Counseling [Quick Transmigration]

After the reputation of God's favorite spread, Du Yunting was always in charge of the prayers in the church.At the beginning, people who came to pray filled the cathedral, which is famous for its spaciousness, and even the gate was full of people who wanted to see the true face of Father Tris; but after a few days, more and more people came. Less, gradually not coming much.

Du Yunting was surprised that the Pope also came to him at this time, and gently advised his adopted son that in his capacity, he no longer needs to be responsible for such trivial matters as daily prayers.

The priest looked a little puzzled.His light golden eyelashes drooped, and he asked, "Why?"

The pope couldn't explain it to him.

In fact, it's not the priest's problem, but God's problem—those who saw Father Triss with their own eyes will more or less feel their eyes sting.People who have seen too much or have other ideas in their hearts may even go blind on the spot.

The news did not spread, and after he heard about it, he had no choice but to order the people not to come here for the time being.He paused slightly, and said to Yizi: "My child, you have more important things to do. Serving God is the duty of every believer."

Du Yunting was a little puzzled.He raised his eyes, looked at the Pope, and finally agreed.

"Yes."

The pope breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, it was an old priest who led the people to pray.The number of people in the church gradually increased, filling the hall little by little.

Du Yunting was hit hard.He stood on the high attic, watching the scene where the common people filed in, and touched his face.

[Little Six,] he said suspiciously, [I'm disfigured? 】

When 7777 heard that his face was disfigured, he felt secretly happy.However, it carefully looked and looked, but couldn't find any blemishes on that fair and smooth face, so it could only say: 【No. 】

His voice was full of disappointment.

Du Yunting didn't bother to argue with it about its gloating, and it became more and more inexplicable.

【Then why...】

It shouldn't, it doesn't make sense.

In this kind of world that depends on his face to eat, shouldn't his face kill the world?Why is it like a door god now, where to put it, no one dares to come?

7777 thought for a while, then said pertinently: 【Afraid by your waves? 】

【…】

[Nonsense,] Du Yunting corrected it lovingly, [How can it be called a wave, it's an expression of love. 】

7777 almost took a mouthful of expired data down his throat.

Every month, the church will hold a grand mass.The royal family will also be there in person, and the hottest dignitaries in the kingdom stand together, bowing their heads to the statue in front of them in trepidation.

The little attendants who have just arrived are making preparations.He is not very old, just an ordinary beta with a few faint spots on his face.When he was walking forward with the holy water basin carefully, he accidentally slipped his foot, and the whole basin of holy water was splashed on the ground.

After all, he was too young, and he had never experienced anything before. Watching himself smashing the work at hand, his legs gave way in fright, and he knelt down on the ground, shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind.The leader's face was also livid, and he said, "What should we do?"

The little attendant's shoulders shook, and he hardly cried out.He also used his hand to drink the holy water, trying to pour it back into the basin, but was sternly reprimanded by the leader, and then he gave up trembling.

"This is a serious crime!" The leader reprimanded, trembling slightly because of fear, "You spilled the holy water that is about to be used."

With a creak, the small door on the side of the church was pushed open.The little attendant knelt on the ground, not daring to lift his head, but kept chanting prayers to ask God the Father for forgiveness.He slowly caught a glimpse of the lower corners of the approaching robes, and they rolled up like a small black spray following the movement of the person coming.

"What happened?"

asked in a gentle voice.The sound was smooth and elegant, as if it was played by some musical instrument, and it swirled slightly in the cathedral.

He heard the attendants around him gasp, retreated to the sides, bent down, "Father Tris..."

Father Tris? !

The little attendant jumped in his heart, raised his head quietly, and looked at the priest's face from bottom to top.

This name is almost a legend in the folk.He is a well-deserved favorite of God, and on his birthday, God even appeared in person and gave him a laurel crown inlaid with gems—that scene is always talked about by people.

He had never seen this man in person.He raised his head slightly, but met Father Tris's downcast eyes.

The little attendant was startled, but he didn't move away, he just stared blankly at those green eyes.

That, those were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.He hasn't seen many omegas, and he doesn't know if the aroma of all omegas is so intoxicating, and he doesn't know if the eyes of all omegas are so charming - but at that moment, he seemed to be caught by those eyes. Something soothed the emotions, and even the heart and soul floated up and swung past.

He was tongue-tied, and the old attendant who had been serving in the church for a long time beside him had seen Father Triss a lot, so he didn't seem to lose his composure like this.The priest asked them, "What's the matter?"

"My lord, this child—" the old attendant nodded to the young man who was still kneeling on the ground in a daze, "he knocked over the holy water..."

The little servant didn't respond.His eyes followed the priest, as if plants and trees followed the sun unconsciously.

Father Tris also saw water marks on the ground.

"It's okay." He smiled slightly and said gently, "Just wipe the floor clean. Let him get up."

The old attendant hesitated, "But if the Lord blames..."

"The Lord never takes the blame for such a small thing."

Father Tris said indifferently, then passed through them and walked straight towards the statue.He held the cross tightly, made a prayer gesture on his chest, and slowly bent down.

Those who had served in the church for a long time knew that the priest was looking for God the Father.He hurriedly picked up the stunned head on the ground, wiped the ground clean a few times in a hurry, and then dragged people out.The new attendant was stunned and kept looking back. The old attendant tugged at him and warned in a low voice, "Don't look. That's not someone you can look at."

"Father Tris..." the servant said in a low voice, "Why is there alone?"

The old attendant said sharply: "This is not something you should worry about. Remember, if you want to live well, don't look at Father Triss too much—that is God's darling. How can we mere mortals look directly at him?"

The little attendant didn't believe it, "That lord seems to have a good temper."

"My lord has a good temper," said the old attendant, "but—"

He swallowed the following words, shook his head alone, and walked outside.The little attendant was still reluctant to part with him, so he leaned over and watched the church quietly through the crack of the door.The church gradually became brighter with snow-white light, and then figures shrouded in the holy light emerged one after another. He stretched out his hand and helped the priest on the ground up.

"My Father God..."

"Come here, my boy."

God has placed the priest on His lap.He hugged the little believer, like a young noble lady hugging her beloved doll.His hand stroked the priest's long blond hair, and he rubbed the priest's red lips.

The black robe symbolizing holiness was ripped apart, the little attendant's heart was pounding, and he could smell the sweet and fragrant breath.The smell was heavier than what he had smelled on Father Triss before, perhaps because he encountered the alpha that marked him, and the smell was also mixed with sex.

It's like poppies.

"Father," he heard the priest's slightly distressed voice, "this is my fourth holy robe this week..."

Before this, the servants had never imagined that someone would talk to the god who created them like this.There is no need to kneel or open your mouth to pray. It seems that Father Tris is not talking to a god who rules everything, but an ordinary person with nothing special.And God hugged him like an ordinary person, dangling him on his lap.

"Then do one more."

The priest's voice was softer, and there was a bit of coquettishness in it, "Second Brother, if you do this again, I'll have no face to ask someone to do it..."

"Huh?" God smiled in a low voice and rubbed the back of his neck, "You don't want it anymore?"

Father Tris said nothing more.The attendant stuck tighter, looking in through the narrow door.The wind blows the curtains high, and the rose window casts deep and shallow shadows in the church, mottled and rotating slightly on the ground.The young and beautiful priest raised his head and was hugged by the most powerful god in the world, kissing his bright red lips, like dew dripping on the delicate petals.

"..."

The little attendant was startled, and finally realized what he was doing.He took a step back hastily, but suddenly realized that the scene in front of him had begun to blur.

He stretched out his hand and tightly covered his eyes.

"Father God!" He cried out in panic, "Father God..."

The old attendant stood behind him at some point, and sighed softly.

"I warned you," the person behind said softly, "Don't try to spy on the sun—"

"Unless you want to be pecked in the eye by the falcon guarding him."

He dragged the newcomer and led him to another room familiarly.

This is not the first time.

Father Tris is an omega, even if it has been completely marked, it is still an omega with pure blood and rich pheromones.With the title of God's Beloved, more people will be curious about him, wanting to see with their own eyes, the beauty that can make God even walk down the altar for him, how can it shake people's hearts .

Everyone who has seen it is satisfied.Father Tris is just as they imagined, even more exciting than they imagined, but God's possessiveness is not inferior to anyone in this world, and he will never allow anyone to pry into his treasure.

Sometimes the old squire even wondered if this god was really their god.

This shadow who was so greedy to take Father Triss as his own was more like a complete demon in this regard.

After successive people went blind, everyone in the church knew about it, and only the priest didn't know about it.

He stuffed the blind page into the room and had him led out of the church.

The almighty Lord who can turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, how can he spoil a mortal so much that someone will feel jealous if they look at him twice?

The old squire couldn't understand, and couldn't understand.

He only knew that he was afraid that the priest would be locked in front of the statue for the rest of his life.

God never stops thinking of sharing life with little believers for a single day.

Now that he has made up his mind, he is determined to spend these endless days with the little believer, but no matter how he tries, the golden light representing the holy power still cannot completely cover the little priest.God thought of all kinds of ways. He exchanged the blood of the little believer, and even used his own bones to make a brand new body for him, but nothing worked.

Du Yunting also wanted to tell him not to try again, but every time he opened his mouth to tell the reason, an invisible force blocked his mouth, preventing him from saying anything related to the mission.

"..."

After becoming dumb several times, Counseling finally became angry.

[Why don't you let me speak! 】

7777 said: [What do you want to say?Say you're definitely leaving? 】

Du Yunting was suddenly dumbfounded. 7777 continued: [This is just the mission world, Du Yunstop.If you still remember, you should know that you came to this world only to complete the mission.Where you live, your Mr. Gu is still waiting for you to go back. 】

【...I know,】 Counseling said in a low voice, 【Don't remind me. 】

His blue eyes looked out.At that moment, 7777 suddenly felt that he was sad.

[28,] His host said slowly, [I sometimes really think this idea is absurd.But, the Mr. Gu here is the real Mr. Gu... I can't help myself to think this way. 】

7777 said nothing.It didn't want to lie to its host, but it couldn't tell the truth, so it just listened quietly.Du Yun paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

[If it is true that Mr. Gu can like me so much, can hug me, can kiss me... Then I really, no matter how many times I die, I will have no regrets. 】

7777 sighed silently.

Du Yunting's eyes immediately changed, thoughtfully, 【By the way, if Mr. Gu in reality is also the top [-]% in the world, should I buy more harmony ointment? 】

He shyly curled his fingers, 【Or try something else...】

system:【……】

The sentimentality of the system just now is like the foam on the sea, and it's gone now.It said unhappily: 【Are you thinking about this right now? 】

Du Yunting responded confidently, 【Ah. 】

7777 really wanted to go back and kill the self who was sorry for the host just now, and desperately hoped that after Du Yunting really went back, he would be given a good beating by his Mr. Gu.

The kind that slaps hard on the butt.

It's best to wipe out all the energy of the waves, otherwise I'll be sorry for Du Yunting for paddling so hard...

At night, the god descended into the inner room again.

"Come here, my child," he said solemnly, "I want to give you a present."

What you get from God must be good things.The little believer sat beside him, still looked at him, and leaned close to him full of dependence.

"What is it, Father God?"

Shinto: "Turn around."

The priest then turned around and showed his slender back to the gods.He brushed his long hair to one side of his shoulders, and felt the cold fingers of God penetrate into the holy robe and touch the two slightly protruding butterfly bones on his back.

There was a scorching feeling coming from that piece of flesh, which was not offensive, but it made Du Yunting shiver slightly.

He lowered his head in front of God, quietly and obediently like a young animal, with only a few small low groans coming out of his throat.

God's hand caresses.The piece of golden light slowly expanded on the little believer's back, and finally converged into smooth lines, outlining the shape - in the golden light that filled the sky, suddenly there were snow-white feathers slowly falling from above, and finally landed on the into the palm of God.

Something trembled in the golden light.They swayed inexperiencedly, and their wide wings were fully extended, occupying almost the entire bed—they were half as tall as the little priest, and when they were stretched out, they could easily completely wrap the little priest inside. .

Du Yunting tentatively groped with his hands, his eyes widened in surprise.

He turned his head and said in surprise, "Father God!"

—He has a pair of wings.

God's fingertips were brushing the edge of those wings.Perhaps it was because of the newborn, this pair of wings still looked very young, they flapped gently in the air, shaking off the fine golden light.Dense white feathers covered its head, supported by bones that were not strong enough, trembling slightly.

When they don't need to be unfolded, they are just a pair of small wings that are only about the length of an arm, fluttering behind the priest, and can be perfectly hidden under the holy robe.

Only when touched, they stretched out, hanging heavily behind the priest.

Du Yunting was still not used to it.He tried flapping his wings, but couldn't get up from the bed.

"They can't fly." God said briefly, still stroking the pair of beautiful wings, "I changed the rules."

Du Yunting was taken aback.

"With wings, you are not a mortal, but a god," said the god indifferently, "you will naturally have eternal life."

The little believer stared at him blankly, as if he hadn't recovered from this sentence.

God sighed lowly, and pulled him closer to himself.The feather caressed the god's cheek, and his lips fell to the base of the wings, making the little believer tremble in his arms, and soon fell on him like a clay figurine, releasing a sweet and slightly fishy smell. Pheromone, trembling from head to toe.

Like a flower shaking off the dew by the river.

"Father God..." He heard the little believer whisper, "What if I can't live forever?"

God suddenly fell silent.

If little believers don't live forever...

He actually didn't want to consider such a possibility.Little believers must live forever, and must always be by their side.He frowned, his expression suddenly looked a little severe, and he didn't answer this question.

"No," God finally avoided the question, "you will have eternal life."

Du Yunting did not answer.

The next day he gave a name to the page in the church.He hadn't thought of the name for a long time, it was Eric.

"Go and check, I want to know where he is now and how he is doing."

Most importantly, how many more years to live.

It is not difficult for the attendants to lead away, as all the common people have their rosters.He returned a few days later to report to Father Tris with news of Eric.

"That seems to be a person who is rejected by the Lord." The attendant replied, and was a little puzzled, not understanding how the priest, who is God's favorite, could have anything to do with these people, "He is not an alpha, nor a beta or omega. He no longer smells of pheromone, so he never goes out. He lives with his omega father on the mountain in the edge area."

There are four words he didn't say, that is poverty.Eric is now an asexual person who can't even carry an axe, let alone earn money.His father was originally a strong and powerful alpha, but now he has become the omega he despises the most. His body is weak and like paper, and he can't do much physical work. .

Eric's mother is also an omega, and Ben will never leave her husband and son, but after Eric's father frowns all day long and regrets that he has become a useless omega, he can't bear it soon.

She is also an omega herself, and she never feels that she is shorter than anyone else.She has endured her husband for so many years. She thought that after experiencing the difficulties of omega, her husband would change to some extent, but she didn't think that he would not change at all!

So she took the cleaning solution from the church and drank it for herself.The mark on her body was washed off, and she became a free person. After walking out of the house one evening, she never came back.

These are all good to say, the most difficult thing is the estrus period.Eric's father originally locked himself in the house, but after attracting alphas from all over the world to gather under his window, he didn't dare anymore.He couldn't get the medicine in the church, God didn't allow him to take the medicine, so after a few times, Eric's father finally chose to obey.

He found an old alpha and asked him to mark him.The marking process was not good, the man's body was heavy and full of stench, and he was even forced to take something for comfort, in order to make him give birth to a child.Eric's father couldn't get out of bed for days after that because the pain nearly ripped the whole thing in two.

However, the man who marked him was complacent, boasting of his strong body as a result of the battle, and yelling at the villagers how incomprehensible this omega is.

"I can't even open my legs!" he said. "An omega—it's loose. Where else can I find a kind person like me?"

Father Eric listened numbly.He almost forgot that he, too, was one of those who judged the gender.

She was born to have a baby, so she should just lie down obediently, what else is there to do besides being fucked?

He often said these words, and even told his son as truth.He thought that he was the master of the world, and the other genders were just their foils, their slaves, and machines they could commandeer at will. He didn't know what it was like until he became one of them himself.

He even thought about hitting him to death, but he no longer had the guts.

God will not let him die.

The attendant investigated this, but he didn't want to tell Father Tris what he said.The priest is so holy, he is afraid that the news will dirty the priest's ears.

"I think they will not live long, my lord."

Du Yunting was silent for a long time.

"grown ups?"

After a while, he heard a new order from the priest.

"—keep Eric alive."

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