyes of too many magic dragons, and angrily drives the magic dragons out of the cave with dragon breath.

Facing the person on the tip of his heart, Claren put away all the sharp thorns, revealing his soft belly, Claren held the corner of the god's clothes eagerly, his eyes were red, and he was a little unconscious in the manic stage: "Oh~ Master , Claren suffers."

Even though most of the manic period was over, it still made Claren's head a little dizzy.

"Uncomfortable?"

The clear and pleasant voice woke Claren a little.

Claren nodded subconsciously.

"Claren, come here."

Jimiao slowed down her voice, it sounded like a lover's murmur, but those silvery white eyes were still very cold.

The dragon obediently took a step forward, pointing his cool finger between his eyebrows, Claren was unprepared, and Ji Miao saw the soul of the dragon.

Sheer cleanliness.

Ji Miao planted magic in the depths of his soul, which can cancel the contract at any time.

After doing this, his figure is somewhat illusory, and it is completely invisible unless you look carefully.

The beautiful god's eyebrows and eyes are a little tired, like a rich flower spreading out.

Before Claren could understand what his beauty had done, his body quickly shrank and fell into the white jade palm.

A pair of small bean eyes stared at the gods.

Even though he knew that the beauty in his eyes was not an ordinary human being, he was still forced to shrink by a powerful force.

Claren met a pair of silver-white eyes, which were heartless and lustless. He shivered a little from the cold, and then his eyes went black.

The young god raised his red lips: "Stupid thing."

After speaking, he threw away the little magic dragon in his hand, and closed his eyes to sleep peacefully.

The surroundings were very quiet, and there were occasional dragon whistles, pushing him into a deeper sleep.

Claren had a sweet dream, he dreamed that the beauty in his heart accepted it, the beauty was so beautiful, his blond hair was wrapped around his ring finger, and the blush from the end of his eyes was carefully held by his lips.

It was as if he had obtained the brightest and largest gemstone in the world, and he felt a little smoky.

Claren rolled off the end of the bed laughing and was thrown awake.

His skin is rough and thick, and he doesn't care about the pain at all. He broke through the magic of the gods that imprisoned his power, and returned to his original form.

Claren saw the slightly pale young man on the bed, with a tall figure kneeling pitifully by the bed, his face buried in the palm of the young god, and the hot air he exhaled warmed from his palm to his face.

He was careful not to disturb the person on the bed.

Claren has never been so eager for a person, wishing to take out his heart and all his treasures, abandoning the arrogance of the dragon, and begging the person to lock his neck with a chain in a humble gesture, so that he can become a master. dragon.

He is really blank about love and privateness in bed, his head is a little dizzy, and he vaguely remembers that he eavesdropped on human beings when he was pretending to be human.

Well, when will his beauty accept him.

When will you hold two for three years.

The author has something to say:

All the Demonic Dragons (shaking shoulders + heart-piercing lungs): Wang, you should be sober, you are public!