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

Song Nan swallowed and felt the energy filling his body with satisfaction.

He landed on the ground, looked around, and found that the demon that emerged from the shadow was gone, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

{Master, he was sent by the devil to protect you. }

Song Nan licked her red lips and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "I know~ Anyway, the Demon King can create demons and eat a few for me, so you won't blame me... right?" '

{big boss? Qaq, Master, I am so scared when you are like this! }

'Aw. '

Song Nan had no expression on his face, took back his sickle and walked towards the palace.

{Master, are you going back? }

Song Nan lowered his eyes and yawned lazily: "We have walked a lot today, and a good boy cannot run away from home for too long. What's more, we have to prepare well tonight to welcome my dear Demon King." Here~'

He smiled slightly and squinted his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking about. His cheeks gradually turned crimson and his eyes were filled with a faint light: "What should I do?"I like the Demon King more and more, and I look forward to the evening more and more~'

484 tremblingly hugged himself and looked pitifully at the reason for the personality change transmitted by the system.

[The host is successfully transformed into a demon. The demon is naturally obedient to the demon king and regards him as a god. Therefore, when facing the demon king, he will bring a spirit of dedication, that is, he will sacrifice everything for the demon king, including his life. 】

484 was about to cry, but he felt like something was about to change uncontrollably.

……

Song Nan returned to the palace, hummed a tune and walked to the large bathroom. In the innermost part of the bathroom, there was an elf-like statue. The statue was kneeling on the shore, holding a white bottle half the size of a palm in his hands, and there was a continuous flow of warm water. It flows out of the bottle and flows into the imperial pond.

No matter how many times he looked at it, he would always be shocked by the small bottle and couldn't understand why there was so much water in such a small bottle.

Song Nan took off his clothes one by one, walked into the pool, and hummed brisk music to wash himself. Then, he casually put on the pure white shirt hanging on the screen next to him, letting it stick to his skin and get wet by the water droplets. Gradually becomes transparent.

He returned to the master bedroom and wanted to lie down directly, but stopped and used his strength to dry the clothes before he threw himself into the bed comfortably.

Song Nan tugged at the corners of his clothes out of boredom, not knowing what to remember, and began to button the buttons one by one, but left the top two buttons on. Then he looked at the time - there were still three or four hours until the Pope returned.

He yawned, turned over and hugged the quilt tightly, and gradually fell asleep.

……

Song Nan frowned and felt something warm and cool touching his face.

He waved his hand impatiently, but was suddenly grabbed.

"Master Brave..."

[Ding——Character: Sibuel (Pope Demon King) favorability +2, currently: 87]

The pope's voice was low, his fingertips slid across the rose tattoo on his neck, and his throat rolled quietly a few times: "Master Brave."

Song Nan woke up in a daze, saw the deep and strange eyes of the person in front of him, hugged his neck with joy, and almost threw herself into his arms: "Master Demon King! You are back~"

[Ding——Character: Sibuel (Pope Demon King) favorability +1, currently: 88]

The Pope was surprised, aware of the energy in his body, and raised his hand to caress his back.

Song Nan trembled slightly, rubbed his neck, with a thin layer of water in her eyes, and asked blankly: "Master Demon King?"

The pope's eyes were deep, he held his chin, raised his head, looked into those rippling eyes, and said in a low voice, mixed with a bit of muteness: "You have a lot of energy in your body, have you turned into a demon? Can you give it to me? Look at the wings?”

Song Nan's face turned crimson, and he nodded obediently. Then the black wings stretched out from his back and folded them obediently for him to inspect.

The Pope moved inward inch by inch from the tip of the wing, and finally stopped at the base of the wing, and pinched it gently: "It's very healthy."

"Well..." Song Nan unconsciously moved closer to him, grabbed his collar with her fingertips, and pressed her head against his chest impatiently.

The Pope chuckled, retracted his hand, picked up his hair, and kissed his lips. Then, he bent his eyes with a happy expression: "Master Brave, do you need to eat? Or... just start?"

Song Nan slowed down, straightened up and pressed his thin lips, sticking out the tip of her tongue to lick the corners of her mouth: "No need, let's get started~"

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The Pope leaned over, and his long black hair fell down, entangled with the black hair spread on the bed.

Tears overflowed from the corners of Song Nan's eyes, and she stretched out her hands pitifully. The tip of her nose was red, and she said in a muffled voice: "Hug~"

The Pope smiled slightly and gently hugged him: "Okay."

Song Nan's pupils shrank, and she bit his neck. Then she relaxed her strength, kissed the mark on the mark helplessly, and said pitifully: "It hurts..."

The pope's thin lips touched the corners of his wet eyes, sweeping away the tears that fell one after another, and comforted him helplessly: "Be good, just be patient."

Song Nan shrugged her nose, turned her cheek and remained silent, unwilling to look at him, but he would forcefully hold her back and look him in the eye.

Seeing that Song Nan couldn't resist, she bit him in retaliation. After biting, she kissed the wound distressedly, or she hugged him and moved her head closer in confusion, smelling his intoxicating cold fragrance.

……

The pope took his hand, looked at the small crescents printed on the palm, kissed his palm lovingly, interlocked with his fingers: "Song Nan, call my name."

Song Nan was confused and looked at him through the blur of tears: "Master Demon King?"

The Pope picked him up, stroked his long hair soaked in sweat, and repeated softly: "Nannan, call my name."

Song Nan's fingertips trembled as she grabbed onto his neck and swallowed hard: "Si, Si...Buer!"

[Ding——Character: Sibuel (Pope Demon King) favorability +5, currently: 90]

The Pope chuckled and leaned close to his neck. A faint light appeared in his eyes as he gazed at the bright red rose tattoo.

The next second, the wings behind him spread out and folded forward, completely surrounding the two of them.

"Om~"

The black formation quietly emerged, covered the tattoo on his neck, disappeared into it, and disappeared completely in an instant.

Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, and they slumped down on him. His vision went black, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after.

[Ding——Dark energy has been detected and is being absorbed...]

……

Song Nan opened his eyes in a daze and lay under the thin quilt like a dead fish.

The pope walked up to him in a holy white robe and put his hand against him. Black mist floated out of his hand and covered his fair skin, relieving some of the pain: "Nannan, can you eat something?"

Song Nan's eyes were half asleep, and her chin rested on the pillow. She looked sideways at him, with deep dependence in her eyes, and said lazily: "Master Demon King, I don't want to move~"

The Pope smiled, rubbed his head, and said helplessly: "No, get up and eat something."

Song Nan puffed up his cheeks and said angrily: "Humph~ Unless... you hold me!" His blue eyes were shining, and there was a faint smirk on the corner of his mouth.

The Pope smiled slightly, picked him up with the thin quilt, and walked towards the restaurant: "Okay. I ordered someone to make the food you like, and keep it warm for you when you fell asleep... Would it be better to make it again... "

Song Nan rested her head in his arms, listening to him talking to himself, and wanted to go back to the soft big bed to rest, but he was the Demon King and could not disobey him.

Moreover, since absorbing his energy, he found that there was an invisible bond between them. 484 also suddenly told him that the mark of the "god" that was supposed to disappear after a few worlds had become strong again, and there was no way he could do it. eliminate.

In other words, from now on, he is very likely to encounter that "god" again and be restricted by him at all times. He will also uncontrollably admire him and become his dependent.

Song Nan pursed her lower lip.Now his heart and eyes are full of the Demon King, how could he allow another "god" mark to exist in his soul!

484 watched his mood swings and held his forehead helplessly.He didn't know what to do. He didn't expect the Demon King to have such great restrictions on the demons. He was worried that when it was time to leave, Song Nan would give up and choose to stay here like Zhang Shang.

{Master, do you remember that you are leaving this world? }

Song Nan lowered his eyes and huddled up: 'Of course I remember.I want to go out and solve this trouble, and then come back to find the Demon King! '

484's mouth twitched. Although his purpose was a little biased, he still chose to leave this world. Once he leaves the world, the restrictions belonging to this world will disappear and he can regain some sanity. Even if he is still affected, it is better than staying here all the time. in this world……

He didn't want Song Nan to be trapped here. Not to mention the Demon King, if that "god" caught up with him, he wouldn't have to live!