Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

The little god probably didn't expect him to ask such a question, and looked up at him in a daze.

After a while, he lowered his head helplessly: "You, what do you want?"

She is very talkative, no wonder she was used by that old guy Barron.

What a poor little boy.

But what did it matter to him?

Icarus let go of her hair and straightened.

"What I want, I'm afraid my lord can't afford it."

The little god pursed his lower lip, as if he was eager to prove that he had merit: "Do you want to purify? I can purify it for you."

Getting the gift of God is the lifelong expectation of the people, and even more so, the people in the church are looking forward to it, so she thought he was the same.

However, upon hearing the word purification, a trace of ridicule flashed in Icarus' eyes.

"Does God know how the purification in the church is done?"

The little god nodded, took his hand, pretended to pour holy water, and wanted to touch his palm and forehead.

Her hands were much smaller than his, and her fingers seemed boneless and soft.

But just when her hand was about to touch his forehead, Icarus stopped her.

"I don't need a gift from God."

The little god felt a little lost, and lowered his head sullenly.

From Icarus' vantage point only her plump red lips could be seen.

She was indeed beautiful, with a pure body and a gorgeous appearance, just like the sharp contrast between white and red.

The petite figure looks very fragile, with a fatal sense of brokenness, which can easily arouse the desire to conquer and sadism in people's hearts, wanting to crush her severely.

Icarus couldn't hide the eager thoughts in his heart, and forced her to the wall.

Whispered: "Do you know, you have something that the devil likes very much, they will come smelling you, and try their best to drag you into hell, making you fall and sink."

Demons love lustful people.

And the human heart is the most vulnerable to the test.

The way those nobles looked at her was the best trap.

The demons will lure the greedy people into the trap until they sell their souls.

Even old guy Barron was no exception.

He thinks he is the supreme pope, but he doesn't know that his soul has already been polluted and darkened.

And she is no exception.

He looked into her bewildered eyes with strong interest: "Let's see how long you can last."

Then he took a step back, and instantly returned to that holy and inviolable appearance, bowed his head slightly towards Gu Ruojiao, and rested his left hand on his chest.

"See you tomorrow, my beloved Junia-sama."

After speaking, he left directly.

*

The next day, when Gu Ruojiao was about to wash herself off, she found that the maids had gone out.

When she looked back, she saw Icarus wearing priestly clothes, holy and peaceful.

She subconsciously covered her chest with her arms, but saw him walking in front of her as if turning a blind eye.

He was already tall, and the feeling of oppression became more obvious when he got close.

The little god took a step back in confusion, but forgot that there was a pond behind him, and almost fell backwards.

She felt a warm palm stick to her lower back, pulling her back.

The force was a bit strong, and she bumped into him due to inertia.

"Well……"

She snorted, her delicate skin was scratched by the accessories on the priest's uniform, and she blushed in the blink of an eye.

But the little god can't care about these things at the moment.

Probably because he had never been so close to anyone before, the little god didn't even dare to raise his head, and his ears couldn't help turning red slowly.

The redness has a tendency to spread to the neck.

Icarus was condescending, taking in all the beautiful scenery with ease.

He let go of her slowly, as if he had brushed the softness unintentionally, and saw that she was about to faint with shame.