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

Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she raised her hand against his chest, furious: "Are you kidding me! You killed my demon!"

The Pope gently let go of him and smiled gently: "You want them to come back?"

As he spoke, he retracted his wings, and black mist surged at his fingertips, falling into a ball on the ground, and then gradually rose up, turning into a butler and a magician.

Song Nan frowned. He already knew that the butler and the magician had left this world. No matter how they changed, they would never be the same. Therefore, he looked at the two "empty shell" demons with even more impatient eyes: "No need." ”

The Pope smiled and withdrew the black mist, and the two demons disappeared instantly.

Song Nan's pupils shrank, and he wrapped his fingertips around them. Seeing them disappear again, the panic of losing the demons surged in his heart.

I don't know since when, he can no longer leave their care, unable to live in the world without the butler...

Song Nan pursed her lower lip, looking quite serious.

The Pope put his fingertips on his furrowed eyebrows and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Song Nan frowned. When he heard these three words, he thought that the housekeeper noticed his emotions and asked the reason, so he reflexively expressed his inner thoughts.

"I wonder how I would survive without you taking care of me."

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The Pope's eyes were deep, he held his chin and rubbed it gently. His voice was gentle and there was no strange emotion: "Do you care about him so much?"

Song Nan was shocked all over. Perhaps his force was too gentle, which made his throat roll unconsciously, and he couldn't bear to take a step back to get away from his fingertips.

"He can give me the life I want."

Song Nan whispered softly, and then mentally began to list the importance of the butler to him: "He is a person who can change his clothes at any time. He will carefully prepare various meals every day. When I am tired from walking, he will take the initiative to hug me. The main thing is that the desserts are very delicious." It’s delicious, the tea is delicious, and I’m very proactive in doing things. It’s a perfect fit for my busty thighs! '

{Master, there is no need for you to attribute your laziness to his kindness. }

Song Nan lazily raised his head and swayed slightly: "I'm so tired~"

The Pope stretched out his hand and gently picked him up. Song Nan immediately hooked his neck and hung his head on his shoulder...

This familiar look made both of them stiff for a moment.

The Pope's face was slightly red, and the black mist surged behind him, gradually turning into the Pope's blond hair.

He turned his head and glanced at him, then said expressionlessly: "You return to the Holy See and continue to be the Pope."

The blond pope nodded and turned to leave, while the black-haired pope stretched out his six wings, held Song Nan and flew into the air, deep into the forest.

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The light black mist formed a barrier, surrounding them and eliminating the noise of the wind.

Song Nan didn't dare to look down, so she could only hug him tightly: "Where are you going?"

The Pope was silent.

He was used to doing whatever he wanted and didn't want to answer his question, but after noticing that his fingers were clenching tighter and tighter, he said softly: "You're tired, I'll take you to rest. The human kingdom can't go for the time being, and the elven kingdom is empty. It can be used as a stronghold.”

He glanced at his white fingertips, supported his body with the bottom pair of wings, and retracted his arms slightly so that they were close to him: "Don't be afraid, we will be there soon."

Song Nan buried her head in his chest, so close that she could smell the faint cold fragrance on his body.

He lowered his eyes, a little at a loss, afraid that if he continued to be so gentle, he would be tempted to forgive him.

{Master, forgive him~ You have to be with him anyway, so it would be more comfortable to lie down and enjoy it. }

The tips of Song Nan's ears were red, and his whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move: "Shut up." '

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{Hohoho, Master, you are blushing~}

'roll'

……

The Pope flew into the palace of the Elf Kingdom and frowned as he looked at the furnishings that contained a hint of light.

He lowered his head, and sure enough, the person in his arms showed signs of discomfort to the power of light.

Song Nan pinched his collar and moved it impatiently.

The power of light in the room suppressed the dark energy in his body, making him feel like his body was wrapped in something, clinging to his skin, and he was about to be suffocated.

The Pope folded his wings, and the black mist behind him spread rapidly. Immediately, the power of light in the room collapsed and was covered with a faint power of darkness. The young man in his arms also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and became much better behaved.

He put Song Nan on the soft black bed, looked at the messy clothes on his body, and his fingertips trembled.

Song Nan suddenly felt empty, and the cold air stimulated his skin, causing him to curl up unconsciously.

The pope's eyes darkened, his throat rolled, and he chuckled. The last note was slightly raised like a hook, and he said with some bad intentions: "Pink~"

"What..." Song Nan's cheeks quickly became crimson, and the blush spread quickly, covering her fair and tender body in an instant.

He looked at him with wide eyes and disbelief, shivering and huddled up, with tears in his eyes, and hugged himself pitifully: "How could you do this..."

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The pope's face turned slightly red, he coughed slightly, covered him with the corners of the quilt, and turned his head as if to escape: "You rest first, I will deploy the demons under my command, and it's time to prepare a betrothal gift for you."

As he spoke, he walked towards the balcony filled with soft moonlight. He suddenly remembered something and wrapped a wisp of black mist around his ankle. He urged it to extend and tied one end to the pillar at the end of the bed. He nodded with satisfaction: "Wait for me. Come back, my queen."

Song Nan didn't even know when he left.

He buried his head in the quilt, covered his crimson cheeks with his hands, and was about to cry without tears: "484 I am too embarrassed to see anyone."

"boom!"

A red sickle appeared.

He half-sited up, grabbed the sickle, and said gloomily: "Kill him..."

{Owner!calm!Now he can't stand just looking at you, what will he do in the future? }

Song Nan was stunned, shaking the gray chain around his ankle, listening to the clattering sound, and puzzled: "What will happen next?"

{Ahem, if you want to form a contract, your energy must not be too different, and the devil wants to transfer energy to you. Judging from the devil's character and the most efficient method, that method is the fastest... uh cough cough cough. }

Song Nan paused, a little confused, and the sickle in his hand gradually disappeared: "That way?"

He was suddenly shocked, his face turned red, the sickle condensed again, and he slashed at the chain, but was bounced away by the black mist: "No! 484, let me out."

484 is helpless: {Master, you know I can’t do qaq. }

Song Nan clenched his fist and hammered the bed with all his strength. Tears of shame and anger filled his eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "I like the delicate and soft kind, but he is too big, so I can't."

{ha?Which type do you like?But...} Isn’t it a collision?

Song Nan frowned, and seeing that he couldn't get away, he shrank into the bed like a broken pot, and whispered softly: "Although I don't know much, I am a gong! Even if I am a little shorter, I am definitely a gong!"

{…}

484 swallowed, looked at his current pink appearance from God's perspective, and immediately rejected it: impossible.

So, who gave him the illusion?

Stand up and get beaten!