Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

Song Nan stood in front of the butler, holding the stone pillar with his hands covered by his. Unlike expected, he easily pulled out the stone pillar, but the huge aura in the shrine did not move at all, as if the stone pillar was just a simple decoration.

He frowned and stared blankly at the stone pillar in his palm.

The steward's golden eyes dimmed, he walked to the dark purple aura in the center of the shrine, and stretched out his hand.

"嘙"

There was a soft muffled sound, and his hand suddenly flicked away.

The butler raised his hand and stared at the burnt blackness on his fingertips. He felt that his gloves had been damaged a bit recently.

"Meow~"

A black cat walked elegantly under the dark purple aura, and then dived into it.

Song Nan was stunned, reaching out to grab the dark purple aura, and then, his figure also fell inside.

The butler's pupils shrank suddenly. He held his hand and suddenly felt a huge pulling force constantly pulling the young man, trying to pull him inside. Moreover, with his strength, he was unable to pull the young man out, and could only ease him into the darkness. The speed of Zhongzhong!

"嘙~"

The dark purple aura surged, flicking the butler away and swallowing the young man completely.

The housekeeper stood quietly on the spot, his golden eyes calm and unwavering. Only the black mist rolling around, wrapping the entire shrine and swallowing everything outside, could show that he was so irritable that he could hardly control himself.

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Song Nan opened his eyes, and in his arms, Gabuchel licked his fingers, urging him to wake up.

He paused, stood up, looked around, and then found that they had arrived at a strange place.

There is a clear distinction between light and dark here, half as bright as day and half as dark as night. Even the plants on the ground are half lush and half withered.

Song Nan was confused and was about to find someone to ask about the situation when a familiar person appeared in his field of vision. The person was holding a scimitar and was a little surprised when he saw his figure.

"You are..." Zhang Shang looked into his blue eyes, looking a little dazed, "Song Nan? Aren't you in the Elf Kingdom?"

He retracted his scimitar, his hair was wet and dripping with sweat, he walked over to him, sat down, looked in the direction of the dark night, and asked curiously.

Song Nan was stunned, the hot aura emanating from his body floated in the wind.

He paused, caressed Gabuchel's back, and responded softly: "I have destroyed all the altars in the Elf Kingdom. On the way back to the Holy See, I met another wave of brave men and something happened when I helped them destroy the altars. When you wake up, I will already be here."

Zhang Shang nodded, lay down on his back, pressed down on the tall grass, savored the tingling sensation on his back, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "That's it."

Song Nan looked at his cheerful and sunny eyebrows, and looked around with some surprise, looking for another person.

"Brother is not here. He is at the Dark Altar. He will come to me when he pulls out the stone pillar." Zhang Shang said lazily.

Song Nan raised his eyebrows: "Are you so confident about leaving him alone?"

Zhang Shang smiled brightly: "My brother has become stronger since his resurrection and no longer needs my protection. Moreover, the more dark energy he absorbs, the stronger his soul becomes."

His eyes were blazing: "In order to keep my brother alive, I gave him the task of destroying the altar and let him absorb all the energy. After the altar is cleared, I will find a way for my brother to swallow the devil and become the new devil. I will I can stay here with my brother forever."

Song Nan tilted her head and stared at him, curiously asking: "Do you plan to stay in this world?"

The corners of Zhang Shang's lips curled up with alarming madness: "I just want to stay with my brother, it doesn't matter which world. If the players dare to take action against my brother, then I will kill them before they grow up... Or, I might as well not let you complete your mission and stay here with me."

Song Nan frowned, narrowed his narrow eyes, smiled warmly, and could not see any negative emotions: "This is not possible. I don't want to stay in any world yet."

Zhang Shang's expression remained unchanged. When he saw the gloomy young man walking in the distance, he sat up and waved brightly: "Then you will leave the world the moment the current Demon King dies."

Song Nan lowered his eyes, put his fingertips against the tip of the grass, feeling the sharp sting, and responded softly: "I have something to do and need to stay in this world for a while."

Zhang Shang took back his hand: "No need to discuss?"

Song Nan raised his hand, stared at the scarlet dot on his fingertips, and said lightly: "Do you want your brother to become an ordinary demon? No need to be entangled with world tasks, and just live with you peacefully?"

Zhang Shang paused and turned his head to look at him: "What method do you have?"

Song Nan's lips curled up slightly: "Become my dark believer. I will let my believers provide you with energy and maintain your brother's condition. The condition is - design the Pope to become the devil and kill him."

"The Pope?" Zhang Shang was stunned. He caught the young man who rushed towards him and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the sweat from his forehead. "The Pope should only be related to the second mission."

Song Nan curled his lips, rubbed Gabuchael's furry belly, and muttered in a low voice: "I just feel unhappy with him. Besides, it's so troublesome to find the truth, so it's better to create one yourself and kill him on the way."

He raised his eyes, raised his red lips, and stared directly at the two of them with unstoppable malice: "There is a strange altar in the human kingdom. We can use it to stain the holy pope. We can't help but look at him." He is not an enemy of the Holy See of faith. In the end, it will be interesting to see whether he will help the Holy See out of compassion, or whether he will passively seal it, or follow the devil's will and start a war... Isn't it interesting?"

Song Nan stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips: "How fun~"

Zhang Shang was silent for a moment and chuckled: "As long as I can live with my brother, I don't care about the rest."

Song Nan nodded, stood up, carried Gabchel, and smiled slightly: "So, do you know how to go back? We need to speed up the progress."

Zhang Xia paused and said calmly: "After I pulled out the stone pillar, whirlpools appeared where the stone pillar was originally nailed, as if it was connected to another altar."

Song Nan's eyes lit up with joy: "Then let's leave quickly."

Hearing this, Zhang Shang picked up Zhang Xia and followed him towards the land of darkness.

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Song Nan stood in the dilapidated shrine, staring at the slowly rotating vortex in the center of the ground, and stretched out his hand suddenly. Then, a faint black mist floated out from it, wrapped around his fingertips, and rubbed his fingers happily. belly.

He paused and asked softly: "Si Bai?"

The black mist moved up and down slightly and curled up on his finger, gently pulling it down.

Song Nan turned around and smiled brightly: "Let's go, it's safe down there."

After saying that, he jumped down into the whirlpool, and after feeling intense weightlessness and dizziness, he fell into a warm embrace.

"Master, you are back." The butler's gentle voice sounded from above. Then, he stepped aside and gave the young man who was following him enough room for two people to stand.

Song Nan hugged his neck and rubbed his cheek affectionately: "Si Bai, I miss you so much~"

The housekeeper smiled brightly, and the black mist around him gradually retracted, releasing the unconscious players inside, leaving only a thin layer covering the dark purple aura in the center of the shrine, suppressing its spread.

Song Nan tilted his head to stare at the dark purple aura and tilted his head: "Si Bai, let's invite the Pope over? Only the brave are exposed to the darkness outside, and the Pope is still hiding in the sacred. How boring~"

The butler's mouth curled up slightly, his golden eyes shrank like needle threads, and he responded softly: "As ordered~"