Pampered by Millions

    Aware that the eyes of those present were falling on him, he opened his mouth to the lamp hesitantly.

    "Rolling feathers... doesn't that mean rolling feathers?"

    Cercia corrected: "Meaning to go to bed."

    "Lord Archangel," Eli looked away after seeing this, "The Son of Heaven doesn't fully understand the customs of the Celestial Clan, please don't mind if there is a conflict."

    "No collision," Cecia said flatly: "It's cute."

     Being praised by the super cute little angel as cute and shy.

    "Thank you for your praise of the Son," the young pope said lightly: "But the Son is destined to be sacrificed to God, and before that, he needs to keep his body pure."

    "Is that so."

    Seeing Tianzu looking at him, he nodded towards the lamp.

    "Then kill the god," the archangel's blue eyes were clear: "kill him, I am a god, and the lantern will be sacrificed to me."

    “…”

    I insert, what anti-social logic.

    He subconsciously looked at Ellison the Fighter, and sure enough, the latter showed a smile of approval. Eli let out a chuckle after being stunned for a while. After these days of getting along, Chao Deng understood, The more angry Eli became, the more gentle the surface would only become, and now he actually laughed, one could imagine how he would be tossed after the banquet.

    Done.

    Heine hummed and walked into the hall first. Everyone knew that elves were cold by nature. Heine's reaction was not rude, because it was a private banquet, and the Holy See did not invite outsiders. It was like gathering everyone in the court to have a dinner together. According to the rules, he sat on Eli's right hand and the Elf Prince was on the Pope's left. Eli drank for him several times in the middle, but he didn't even think about it at the lamp. , Sesia left the venue early without eating anything, and Ellison even left the meal in the middle of the meal under the banner of patrol. When the banquet was over and the sky was dark, Eli entered his room.

    "Are you tired, Your Highness?"

    “…not tired.”

    In fact, before Eli entered the room, he was about to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. He might have been drinking too much tonight, and he always wanted to **** off from time to time, but Eli and him Chaodeng was terribly uncomfortable with one and the other gossiping. When Eli began to ask him about the Celestial Clan, Chaodeng finally couldn't help but interrupted the other party in a low voice.

    "I want to take it easy."

    "How did you meet him?"

    “…Eli?”

    The intuition of facing the light is not good.

    "Answer me, Your Majesty," the young Pope approached him: "How did you meet?"

    "I don't know, he said he fell in love with me at first sight," Chao Deng was about to be driven crazy: "Will you let me go?"

    "Do you like him, even a little?"

    "Eli!"

    Chaodeng saw in disbelief that the other party tied his hands behind his back with magic locks, the urge to urinate inside his body became stronger and stronger, he could not bear it any longer, and if it continued like this, he would be in front of Iraqi Lai's face was incontinent, and just when he was too upset, Eli gently stroked his stomach with his fingers.

    "Do you like him."

    "No, I don't like...!" Chao Deng's voice was filled with fear: "Let go of me!"

    "A little bit?"

    "Don't like it, don't like it, don't like it—uh!"

    The boy's palm gently pressed his abdomen down.

    "Lying."

    "Ah!" Shrinking toward the light: "A little, really just a little..."

    "You look very uncomfortable," Eli caressed the back of his head gently, he picked up the facing lamp, keeping his hands locked, and when he got to the bathroom, he replaced the facing lamp. Deng took off his nightgown and said softly beside his ear, "It's alright."

    Open your eyes to the lamp: "...don't...I don't! You go out!"

    "Good," Eli pressed his stomach for a while: "Get it out."

    "Ugh..."

    The consciousness of facing the lamp has already begun to be hazy, he failed to notice that Eli, who has always paid attention to etiquette, did not use honorifics, and the pair of blue eyes gradually emerged with brilliance, and the hypnotic words made the facing lamp Thinking in a trance, when he heard the thin sound of water, Zhao Deng couldn't help whimpering.

    So perverted…

    "I have prepared a lot for you," the young pope held the morning lamp, scrubbed him, and returned to the bed. He cast a spell, the holy son in his arms was drowsy, Lai was close to his ear, his voice was like a lover's murmur: "You are afraid of pain, those ointments enhance the effect of the medicine, and only one use can achieve the effect," his fingers moved down: "I want to see you become plump, and That little flower in the ass..."

    He held up his face towards the lamp, licked away the tears he had forced out when he excreted, and raised an ambiguous smile on his lips.

    "Thanks for the blessing, baby."

    He was hoarse.

    "Sooner or later, you will use every part of your body to pray for me, what angels and elves..." Eli raised a strand of long black hair with his hand, and he twirled, casually: " They'll all rot into pus-filled rubbish."

      Getting closer, at noon one day, Chao Deng was teasing a stray rabbit from nowhere, and the silver hair of the elf appeared in his field of vision.

    "Towards the light."

    "Heine," since the last banquet, he has been able to meet Heine from time to time, raising a rabbit's plush paw in a variety of colors towards the lamp, the latter did not resist, for some reason, Since childhood, these animals have been very good in front of him, and lit their pink nose towards the lamp: "Little girl, say hello to His Royal Highness the Prince."

    The rabbit's paws were swayed by the lantern in a pretentious manner. Seeing this, Heine squatted down and touched its head. The elves have always had an unreasonable affinity for nature. Heine let out a happy grunt under the teasing, and turned her face to the lamp.

    "It seems to like you very much," the corner of Saint Son's mouth raised: "The first time I touched it, it kept hiding."

    "It should be shy," said the elf: "It didn't run away, and it didn't attack you."

    "This way~"

    "Do you want to sacrifice?"

    "Huh?"

    "Sacrifice to the Protoss," Heine stroked the rabbit's long ears: "The last holy son finally died in the hands of God, and his death... was very miserable, and it was considered a trace. No dignity."

    "Ah..." Chao Deng smiled: "But I can't help it."

    "Why?" Chao Deng withdrew his hand in confusion: "It's not good for me, and it will cause trouble."

    "Because of..."

    "?"

    "...I don't want you to be sacrificed," Heine held up the rabbit, and the latter let him move, her black eyes obediently staring at the beautiful and delicate face of the elf: "It is indeed a female Child," Heine looked at the reproductive position of the rabbit, he hesitated for a moment, and said to the lamp, "I like you."

    "It's a little girl," Chao Deng shook his head lazily: "You lied, don't lie to me."

    "...Following me will be much better than offering sacrifices," the elf avoided his doubts: "Trust me, I can protect you."

    "I believe this, but I may not be able to give you what you want."

    “…Sorry.”

    "It's okay."

    He was about to say a few jokes, but suddenly his eyes lost color, his body couldn't move, and someone covered his eyes from behind.

    "You go to sleep first," the elf ignored his struggle and put his hands facing the lamp together with one hand, James, who didn't know when to come, smiled helplessly at the lamp, Heine Whispered: "I won't hurt you, I promise."

    When he woke up, the scene in front of him had been replaced by a tree house woven with wooden rattan. Since the last time he and Luo Ding left, Eli has increased the protection of the Holy See to the greatest extent. He can still take him away under this circumstance. Heine must have come prepared from the beginning. He wanted to get up, something wrapped around his feet, bowed his head to the lamp, and saw a cluster of green vines.

    Heine may want to use him to threaten the Holy See, but the human race and the elves are becoming more and more friendly, and it is not helpful to suddenly tear his face. Nine times out of ten, the position he is now is for the elves. The place of residence, Heine dared to bring him here, naturally he got the permission of the elf king, what do they want from themselves?

    He was thinking, the door opened from the outside, and the elf James looked inside.

    "Hey Lamp, you're awake."

    "James," paused towards the lamp: "Can you tell me why...?"

    The elf on the opposite side hesitated, and after a while, he said.

    "The elf king was seriously injured, and his power was sealed by black magic," James said hesitantly: "The king needs your bodily fluids to clear the curse."

    “…”

    Hey.

    "Towards the light."

    "Father wants to see you."

    Follow Heine, he was led into the hall of the elves, while he was sleeping, his clothes had been changed into the unique silver-green robes of the elves, and the spires of the ancient castle were wrapped with new vines , half of the green wall covered the wall, making the hall of the elves like an isolated city in a fairy tale that no one has visited for a hundred years. All elves who saw them saluted Heine, and the latter responded with no expression. The elves indeed have extremely moving On the outside, all the elves that Chao Deng saw were dizzyingly beautiful. If it wasn't for their indifference, countless creatures would surely fall at the feet of the elves.

    Two maids with the same appearance opened the door for them, the hall was dimly lit by fire and shadows, and along the stairs made of white stone, the king of the elf tribe closed his eyes halfway, sitting on the floor covered with dark green velvet on the throne.

    The throne was big enough to make people roll on it, when I heard the movement, the cold emerald eyes lifted slightly, the silver hair of the Elf King meandered all the way to his feet, he was more than sea Yin is more mature and more handsome. It stands to reason that the elf king should be more than old, but his face is still like a newborn lotus, those emerald green eyes swept over Heine, and paused on Chaodeng.

    Wow, what a beauty.

    And she is a big beauty with a completely different style from Cecia, not bad.

    "Is this the Son?"

    "Yes, Father."

    "Look up and let me see you."

    He faced the lantern, the latter raised his face hesitantly for a moment, his black hair drooped down along with his movements, forming a strong contrast on the elf's silver-bottomed clothing, the elf king quietly watched Looking at his face, he glanced at the boy's seemingly delicate lips, and swam to his white, tender and flexible neck.

    "Beautiful child," he cast his eyes on Heine: "The Holy Son's body fluids contain the source of power, right?"

    "Yes, Father."

    "Come here," the Elf King closed his eyes and ordered in a low voice, "Sit on my lap."

    "Heine," Zhao Deng bit his lip: "I don't want to..."

    Quick, stop me.

    "Father," Heine frowned: "You said, you only want his blood."

    "That was before seeing him."

    "Father!"

    "Heine," the Elf King's lips opened and closed, his lips were very suitable for kissing: "You go back first."

    Chao Deng subconsciously held the hand of the elf, the young elf prince could not move as if he was under a spell, the elf king sitting on the emperor's eyes showed interest, he was the only one His child has a cold personality since he was a child, lacking in the nature of anything, and he rarely sees Heine expressing his emotions.

    Dark green vines grow from the corners, different from the green vines in the tree house at the beginning, the vines controlled by the elf king have a dead air, which probably comes from the curse they said Yin, Chao Deng's hands were tied together by green vines, and the huge green vines split into countless branches. He could see that Heine was forced out of the hall after trying his best to resist. The intertwined vines were blocked, and the vines that bound his hands were lifted higher and higher, he was hung up, and his body fell into the embrace with a faint herbal fragrance.

    The green vine also got into his mouth, one soft flesh pressed against his throat, forcing him to retire continuously towards the lamp, and the other greedily sucked the wetness in his mouth Because of the close distance, he could see the tiny intricate green vines extending from the Elf Queen's waist, and it was obvious that these vines tormenting him came from the Elf King's body.

    "Unbelievable..." The elf's delicate lotus-like face was full of joy and admiration, and the holy water drawn by the green vine was slowly unraveling his spell: "What a powerful, pure power," he said. After stroking the corners of Chao Deng's red eyes, he manipulated the vines to dry his narrow and hot mouth. Chao Deng was almost out of breath. The shrunken soft flesh made the cold emerald eyes of the Elf King smile. Saint Son's mouth felt extremely ecstatic, and he put the tears caught on his fingers into his mouth: "What a stunner."

    "Hmm...!"

    "You can be my twenty-third princess and marry Heine after I die." No one can serve two kings of the elves, and you will become a good story."

    “…”

    No, go away.

    "What's your name?"

    The vines withdrew from the opening towards the lamp, seeing that he did not answer, the Elf King let out a soft laugh, he kissed the boy's wet eyes, and the moment he stepped back, towards the lamp Suspended high by green vines.

    The vines born from below entangled the legs of the lamp from left to right, and countless green vines began to wrap the boy's sensitive belt. , and there are vines against Chaodeng's tongue. The elf king who is resting on the throne seems to like seeing him cry very much. The green vines are inserted into his mouth like the beginning. , There is an unstoppable desire rising in the body, and the red marks on the greasy skin are shocking, as if he had just been whipped, or in other words, loved.

    "What's your name?"

    "My name is Dad," the Elf King collected the vines again, and when he saw this at the lamp, he suddenly smiled at him, that thick and bright face with tears in it was unusual: " Call for a listen?"

    "Is the human race so ignorant of life and death?" The elf raised his eyebrows: "You will regret it."

    I didn't have time to understand the meaning of this sentence, the place where the vines had rubbed the place where the vines had rubbed together rose for a while, and the direction of the lamp involuntarily let out a changed whimper, and the green vines pulled his legs. He placed it on a sturdy giant vine, and he was forced to ride on it. His waist, hands and feet were tied tightly by the vine, and the green giant vine began to sway up and down, as if he was riding a galloping horse.

    "Um...uuuuu!"

    His body was extremely hot, itching unbearably, but countless vines massaged his body, trying to force out more holy water, realized what a green vine near his back wanted to do, and started towards the light Crazy struggle, helpless, the more you struggle, the tighter the bundle becomes.

    "It's going in," the Elf King smiled at him: "Are you ready, my new princess?"

    A loud bang broke the sparse crawling of the vines, and a slender figure walked out between the cracked walls. In an instant, he knew that the blood would never belong to him.

    "Master," the knight's long eyebrows curled: "You look very good in this pose."

    "Hmm!"

    Universe Invincible crackling super golden thighs are coming, hold him tight.

    "But..."

    Gold flames ignited in Ellison's hand, and the vines withered one after another before they could touch Ellison. The knight commander went straight to the position of the lamp. He was about to say something when the Elf King interrupted. his words.

    "Dragon?"

    "Hello, old man," Ellison waved at the Elf King with a smile: "If you want to marry a master, you must at least smoke."

    While he said, he tore off the vine that was stuffed in the opening of the facing lamp.

    "Ellison!" Spit out the last bit of blade at the lamp: "Help me!"

    "Help you kill the Pope, you teach me to smoke," the knight commander slowly burned the vines that tried to attack him, the gloomy expression of the elf king in the distance seemed to him nothing: "I help You, what can you pay me?"

    "I..."

    "Sign a contract with me," Ellison interrupted, the dazzling red hair gradually replaced the dull tan, and his pupils began to show a liquid gem-like appearance Dark and light colors: "I will grant all your wishes, if you can pay the price of hiring me."

    “…what is your name?”

    "Each dragon has a unique meaning since its birth. When the dragon clan signs a contract, in addition to telling the contract object the general pronunciation of its name, it also tells him the meaning in the dragon language."

    [My name is Vincent. 】

    Allison's voice came from Chaodeng's mind, the creature in front of him closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, it was already a deep and shallow bright silver, and his stature was high. , a red lotus-like magical pattern appeared on the fair skin, and the outline was so perfect that it seemed not to belong to the world.

    [Red dragon, meaning 'conqueror'. 】