Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

There is a stone statue of the God of Light in the center of the sanctuary, but no one has ever seen the God of Light.Legend has it that the golden and silver eyes of the God of Light descended into the world along with the light, driving away the darkness and suffering in the world.

So all the gods are carved according to people's imagination.

The blond son is holding the scriptures, his face is as dazzling as the sun, and his blue eyes reflect the gods of the temple. He is not like other believers kneeling in front of the gods and praying devoutly.

He put the scriptures on the steps at will, and walked up the steps barefoot step by step.

Until I completely walked in front of the statue of the adult peak, and looked carefully, the statue in front of me had long hair and a shawl, a majestic posture, lowered eyelids, and looked at the believers below compassionately.

"God? It's just useless."

There was contempt in the blue eyes.

"But you are really like him, with the same long hair, this can be the reason for me to keep you."

"I want you to watch the church fall for yourself, and the light will be abandoned by mankind."

"Light, it's a disgusting thing, just as rotten as this church."

The snake baring its fangs spat out the letter.

【Host, you dare to do something like this when you are still with him. 】

Xiao Jiujiu felt that the villain was very contradictory. While not allowing anyone to move the statue, he humiliated the god behind his back.

Maybe cutting off the hands of the believers was just to make the God of Light lose the mercy in the hearts of the believers, thus adding cruelty to the image of the God of Light.

[Very poisonous. 】

Xiao Jiujiu was speechless.

Ji Miao rested her chin in her hand, with her long golden hair hanging down her waist, she lazily narrowed her glazed eyes, and said with a light smile, "I will make him as humble as the dust, and cry only for the sake of gaining My favorite."

These words spit out from the beautifully shaped lips.

"A believer in God should not have other thoughts."

The arrogance of the gods flowed from the boy's body.

How can humble human beings get their hands on half of the clothes of the gods.

……

The wall lamp gave off a dull light.

After the quill pen finished writing the last letter on the paper, a thunderbolt pierced the sky, and the ink smudged on the paper.

The blue eyes closed and opened again, and the surrounding environment changed.

The index finger of the young god rested on his lips, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a nasty arc: "The punishment begins."

This is his reference to the illusioned content in the myth.

The young holy son is lying and standing in the middle of a pool of deep water, with trees planted in the back row, and the trees are full of various fruits.The Son was so hungry and thirsty that the waves rolled under his chin, and his fiery thirst drove him to touch the water, which flowed away as soon as he touched it.Hunger drove him to pick the fruit from the tree, and when he raised his head, the fruit was swept away by the wind.

Lack of water cracked his glossy lips, hunger weakened his body.

The Holy Son found that he couldn't touch anything, he was surprisingly quiet, and he didn't have the anxiety and madness that ordinary people should have.

"god?"

He opened his mouth.

"Blasphemer, can you plead guilty?"

Majestic and ethereal voices came from all directions.

"It turns out there really is a god."

The Holy Son murmured, some emotions flashed across his blue eyes, gloomy, disdainful, and a bit fanatical.

As soon as the young god heard this, he knew that the villain didn't care about his own desires at all, so what's next.

He snapped his fingers and sent the Holy Son to the lower level of hell. This is not the real hell, but an illusion created by divine power.

There are nine floors in hell, and no one can stay in it for a second, because no one's heart is absolutely clean, and even gods have desires.

But to the disappointment of the young gods, Shengzi didn't look sideways in the face of Yu Wang, and refused to admit the crime. The devil wanted to punish him, but he actually took out a dagger from his pocket and killed the devil on the spot.

That is Miao:? ? ?

[Host, he is your believer, and your powers belong to the light department, so he has a small amount of ability to control the illusion you created with divine power.In addition, he is a villain, and his mind is very comparable to others. 】

Xiao Jiujiu explained that the devil in front of the villain, the girl suddenly disappeared.

They came to a wild forest, and the jackdaws were squawking on the branches.

There is a person lying on the open space, with golden long hair like satin, facial features that can be described by even the most exquisite palace studio, and a warm and comfortable atmosphere exudes from the whole body.

Xiao Jiujiu looked at her host, and then at the people on the ground.

[I'm going, host, you look alike, are these your twins? 】

The young man raised his head reverently: "This is me."

Little Jiujiu:?

This time, the blond Son didn't stop like the previous few floors.

[Host, he is touching you. 】

[I'll go, the host knelt down! 】

【Fuck, host, he bent down and kissed you! 】

Dumb stuff probably doesn't know how harsh it sounds.Then Ji Miao threw the startled Xiao Jiujiu into the small black room.

Xiao Jiujiu: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ are you not allowed to watch the show?

These are nothing but fantasies.

The blond son knew very well that his heart was beating very fast, and he stretched out his white hand, and the warm fingertips touched the face of God wantonly, sliding from the eye socket to his lips, caressing ambiguously, and finally bowed his head and kissed his face. god.

His true god.

Yubai's ears turned red.

He murmured in a low voice: "When I kill the God of Light and replace him, I will resurrect you and make me your only believer."

"And you have only me."

The corner of Shengzi's mouth curled up, joy lingering in his blue eyes.

But the arrogance in God's bones will never allow others to touch him without his consent, even if it is his illusion.

The apotheosis in the phantom turned into light smoke.

The blond son sighed regretfully.

"Dirty human beings, trying to get their hands on the gods, I will destroy your hands and feet, and suffer the fire of hell forever..."

"The God of Light is just a poor creature hiding under the illusion."

The corners of the Son's eyes were tinged with danger.

The young god was hidden in a cloud, and the cloud floated in front of the Holy Son, and he could vaguely see his ankle looming in the cloud.

Clean, with fragile beauty.

"It turns out that there really are gods in the world."

The young holy son looked up at the cloud and smiled, "I just don't know what it's like to kill a god."

The god bound the Son's hands and feet with divine power, and mocked: "Weak human beings."

"No, arrogant God of Light, you are careless."

Suddenly, a ray of light exploded from the body of the Holy Son, splitting the cloud and mist that lingered on the young god.

"From the time you entered my dream, you are the plaything in my palm."

"Thank you so much for letting me see him again."

The end of the eyes of the young saint was rosy, and his eyes, which should have been gentle, were full of evil spirits. His room had always been equipped with some kind of formation, which could detect the gods. This was used by the Holy See to predict the coming of the gods. He changed it.

The blond son walked into the cloud and saw the god sitting on the throne that had been transformed.

He met a pair of silvery-white eyes, and was suddenly dumbfounded. Those eyes were so cold that nothing could enter his eyes, allowing people to find compassion in the indifference. His eyebrows and eyes were obviously extremely beautiful, but they were caught The silver-white pupils were suppressed a little abruptly.

The gods endowed human beings with eyes, so that human beings can glimpse the beauty of the world.

"god……"

The rare blue eyes were filled with blankness.

The proud young man stepped on the Holy Son's shoulder with his god-white feet, and lifted his soft chin with one foot.

The young god leaned lazily on the throne, staring at him with a nasty curve on the corner of his mouth: "Those who see the gods will have their eyes crippled."

As long as he wants to, no one can see him.

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