Chapter 133

It's really frivolous to say such words and do such things when we just meet.

However, from the beginning of enlightenment, he was sent to his teacher's home to learn the knowledge of sacrifice. He only yearned for the gods, and rarely touched such words as the prodigal son in love. His soft lips only kiss the children's cheek and forehead, but his thin arms have hugged many people, warriors fighting for the city-state, crying children, adults in need of comfort.

They are all the people of the gods. He is worried about the drought of the city-state. When the two conditions are combined, isn't he just a child who needs to be comforted?

Muzzy had already turned around and saw the God behind him.

The appearance of the God was very beautiful, very similar to the statue made of gold and ivory. He was tall and strong, with white wings flapping gently. Behind him were dark clouds and strong winds. Now he was holding his waist and looking down at himself with a smile.

The first drop of rain fell on the ground, and then more and more rain fell from the sky and flowed into the cracked land, washing away the dry river bed. People who had been roasted by the sun for a long time knelt on the ground and looked at the sudden rain with surprise. Even the hot and dry days were swept away, they all began to cheer.

Mu Tsai thought that the dark clouds and the strong wind were the disasters brought about by the failure of the sacrifice, but the cheers of the people and the sound of rain came into his ears through the mist, so the rain should be a gift from the gods. Mu Tze's chest was filled with gratitude and admiration. His white hand was propped up in front of each other's broad chest, and he would immediately kneel down to thank the God who saved the people.

However, an arm was firmly around his waist, which prevented him from doing so. The God in front of him reached out and touched the soft cheek of his small sacrifice, and said in a seductive voice, "do you want to kowtow to me for such a little rain? I don't like the way I thank you. "

The pure and beautiful Oracle priest did not hesitate to ask: "God is above. I don't know what you like? Mozart is willing to do his best to find it for you. "

The God laughed, and his eyes showed a trace of treachery and cunning that should not belong to the merciful God. However, the hoodwinked priest did not see this, but waited with gratitude for the request of the God: "I said, I like your sacrifice, do not want others. I will stay in the people's world for a long time. If I have any needs, I will come to you directly. I only hope that you will not shirk your responsibilities

The poor Oracle priest did not know that he had made a deal with the devil. He was still immersed in the joy that the drought had been solved. He looked at the God in front of him with gentle and firm eyes: "as long as you have a reasonable request, muzzy will be bound to do it!"

The God was very satisfied with the obedience of the small sacrifice. He nodded and reached out to open the white fog on the altar and exposed his appearance to the public. From a distance, crawling on the ground and looking at the people here, they can see this scene:

their pure and beautiful Oracle priests are tightly held in their arms by a pair of strong and powerful arms. The men beside him were too tall and strong to make their Oracle priesthood more delicate. They were small, and his white hands on his wildly crossed arms were very weak.

The man holding muzzy has blonde hair and blue eyes, with huge powerful wings behind him. However, some people noticed that the wings seemed to be different from the ivory wings in the temple statues. The edges of the wings were not very clear, as if they were emitting wisps of black smoke further out.

The so-called God did not look in the direction of their people from the beginning to the end. It can be called fanatical and greedy eyes that linger on the people in their arms all the time. However, their Oracle priests did not find it. Instead, they turned their heads and looked at them. Their delicate white faces were full of happy smiles.

Their priesthood obviously cared more about them than the so-called God, and had the compassion and love of the people.

Although there are many doubts in my heart, the rain from the sky can't be fake. Besides, who would have the heart to break the satisfied smile on the face of the Oracle priest? So all the people were prostrate, pressing their doubts in their hearts, and their mouths were grateful for the gifts of the gods and the dedication of the priesthood.

Around the altar, the priests who had just chanted their oaths also kowtowed. Only Paltrow's eyes showed shock and looked up at the dazzling picture of embracing.

Of course, he knew that the man-shaped monster on the altar was not a God at all, but a demon that he deliberately disrupted the sacrifice and took his own body as a sacrifice! It's just that Paltrow has strictly confirmed the records of the book, and step by step in accordance with the above, using his own blood and incantation as the medium, why is this demon not obeying his orders?!

At the thought of this, Paltrow's chest was filled with emotion. The pain he had tried to endure could no longer be held back. A mouthful of blood gushed up his throat and was vomited out by him.

The blood spread on the ground quickly became old and gray, and the surface seemed to have slight fluctuations, as if something was wriggling in it. Paltrow tried to open his eyes wide, but his eyes suddenly blurred.

He was dazed by the vomiting, and almost the next moment, Paltrow fell to the ground, his eyes lax and motionless.Before the last moment he closed his eyes, he saw a thin figure, dressed in a pure white robe, rushing forward, ethereal and pleasant, like the sounds of nature, in front of him: "Paltrow, what's the matter with you?"

--

Paltrow had almost stopped thinking, and a natural, almost instinctive thought came into his mind:

it was good that his priestesses saw him again.

As soon as the idea came to light, Paltrow was completely unconscious.

…… --

at night.

Red rose petals were floating in the rippling bath, and Mucha was somewhat absent-minded.

"What's wrong with my priestess? Is there anything in the world that bothers you so much? "

When the deep and magnetic voice came, Mu Tsai came back to his senses. He quickly stood up from the bath and bowed in the direction of the visitor, saying, "Lord God

, you are here."

The gauze curtain and the flickering candle light up half of the body of the man standing in the water with a little bit of broken light. His long black hair was wet and hung on his slender waist. His skin was snow-white. In the warm yellow candle light, he was like the best lanolin from the East.

Round drops of water ran down his slender neck and shoulders, and flowed across his Satin like skin, and finally sank into the rippling water, flowing to the reverie position.

The devil's throat rolled, and his body was excited. However, looking up at his small sacrifice, his eyes, like the Milky way of summer, twinkled with joy and gratitude.

Taste delicious desserts this matter is not urgent, must enjoy slowly. Not to mention, he liked this beautiful and pure small sacrifice, and didn't want to frighten the other party at all.

So the devil squatted down. The body, rarely patient, asked: "what makes you so upset, can you tell me?"

Gods have earth shaking power.

Thinking of the change from the scorching sun to the rainstorm during the sacrifice this morning, Mu Tsai prayed and said, "Lord God, you..."

A finger touched his rosy lips like a rose petal. The God with light on his back squatted down and took up the Oracle priest's cheek. His voice was low, with a little hoarse temptation: "don't use honorific names to me. You can call me Perseus when there is no one."

Although the devil would like to be so intimately called to each other in front of people, his real name is the source of their strength and their shackles. If a small sacrifice is heard by someone with ulterior motives and evil intentions when calling him his real name in front of others, even if he has all-round power, he may also be attacked by a plot that is beyond defense.

Perseus was a demon, and mortal plots could not hurt him. Even if someone calls out the real gods to fight him, he will win a lot. But if this is to let Perseus return to the devil Kingdom, it will be very troublesome.

It is not easy to shuttle back and forth between the two realms. The demon God does not want to be separated from his small sacrifice.

Even for one day.

Such a pure, beautiful and helpless small sacrifice should be protected under his wings and loved by him.

When he heard the request of the God who saved them, he immediately changed his voice: "Perseus, do you think Paltrow will be better? How much more time does he need to wake up? "

He said here, the white hand unconsciously clenched some, originally looked at the God's eyes also began to appear confused look: "I am very worried about him."

A human being can take the attention of his small sacrifice and occupy his mind.

The jealousy in the devil's heart almost broke through his chest. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and forcibly broke off the hand of the small sacrifice and clasped his big hand with the other party's ten fingers.

Seeing that the man in the pool finally came back to God and did not resist shaking hands with him, the devil's heart finally felt better. With a smile on his face, he said, "that man can't die. Don't worry."

Although Perseus was very unhappy with Paltrow, he was the medium that brought him to his beloved sacrifice. Even though the weak human being is very out of control of his thinking and behavior, he is punished if he is bitten back.

Although demons don't like human beings, they have already entered the level of gods. Naturally, they don't like to kill people like other low-level demons. Paltrow will also get a part of his power when he is being eaten back. Now the other party's lethargy is absorbing this power. When the absorption is finished, the human will naturally wake up.

Although he did not get the exact time to wake up, the God had given the answer, and muzzy was relieved. With a smile on his face, he said, "berthus, do you need me to bathe you?"

The reason why the Oracle priest is waiting in this pool is for this matter. When the gods come, they need to learn from the wind and dust. According to the regulations, he was the most important clergyman in the city-state, which naturally fell on him.

In front of the pure small sacrifice looked up at himself, with an innocent look said ambiguous. Ambiguous invitation, almost to drive the devil's reason.With a deep eye color and a scarlet flash in his eyes, he directly grasped the shoulder of the person in front of him with both hands and whispered, "of course, I need you to do something else for me."

The devil said, went down into the warm bath, and gently kisses the two rose like lips in the confused eyes of the small sacrifice.

……

The corridor leading from the bath to the bedroom was dim, and warm yellow candles were burning on both sides of the walls.

The tall and strong man carefully held the sleeping Oracle priest, whose face was still ruddy.

The man who was held by himself breathed steadily, his white cheek was close to his chest, his white hands were curled up, and his body was covered with a white robe which was obviously too large. He slept very well in his arms.

The devil God wants to do what he wants. He is in a very good mood now.

Therefore, he was more tolerant of the man who stood at the end of the corridor and was not consciously in the way.

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Themis grasped his own sacrificial scepter.

He is only 16 years old this year, and he doesn't know how to manage his face. His dark eyes, with obvious jealousy, looked greedily at the man in front of him.

Compared with the tall and strong body of a man, his teacher looks small, quiet and clever, which is the scene that Themis once dreamed of when he was first mature.

Now, his dream is occupied by this devil!

Yes, the devil!

Themis was born with a "golden eye" and a high degree of sensitivity, which led him to be chosen by M ü tzsche as the successor of the next Oracle priest. In other people's eyes, the God with golden hair and blue eyes and pure wings on his back has no place to hide.

A devil with antlers, bat wings, black hair and black eyes and a tail like lightning is holding his pure and beautiful teacher. And his teacher's original fragrance has been mixed with the smell of his disgust.

His teacher, the light of his life, he admired from childhood to the final infatuation of the people, and in front of this disguised devil. Close!

At the thought of this, the hand holding the scepter grew tighter.

His resentment was hard to say, but he could only pretend that he did not know. Now the teacher is still in the other party's hands, he must be patient, otherwise in case of showing the clue to the other party, let the devil find that he has already known his identity, for fear that the teacher's life will not be protected!

How could the devil not see the young man's mind.

Look at the stoic look, at the pale knuckles holding the scepter.

At first glance, he was holding indescribable thoughts on the small sacrifice in his arms.

But what about that? The man in his arms has already devoted himself to him under his half compulsion and half seduction, with a cheerful disposition. If it was not for his special identity and rhetoric, the other party would not have done such a thing with others.

The boy has no chance and no ability to break them up!

The devil thought arrogantly from the earth, holding his sweetheart and swaggering away.

The boy left at the corner trembled with anger. However, the more angry he was, the more calm he became.

His teacher is hoodwinked by the devil and is waiting for him to rescue him. He can't just let go!

Themis thought of this and went back to his room and changed into a set of black night clothes. He walked quietly through the main hall, the front hall and the long corridor of the temple, all the way to the city-state palace.

Four attacks in all! I don't know why you think the monarch is not like an attack_ (:зゝ∠)_