It is really frivolous to say such words and do such things when we just met.
However, Mu Cai was sent to his teacher's home to learn knowledge related to sacrifices since he was just enlightened. He only yearned for the gods and was rarely exposed to such words as a prodigal in love. His soft lips have only kissed the cheeks and foreheads of children, but his thin arms have hugged many people, including warriors who went to war for the city, crying children, and adults in desperate need of comfort.
They are all the people of the gods. He is worried about the drought in the city. When the two conditions are combined, in the eyes of the gods behind him, isn't he just a child in urgent need of comfort
Mu Cai had turned around and saw the god suddenly appearing behind him.
The appearance of the god was very handsome, much like the statue made of gold and ivory. He was tall and strong, with his white wings fluttering gently, with dark clouds and strong wind behind him. He was holding his waist, looking down at himself with a smile.
The first drop of rain fell to the ground, and then more and more rain fell from the sky, flowing into the cracked land and scouring the dry river bed. People who had been scorched by the sun for a long time knelt on the ground and looked at the sudden rain with surprise. The heat of the past few days was swept away, and they all began to cheer.
Mu Cai originally thought that the dark clouds and strong wind were disasters caused by the failure of the sacrifice, but the cheers of the people and the sound of rain mixed with the mist reached his ears, so the rain should be a gift from the gods. Mu Cai's chest was instantly filled with gratitude and admiration. He placed his thin white hands in front of the other party's broad chest and immediately knelt down to thank the gods for saving the people.
However, an arm tightly wrapped around his waist, stopping Mu Cai's behavior. The god in front of him reached out and touched the soft cheek of his little sacrifice, and said in a coaxing voice: "You have to kowtow to me for such a little rain? I don't like this way of thanking you."
The pure and beautiful oracle priest asked without hesitation: "God is above me. I don't know what you like? Mu Cai is willing to do his best to find it for you."
The god smiled, with a hint of cunning and cunning in his eyes that should not belong to a compassionate god. However, the deceived priest did not see this, and just waited for the god's request with gratitude: "I said, I like you as a sacrifice, and I don't want anyone else. I will stay in the human world for a long time, If I have any needs, I will come to you directly, I just hope you won’t push the envelope when the time comes.”
The poor oracle priest didn't know that he had made a deal with the devil. His chest was still immersed in the joy of having the drought resolved. He looked at the god in front of him with gentle but firm eyes: "Any reasonable request you have, Mu Cai will definitely make it." It’s obligatory!”
The god was very satisfied with the obedience of the little sacrifice. He nodded, stretched out his hand and waved away the white mist on the altar, exposing his appearance to everyone. The people lying on the ground in the distance looking at this side saw this scene:
Their pure and beautiful oracle priest was being held tightly in his arms by a pair of strong arms. Because the man next to him was too tall and strong, their oracle priest looked particularly petite, and even his thin white hands on the arms that were arrogantly crossed looked very weak.
The man holding Mu Cai had blond hair and blue eyes, and had huge, powerful wings on his back. However, some people noticed that the wings seemed to be somewhat different from the ivory wings in the temple statues. The edges of the wings were not very clear, as if there were wisps of black smoke emanating from them.
And this so-called god never looked in the direction of his people from beginning to end. The eyes that could be called fanatical and greedy were always lingering on the person in his arms. However, their oracle priest did not notice this. Instead, he turned his head to look at these people, with a delicate and snow-white face full of expressions. It's a smile of joy.
Compared to the so-called god, their priest obviously cares more about them and has more of God's compassion and love for the people.
Although there are many doubts in my mind, the rain falling from the sky cannot be faked. Besides, who would have the heart to break the satisfied smile on the face of the Oracle Priest? Therefore, all the people prostrate themselves on the ground, suppressing their questions in their hearts, and thanking the gods for their gifts and the priests' dedication.
The priests who had just chanted the incantation around the altar also kowtowed and knelt down. Only Paltrow's eyes showed shock, and she reluctantly looked up at the dazzling scene of the embrace.
Of course he knew that the humanoid monster that appeared on the altar was not a god at all, but a demon he summoned by deliberately disrupting the sacrifice and using himself as a sacrifice! It’s just that Paltrow has clearly confirmed the records in the books and followed them step by step, using his own blood and spells as the medium. Why didn’t the demon that appeared follow his orders? !
When Paltrow thought of this, his chest was filled with emotions. He could no longer bear the pain that he had endured, and a mouthful of fishy blood surged into his throat, and he spat it out with a "wow" sound.
The blood spread on the ground quickly turned old and gray, and the surface seemed to have slight undulations, as if something was crawling inside. Paltrow tried his best to open his eyes to see, but his vision suddenly became blurry.
The blood vomiting just now made him dizzy, and almost the next moment, Paltrow fell to the ground, his eyes unfocused and motionless.
Before he finally closed his eyes, he saw a slender figure wearing a pure white robe rushing towards him, and an ethereal and melodious voice like the sound of nature sounded in front of him: "Paltrow, what's wrong with you? !”
Paltrow had almost stopped thinking when a natural, almost instinctive thought came to his mind:
How wonderful that his Lord Priest saw him again.
As soon as the idea came to her mind, Paltrow completely passed out.
…
At night.
There were bright red rose petals floating in the rippling water of the bath, and Mu Cai soaked in it absentmindedly.
"What is happening, my little priest? Is there anything in the world that troubles you so much?"
A low and magnetic voice came, and Mu Cai came back to his senses. He quickly stood up from the bath, bowed in the direction of the visitor, and said, "Lord God, you are here."
The candlelight flickered under the gauze curtain, illuminating half of the body of the person standing in the water with scattered lights. His long black hair was wet and hung around his slender waist, and his skin was as white as snow. In the warm yellow candlelight, he looked like the finest mutton-fat jade from the East.
The round water droplets flowed down his slender neck and shoulders, flowing through the satin-like skin, and finally disappeared into the rippling water waves, flowing to an imaginary position.
The devil's throat rolled, and his body felt a little excited. But he didn't realize it when he looked up at his little sacrifice, his eyes like the Milky Way on a summer night flashing with joy and gratitude.
Tasting delicious desserts cannot be rushed, it must be enjoyed slowly. Not to mention, he liked this beautiful and pure little sacrifice very much and didn't want to scare the other person at all.
So the devil crouched down and asked again patiently: "What makes you so troubled? Can you tell me?"
Gods have earth-shaking power.
Mu Cai thought about the weather that turned from the scorching sun to the heavy rain during the sacrifice this morning, so he said piously with a prayerful attitude: "Lord God, you..."
A finger gently touched his lips that were as red as rose petals. The god with the light behind his back knelt down, held the oracle priest's cheek, and said in a low voice, with a bit of hoarse temptation: "Don't use honorifics for me. Just call me Perseus when no one else is around."
Although the devil would like to address each other so intimately with his little sacrifice in front of people, the real name is the source of their power and also their shackles. If someone with ulterior motives or ill-intentions listens when the little sacrifice calls his real name in front of others, even if he has the power to reach heaven and earth, he may be assassinated.
Perseus has reached the level of a demon, and mortal plots cannot harm him in the slightest. Even if someone summoned a real god to fight him, he would have a good chance of winning. But if this plot allows Perseus to return to the Demon Realm, it will be very troublesome.
It was not easy to travel back and forth between the two realms, and the devil did not want to be separated from his little sacrifice.
Even if it's just for one day.
Such a pure, beautiful and helpless little sacrifice should be taken under his wings, protected and loved well by him.
When Mu Cai heard the request from the god who saved them, he immediately changed his mind and said, "Perseus, do you think Paltrow will get better? How many days will it take for him to wake up?"
When he said this, his thin white hands unconsciously clenched tighter, and his eyes that were originally looking at the god began to look confused: "I'm very worried about him."
A human being could steal the attention of his little sacrifice and occupy his mind.
The jealousy in the demon's heart almost burst through his chest. Without saying a word, he reached out his hand arrogantly, forcibly opened the hand of the small sacrifice, and intertwined his big hand with the other's fingers.
Seeing that the person in the pool finally came to his senses and showed no resistance to shaking hands with him, the Demon God finally felt a little better. With a smile on his face, he said: "Don't worry about that human being who can't die."
Although Perseus was extremely displeased with Paltrow, the other party could be regarded as the medium that brought him to his beloved little sacrifice. Even though that weak human being was overestimating his capabilities and tried to control his thinking and behavior, the backlash against him was regarded as punishment.
Although the Demon God doesn't like humans, he has already reached the level of God, so naturally he won't like to kill people randomly like those low-level monsters. When Paltrow suffers backlash, he will also gain part of his power, and the opponent's current coma is absorbing this part of the power. When the absorption is complete, the human will naturally wake up.
Although he did not get the exact time of awakening, the gods had given him the answer, and Mu Cai felt relieved. A smile appeared on his face and he said: "Perseus, do you need me to bathe you?"
The reason why the oracle priest was waiting in this pool was for this matter. When the gods come, they need to receive the wind and wash away the dust. According to regulations, as the highest-ranking cleric in the city-state, such a thing would naturally fall on him.
The pure little sacrifice in front of him looked up at him, saying an ambiguous invitation with an innocent expression, which almost drove the devil's reason crazy.
His eyes darkened, and a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes. He directly held the shoulders of the person in front of him with his hands, and whispered: "Of course you do, but I also need you to do something else for me."
After the demon finished speaking, he got into the warm bath and gently kissed the two rose-petaled lips under the doubtful eyes of the little sacrifice.
…
The corridor leading from the bath to the bedroom was dark, with warm yellow candles burning on both sides of the walls.
The tall and strong man carefully held the oracle priest who was sleeping soundly with a blush still on his face.
The person he was holding was breathing steadily, with his snow-white cheek pressed against his chest, and his thin white hands curled up. He was covered with a white robe that was obviously too big, and slept very peacefully in his arms.
The devil's wish came true, and he was in a rare and excellent mood at this moment.
Therefore, he was a little more tolerant of the person standing at the end of the corridor, blocking the way without realizing it.
Themis grasped her own sacrificial staff tightly.
He is only sixteen years old and doesn't know how to manage his complexion yet. His pair of dark eyes were filled with obvious jealousy, looking greedily at the person in the demon's arms in front of him.
Compared with the man's tall and strong body, his teacher looked small, quiet and well-behaved, a scene that Themis had dreamed of when she first matured.
Now, his dream is occupied by this demon!
Yes, it is the devil!
Themis was born with a "golden eye" and extremely high sensitivity, and for this reason, he was selected by Mu Zei to become the next successor of the oracle priest. In the eyes of others, the god with blond hair and blue eyes and pure wings on his back was invisible to him.
A devil with horns on his head, bat wings on his back, black hair and eyes, and a lightning-like tail behind him was holding his pure and beautiful teacher. And the original fragrant and fragrant aroma of his teacher had been mixed with traces of a smell that disgusted him.
His teacher, the enlightening light in his life, the person he had admired and loved since he was a child and finally fell in love with him, had sex with the disguised devil in front of him!
When Themis thought of this, her hand holding the scepter involuntarily tightened her grip.
The resentment in his heart was hard to express, but he could only pretend not to know. Now that the teacher is still in the hands of the other party, he must be patient, otherwise if the other party finds out the clues and the devil finds out that he already knows his identity, the teacher's life will be at risk!
How could the devil not see what this young man was thinking.
Look at that forbearing look, look at the white knuckles holding the scepter.
At first glance, it was clear that he had unspeakable thoughts about the little sacrifice in his arms.
But so what? The person in his arms has already devoted himself to him under his half-force and half-coaxing. With Caicai's temperament, if it weren't for his special status and smooth words, the other person would never do such a thing with anyone.
This young man has no chance and no ability to break them up!
The Demon God thought arrogantly, holding his sweetheart in his arms and walking away with pride.
The boy who was left at the corner was shaking with anger. However, the angrier he gets, the calmer he becomes.
His teacher was deceived by the devil and was still waiting for him to rescue him. He couldn't just let it go!
Thinking of this, Themis went back to her room and changed into a set of black night clothes. He quietly passed through the main hall, front hall and long corridor of the temple, all the way to the direction of the city-state palace.
The author has something to say: Reveal the answer, a total of four attacks! I just don’t know why people think the monarch is not like Gong_(:зゝ∠)_
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