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

Icarus knew that although the little god didn't understand anything, he instinctively felt uneasy.

So compared to Barron, who she had known since she was a child, she was more dependent on him, and she was more willing to tell him her thoughts.

This is exactly what Icarus wanted.

To replace everyone, let her have only him in body and mind, just look at him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Icarus will accompany you wherever Junia wants to go."

"really?"

"Of course, my lord god, I am your most loyal believer, have you forgotten?"

However, the little god was not very happy when he heard this, but lowered his head with his lips pursed.

Icarus raised his eyebrows curiously.

But he didn't ask, but patiently waited for her to speak out.

Because under his teaching, the current little god is no longer afraid to express like before, but will tell him his thoughts in every detail.

Sure enough, the little god turned around very quickly, pinching his priest's uniform.

With those eyes that were so clean that he wanted to pollute them every time, he looked at him without blinking.

She seemed a little hesitant and uneasy, looking at Icarus as if she was eager to find something to rely on.

"Then if I wasn't a god, Priest Icarus wouldn't be by my side."

Hearing this, Icarus felt as if his heart had been torn by something.

That subtle touch and uncontrollable excitement, as well as faint expectations and inexplicable emotions, swept towards him like a tsunami at the same time.

So much so that his eyes couldn't help showing a dark purple light.

He leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice was slightly hoarse and low: "Why do you ask that?"

"because……"

The little god paused, as if he was stopped by the question, thinking about his question.

Icarus knew that he should calmly wait for his prey to step into the trap of his own accord, and he just had to wait.

But he seems to have overestimated his patience.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, he couldn't help clasping her waist tightly.

"Because of what? Huh?" Chasing after her for an answer.

The little god looked at him shyly, then shook his head lightly: "I don't know."

Naturally, this answer could not satisfy Icarus.

"I can't not know."

Obviously she was the one who asked the question first, but he chased after him to answer his question.

The little god was interrupted by him, and forgot about his own problem.

Especially when he got close on purpose, his breath would spray on her face when he spoke, which always reminded her of the picture of him chasing and kissing her.

His cheeks blushed involuntarily, and he didn't dare to meet his eyes, for fear that he would see that he was thinking of some inappropriate pictures.

But who is Icarus, he is deliberately ambiguous to remind the little god how he longed for her, so that he can give the answer he wants.

"My lord, you haven't answered my question yet."

He insisted on a clear answer, and his arms were still around her waist, preventing her from escaping.

The little god had never had a fight with anyone before, so he didn't know how to struggle, but he could only blushed and couldn't speak.

But Icarus couldn't wait, and started coaxing: "Why ask me this question, are you afraid that I will leave you?"

The little god glanced at him quickly, blushed and nodded.

"Why are you afraid of me leaving?"

But men are really greedy, there is another problem after one problem.

The little god shook his head again and said he didn't know.

Icarus only felt a burst of manic depression in his chest, which was difficult to vent, and he was about to go berserk.