Hearing the proto-dragon's roar, most of the dragons were restless in the lair. The dragon's chant piercing the sky turned the originally quiet dragon's lair into chaos. Just leaning against Vincent's arms made Chaodeng tremble, and the hatred was worth it. The pleasure brought by him continued to wash over his nerves, as if noticing the changes in the person in his arms, the smile of the Dragon Clan in front of him raised his eyebrows unchanged.
"Do you like this feeling?" The hand touched the most private part of his body, and Vincent took his wet fingers into his mouth: "So much holy water, are you excited?"
"..."
I am really excited.
I'm sure I'll be full of hate and love if I'm so angry and not beaten.
Brother Long, really, innocent, cute and easy to brush.
"I thought you would like to be gentle, but if I knew it, I wouldn't be so cautious," Vincent said, then paused: "What do you choose?"
"… You do it."
Refused to take over, tired to vomit blood.
Riding a dragon during the day and being ridden by a dragon at night is not bad.
"Okay," the red dragon put him on the ground, motioned to the lamp to kneel down on the ground, and then hugged his body, the red hair rubbed against his cheeks, and the dragon behind him licked his earlobes maliciously. With good intentions: "You chose the wrong one."
"... are you going to kill me?"
"Of course." Seeing that the beauty under him turned pale, and her eyes were a little broken, and she was about to faint, Vincent bit his arm and poured the scorching dragon's blood into the mouth of the lamp: "I use Here," he nodded, "kill you."
Damn, innocent and cute
"... Mmmm! Slow down, slow down—"
"Hey?" Vincent said with a smile: "There are a lot of footsteps, it should be Dad and the others." He kissed Chao Deng: "Master, do you want to hide in front of everyone? I chose the wrong punishment." Double it."
The dragons are lustful by nature, and their inherent strong desire to conquer makes them like to conquer their knights in full view. In history, many knights tore up the contract because they could not accept this. It ended unilaterally, and most of the knights who violated the contract were dragged into the dragon's lair and continued to be invaded until the dragon finally got tired and threw the dead knight out of the cave.
Chao Deng opened his eyes wide: "No...don't do this!"
"It's a pity, it's wrong again."
Being bitten by Vincent suggestively, Zhao Deng, who had gradually figured out his temper, opened his lips docilely. When the tip of his tongue was entangled, the red dragon wantonly felt the soft and smooth tip of the boy's slightly trembling tongue. The sweet saliva contained It is the source of power that can drive all creatures crazy.
This is his... contractor.
Without waiting for Chao Deng to react, he was dragged into the abyss, surrounded by dead, crystal dragon bodies, the radiant scales made his skin ache, and the warm dragon blood flowed through the soles of his feet. Sente grabbed his legs and placed him on the bloody torso of the crystal dragon. Before he could stabilize his hands and feet, a new round of attack ordered Chao Deng to soften his body.
They entwined over the corpse of the crystal dragon.
"You're so small, but you're so soft." It wasn't until the boy's fair skin was lightly pink that his dragon wiped away the tears on his cheeks: "It's impossible to enjoy being a prototype..." Vincent said ambiguously Licking and kissing the small pale mole on his eyelid: "Master, do you still need that dragon?"
"No, no more..."
He laughed: "I want to see you crawling all over the floor."
Chao Deng whined mournfully: "I'm going to die, please."
Let alone crawling, if Vincent hadn't supported him, his waist would have been completely paralyzed.
"Who do you need?"
"You," feeling the dragon's movement, Chaodeng couldn't help crying and shouting: "I only need you, I need you the most... Please, please forgive me..."
"Don't forgive me," Vincent smiled and gently pinched his neck: "I'll clean you up after hunting the birds. Human life is too short. Master, do you want to become a female dragon?"
"… what?"
"Eat more dragon essence, you can live forever."
The red-haired young man on the opposite side casually caressed his lips. His pale silver eyes of different colors were like a flowing ocean. Seeing that Chao Deng's face was slightly stiff, Vincent suddenly laughed.
"You're kidding," he said, picking up Chao Deng in his arms: "Apprentice will find you a potion, master will accompany me for a few more epochs, okay?"
The Celestial Clan's offensive has become more and more violent in the past few days, and I really can't see Vincent rolling the sheets day and night. Heilong, who is angry and somewhat proud of his bastard son for killing the ancestor, even though he settled the superficial troubles for him, the battlefield It is an undeniable fact that the red dragon is needed. After Vincent was dragged into a fight by his father, Chao Deng, whose bones were almost dry, finally had a rest time. The non-stop copulation in recent days made him Exhausted, if Vincent hadn't been nourishing his body with dragon blood, he would have been tortured to death in the dragon's nest.
He closed his eyes, and the lingering drowsiness hit him, he was so tired, his consciousness seemed to be submerged by the tide, I don't know how long it had passed, when he felt something touching himself at the lamp, he opened his eyes.
The light-blond long hair was loosely tied behind his head, the man's white fingertips were dipped in light green ointment, the elegant beauty in his field of vision had a slightly more mature face than Eli's, but judging from the rare green eyes of the other party, This is indeed the Pope of the Grand Holy See.
"Little Eli...?"
I plug in, damn it.
Brother Long was hunting birds in the front yard, and Chaodeng caught fire in the back yard.
He was placed on a large hollow bed, the bed frame was inlaid with gold and silver. Compared with the bed, this thing was more like some luxurious torture instrument. His hands and feet were locked with gold chains, and even his waist was also chained. The green ointment exudes a faint herbaceous fragrance, and the fair-haired beauty lowered her head and carefully applied the ointment all over his body.
"Little Eli," he paused towards the lamp, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice: "What are you doing? Where is this?"
"Nine Heavens," Eli's finger touched the fair skin of the Holy Son, his gaze as if looking at something made Chaodeng chill from head to toe: "You are a sacrificial offering."
"Varied-"
Cause and effect is wrong, fail.
"Sacrifice is not qualified to speak," Eli wiped off the ointment left on his fingers. He untied his hair belt, and his long pale golden hair fell into the sight of the lamp. Seeing the boy who was unable to make a sound due to the spell, he looked at him with fear. He raised his eyes slightly and said, "Are you scared?"
"..."
Yes, I'm so scared.
"Since you were afraid, why did you run away?" The hand gathered unpredictable magic elements, and Eli put his palm close to the lamp: "You signed a contract with the red dragon. Realizing how often a knight has been replaced by a dragon, what do you want it to help? Kill a god?"
"..."
"I am a god," Eli said with a faint smile on his lips, "I descended to the world in person, and my power was limited in a mortal body, just to cultivate a holy son who satisfies me. You are my chosen sacrifice." .”
Realizing the strangeness of his body, Chao Deng looked at the Protoss who was close at hand in disbelief. The golden chains jingled as he struggled. Seeing this, Eli pinched his jaw and squeezed the tip of his tongue into Chao Deng's mouth In the middle of the day, the latter whimpered and struggled continuously, and Eli's tongue nimbly sucked his saliva, rubbing the root of his tongue against the lamp. He was trembling convulsively in God's arms, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
His body began to change, the soft and tender high chest, the slightly plump snow buttocks gave birth to thousands of charming flowers, the long black hair of the holy son hung down his shoulders, the snow-colored waist, long legs, and white skin Qiangwei's uneven body exudes intoxicating sexiness everywhere.
"Let me see," the man said, touching his shoulder greedily: "See if the little lamp is developing well."
A pair of hands continued to walk around his body, one left and one right wrapped the plump and upright softness, and the protoss in front of him closed his palms and grabbed it fiercely——
"Well!"
He opened his eyes sharply towards the light.
It's an illusion.
"Comfortable?"
At some point, he was hypnotized by Eli and entered a virtual illusion. There were no such terrible changes in reality. He wanted to wipe away the thin sweat from his eyes, but his wrist was unable to move due to the golden lock.
"It's comfortable." Noticing that Eli had lifted the spell that prohibited him from speaking, he squinted his eyes towards the lamp: "It's so comfortable that I want you to try it too, old pervert."
"Don't be brave," the light-blond protoss blinked his blue eyes, and he bent down: "The potion has entered your body, and when I finish drawing the spell, you will truly become what you were in the illusion just now, and The red dragon you signed the contract is still fighting with the Celestial Clan, so you believe that he can find you after his triumph?"
I believe Brother Long can win, but I doubt whether he can find Lao Tzu.
"Xin," no matter what, he had to pretend, Chao Deng resisted the urge to spit at Eli's delicate little face, and said expressionlessly, "Bet Chao Deng will kill you, pervert Do you believe it or not?"
The cloud flow slowly spread in the fifth heaven, the blood stained the pure white stairs, the Archangel who was chasing the traces of the dragons all the way stopped, he had been seriously injured by the red dragon in the previous battle, after he seemed to sense something, The Dragon Clan who had been entangled with him suddenly turned around and left. After a little thought, Sercia understood where the Red Dragon's abnormal behavior came from.
[The smell of the dragon faded,] Sercia said to another voice in her mind: [He went to the sixth heaven.]
There are traces left by dragons all around, dilapidated temples and charred corpses meandering all over the place, Luodin's lazy voice lost interest: [Keep chasing.]
[If dragons and human gods fight, shouldn't we end up taking them all together?]Sercia seriously said: [When clams and clams fight, the fisherman will benefit, otherwise it would be completely meaningless for us to launch a war.]
[...it's a snipe and a clam, read carefully next time,] the devil sighed helplessly: [The kid is about to be bullied and cry, why don't you collect his body when you're late?]
[Luodin,] Sercia frowned: [Do you not want to sacrifice with a lantern at all?]
Tens of thousands of years ago, the Celestial Clan gave birth to a pair of dazzling twins. Both brothers possessed extraordinary magic power. into a dark hell.
Few people know that the demon king sealed in the Zero Ring is not a complete individual. A part of his soul escaped the control of the soul-guiding tree and attached to the consciousness of his brothers. Luo Ting was the leader on the bright side of the war. , the enemy of the entire heaven, although his fellow brothers are helping him in secret, on the surface, Sercia is still a member of the heavenly clan. Thousands of years ago, they were tempted by power and treachery, so they naturally bore the consequences together. However, the only way the twins found to get Luodin out of the soul-inducing tree was to offer another more satisfying sacrifice to the soul-inducing tree.
The lantern is the only choice that meets the requirements. The moment he opened the "Apocalypse", Sercia was attracted by the strong source of power in him. He first met him at the Summer Carnival in Santera At that time, the remnant soul of Lodin, who had just left from Sercia's consciousness, deliberately fed him the seeds of the soul-inducing tree. Experiments have proved that no one can satisfy the soul-inducing tree more than Chao Deng, and it even doesn't want to return to the tree. After entering Luo Ting's body, he took the lantern to hell to prepare for the sacrifice. All the lords of the thirteen rings cheered for the demon king who was about to return, but no one expected that the demon king finally couldn't bear to use the little ghost with black eyes as a sacrifice.
[Do you want him to die?]
[In no mood.]
Cecia didn't hesitate.
[That's enough, congratulations, we have the same ideas, let's act, brother,] Luo Ting thought for a moment: [There is a barrier between the eighth heaven and the ninth heaven, which is the greatest guarantee for the human gods of all ages to have fun in the ninth heaven. If the red dragon breaks through If the enchantment is lost, he probably won't have the energy to fight human gods, let alone he just fought you.]
[what to do?]
[I send the dragon up,] Luo Ting laughed: [We all know what it means to me to consume so much power at one time, but it is more like a devil than to parasitize on you and wait for the day when you come out. Practice, liking and love are all desires, of course.]
[Luodin,] Sercia frowned: [You will die, I will go to enchant the dragon.]
[If possible, of course I hope you will open the door for him too.]The voice in his head laughed and said, [But you have already suffered such a serious injury, how can any younger brother die earlier than elder brother? Heavenly mother will cry.]
Sercia corrected him: [The Celestial Clan does not rely on viviparous birth.]
[Whatever,] the voice didn't care: [So... do you want to say goodbye to your brother?]
The golden red flames burned the enemies who stepped forward to stop them. Feeling the panic from the other end of the contract, the dragon clan covered with red lotus patterns spit out the blood foam in his mouth. In Jiuchongtian, his deep and shallow gray eyes were full of excitement and imperceptible violence, wherever he walked, charred corpses piled up into a sea.
"Hi, Xiaohong."
The demon's pitch-black bat wings that stopped behind him at some point almost covered the sky, and the space beside the demon was torn apart bit by bit by the constantly jumping arcs. From there, the extravagant scene above the Nine Heavens could be vaguely seen.
The big six-winged demon smiled at the red dragon, the corners of his lips curled up halfway, and his blood-red pupils seemed to contain endless areas. Luo Ting manipulated the arc and shattered the space one step further.
"The little bat has a shortcut, can you go?"