Pampered by Millions

    The silver hair of the elf is always so conspicuous, it is not difficult to find James in the crowd, but until the rising sun is about to set in the west, they do not see the shadow of Heine, who drinks the shape-shifting potion Heine couldn't use magic. If there was an accident, the consequences would be unimaginable. When James jumped with regret, a metal mummy came into their eyes.

    Even at the summer festival where weirdos appear endlessly, it is really a very weird appearance. The huge copper headgear covers the man's face, and he is covered with shiny gems of various colors. There were even shards of glass. When he saw the young dragon in the mummy's hand, he ran towards the lamp two or three steps.

    "Sir," he said, "this is my friend, can you—"

    "Good afternoon, Your Highness."

    The sound of the urn came from the heavy metal helmet, and the face of the lamp was stunned. The other party put the sleeping baby dragon into the hand of the lamp. s face.

    "Ellison?"

    The mummy in front of me is disguised by the paladin, no wonder... "No wonder you wish me a good time," Chao Deng smiled: "You ran away too."

    "It's very boring to stay in the Holy See all the time," Ellison raised one eyebrow and smiled: "Your Highness, is this the dragon you raised?"

    “…forget it.”

    Seeing James dancing desperately in Ellison's blind spot, think about how Heine would go berserk if a third person heard that he had turned into a young dragon, and swallowed the redundant explanation towards the lamp .

    "You bought a fake, it's not a dragon," the paladin shook his head: "The appearance is not bad, but this little thing is weak like a loach with wings."

    “…”

    Good, familiar metaphor!

    As if it wasn't enough, Ellison casually added: "You can't fight for you if you grow up, just throw it away."

    "Who will help me fight?" Zhao Deng jokingly said, "You?"

    "In terms of duty, of course I will protect you, Your Highness."

    James said: "Lamp, we..."

    "Ellison, I'm leaving first."

    "Goodbye, Your Highness."

    The chief paladin greeted the lantern, the latter cautiously walked to the central square of the summer festival with the sleeping baby dragon in his arms. When he turned back to the lantern, he saw that Ellison was wearing it again Wearing a metal helmet, it was as motionless as a real mummy.

    The whole department is a big magician, a little handsome, tall and thin, and very knowledgeable.

    Take a note, hehe.

    Back to the Holy See that night, and had dinner at the lamp, when he saw the young man in his room, dressed in a pope's robe with golden red and dark patterns, his footsteps slowed down, and he immediately took it on. Door.

    "Little Eli."

    "His Royal Highness," the youth's blue eyes were quiet: "Where did you go today?"

    "Library," recalling James' previous reply, Zhao Deng looked calm: "I'm reading a legend related to elves."

    "But I didn't see you."

    "I used the darkroom, I-"

    "Lies are the beginning of sin," the young Pope interrupted his words, Eli looked at the darkened eyes of the lamp tenderly, as if he was looking at the treasure in his heart, It's like looking at a piece of art at your fingertips: "Your Highness, you are a holy son. You belong to God since you were born. Neither body nor soul is yours. You should not be polluted by the fireworks of the world."

    Zhao Deng opened his mouth, but after all did not refute, Eli smiled at this.

     "Get on the bench and take off your clothes," the boy flipped his fingers, and a thin whip appeared in his palm: "You should be punished."

    Honey-colored scorching holy oil drips on the boy's young and beautiful ketone body. Clear, the fingers facing the lamp trembled slightly, the pine and cypress fragrance of the holy oil was mixed with the rich fragrance of flowers and fruits, the young Pope stroked his neck, and the long soft crow-colored hair was scattered on the delicately framed shoulders.

    Hey, really.

    Looking and nodding to the lamp, Eli finally clipped his long hair to the side to avoid sticking to the sticky holy oil, the Pope stepped back, and the first whip fell on the back of the lamp.

    "Hmm...!"

    I don't feel it.

    Because of the ability given by the system, external stimuli can hardly make him feel pain, except for the time when he dig his own eyeballs a long time ago, Chao Deng has almost never experienced pain.

    Thank you brother Caesar.

    "Your Majesty, you didn't comply with the request," the boy's gentle tone sounded particularly ruthless at the moment: "Five whips."

    Come on, don't be too tired.

    Anyway, I don't feel it hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

      After being warned, he seemed to have learned his lesson. Seeing his gradually dazed expression, Eli whipped him on the lower back and asked softly at the same time.

    "Who do you belong to? Your Highness."

    "God," Chao Deng's voice was soft like some kind of taught animal: "I belong to God..."

      Seeing this, Lai involuntarily reached out and touched his face, the skin on the palm of his hand was as delicate as that of a young girl, and when he saw Eli touching himself at the lamp, his thick eyelashes fell softly.

    "The last ten whips, Your Highness."

      The blood will bleed and the traces will dissipate within three days, but looking at Chao Deng's current appearance, he would rather have these brand-like scars to stay forever.

    It's okay.

    The pope-like youth stared greedily at the body in front of him, and soon, this person was about to be sacrificed.

    He personally picked out his own offerings from millions of people, taught him the etiquette of facing the lantern, let him enjoy the best golden spring liquid, and nourished his body with fats worth thousands of dollars. For the Protoss, he is willing to bind himself in the body of a mortal, just to shape the worldview of Chaodeng himself, and slowly brew a sacrifice that is sweet and slushy on the inside and equally obedient on the outside.

      No other existence could disturb his interest. Thinking of the inexplicable dark aura on Chao Deng's body, Eli's eyes darkened, and another whip was slapped on Chao Deng's back.

    It's not good.

    Looking at... I want to bully this person to death, it is best to keep his black eyes full of tears, and his mouth to be blocked, so that he can only crawl on the ground, no sacrifices The right to cry and walk.

    In the depths of the blue eyes of the young man, there is a faint silver light of extreme excitement. After waiting for Jiuzhongtian, he can treat the Chaodeng casually, and he no longer needs to be pampered and hurt like he is now. Magic makes it impossible for the opponent to escape or die.

    I don't know how long it took, and when Eli finally stopped, Chao Deng got up from the bench with the help of the other party and pretended to be weak. Eli applied the medicine for him and served him carefully Put on a loose nightgown.

    "It may be a little painful, you can send someone to call me if you can't sleep."

    Why are you calling me?

    "Good."

    Seeing the light of the lamp agree, Eli left his room with a gentle smile, the whip and holy oil disappeared, locked the door towards the light, and walked past the "Book of Revelation" by the bed.

    "Good evening~"

    He turned to the page of Tianzu, the originally silent seraph fluttered his wings towards him, and stretched his hand towards the lamp in front of him, he deliberately stretched out five fingers, a little curious about Sexi ya's choice.

    Unexpectedly, after a moment of hesitation, the half-palm-sized Celestial Clan flew into his hand, and the Celestial Clan lay down with their backs facing the lamp, and the stretched snow-white six wings covered all the fingers.

    "You mean it's all yours...?"

    Raising her eyebrows at the lamp, Cecia suddenly stood up and flew to the welt of Chaodeng's forearm. He seemed to meditate on something. A warm golden halo formed in Tianzu's palm. The wound that fell on Chao Deng did not show any signs of improvement.

    No matter how powerful the legendary holy angel is, at this moment he is just a projection on a magic book.

    "I'm fine, thank you," Shengzi's beautiful eyebrows curved slightly: "Tell you secretly, it doesn't hurt at all."

    Seeing that Xiaotianzu's eyebrows were still furrowed, knowing that he didn't believe it, he casually said to the lamp: "It's much better than the last time, last time I ran out for the summer festival, and Eli hung me up. One day and one night on the cantilever, my toes can barely touch the ground, and I am not allowed to complain."

    Xiao Tianzu opened his mouth: "…"

    "Can't hear you."

    “…”

    The other party wanted to use magic to write, so he withdrew his hand towards the lamp, seeing the little Tianzu fluttering his wings and chasing his fingers, trying to get out of the book but unable to do anything, towards the lamp could not help but smirk stand up.

    "Using magic is cheating," he nodded Cecia's head: "If you really want me to hear, come see me."

    Different from his initial assumption, Heine later explained to him that the Celestial Clan does not believe in gods. To be precise, each race believes in different gods. Humans believe in human gods and cathedrals. Dedicating everything to human gods, the elves believe in the goddess of life, the demons only worship power, the gnomes have their own pantheon, the creatures and dragons in the sea may not have civilization at all, and the heavenly family itself is its own belief.

    He looked at the small, unbelievably beautiful creature and fell into contemplation, and he cast his eyes to the dazzling starry sky outside the window. After looking towards the lamp for a while, he retracted his gaze, and saw Cesia nodding lightly at him.

    In the middle of the night, the defensive barrier of the Holy See silently broke a crack, six black bat wings stretched under the moon, and the visitor followed the smell of the soul tree all the way to the deepest of the cathedral In the room next to him, the sturdy door locks and various enchantments were useless to the devil. He maliciously maintained the appearance of a Noble Phantasm skeleton and opened the luxurious door.

    There will be ghostly scars all over.

    Skull put the black gentleman's hat on the head of the bed, the golden cane touched the tender lips of the saint, and gradually opened his eyes towards the lamp, waiting for him to see the tall and terrifying black man in front of him. The acid skeleton whispered towards the lamp.

    "Lodin?" He braced up: "Why are you here."

    "You have a disgusting smell on your body," said the skeleton. "Guess, holy oil or magic brand? It doesn't matter, they will become the nourishment of the soul tree in a moment."

    "What?"

      There is a bad seed, it will germinate in your body, and if you can't get enough magical energy, it will absorb your nutrition until you become a skeleton like me."

    “…”

    "In hell, we usually plant it in the mouth of the enemy, ten or twenty. I'm very gentle with you, right?" Pulling off the bathrobe with one hand, the milky white skin and mottled red marks are intertwined into a seductive and depraved picture, Luo Ting gave a perverted evaluation: "beautiful."

    “…”

    My day.

    "Do you want to go to **** with me, or stay here and pray to your gods?" The skeleton giggled: "Maybe he will save you, before you become a pile of bones."

    "What do you want?" Looking up at the lamp, he put one hand on the rib of the skeleton's chest. Zi bowed his head in front of a monster, and I have to say, this is an extremely exciting sight: "My bodily fluids?"

    Without waiting for Lotin to answer, he licked the rib on his chest towards the lamp, the black sour bone slid across the tip of his tongue, he stopped on the right side of his chest, his tongue wrapped around half of the dead bone, saliva Wet the skeleton's chest.

    "It is said that the heart of the demons grows on the right side," Chao Deng's lips curled slightly, and his almost innocent expression was particularly ghostly on his charming face: "Is it true?"

    "It's true," Luo Ting's deep and mellow voice was like fine wine, his bright red pupils gradually became clear in the darkness, he looked at the naked Holy Son in his arms, already wrapped in flesh and blood Stretching his fingers into the lamp socket: "Do you want to see my heart, human child."

    "Um...you, you obviously only want...body...fluid...!"

    "It was like this a few minutes ago, but I said it, this is the beauty," the demon laughed, he took off the skin of the Noble Phantasm's skeleton, and his handsome pale face was particularly seductive, unique to the devil Undoubtedly, the powerful beauty was revealed, and Luo Ting let out a delightful laughter from her throat: "I like beautiful scenery."

    He took his fingers away from the mouth of the lamp, stuck out his tongue and licked the saliva attached to the source of power on it, and the demon's red eyes narrowed dangerously.

    "It's sweet, kid."

    "Wings," paused towards the lamp: "Why wrap me with wings?"

    "Those birdmen of the Celestial Clan use their wings to wrap their lovers, and the demons only use their wings to wrap their prey," the demon looked at the lantern surrounded by himself with satisfaction, with red eyes in his eyes Full of undisguised greed: "Go to bed with me, eh?"

    He patted the face towards the lamp like a child.

    "A reward for you."