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

When Song Nan heard this, the tears flowed even more fiercely: '484, he is even more terrifying!You want to smash me up and throw me out to feed the fish! '

{Master, don’t just listen to half of what someone says, and you’re focusing on the wrong thing! }

He was at a loss, and there was panic in his usually indifferent eyes.

He had forgiven him very kindly, but he did not receive the expected thanks. Instead, his beautiful eyes became more aggrieved and tears fell more and faster.

"I, I..." He was at a loss, not knowing what to do. He could only stand awkwardly on the spot, constantly wiping the corners of his crimson eyes, trying to stop the tears rolling out, preferably not to flow out again.

The tentacles pounded the ground in fear, shaking the palace violently.

Song Nan was unstable and staggered forward.

"Be careful." A cold hand appeared and gently held his slender white waist to stop him from falling further.

Song Nan's pupils shrank, and she grabbed his hand reflexively to steady herself.

His breathing was a little rapid, and his heart was still beating slightly in panic, which also amplified the heat of the rose tattoo on his neck.

Song Nan slowed down, turned around in his arms, raised her hand to press on his chest, touched the soft and comfortable fabric, and asked, "Is there any light?"

He narrowed his red eyes and said in a dissatisfied tone: "I don't like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tentacle rolled up a luminous pearl and placed it on Song Nan's cheek, allowing him to see the surrounding scene clearly.

He pursed his lower lip, watching the tentacles go against his will again, and snorted coldly, but did not recall the tentacles, shifted his gaze, and acquiesced to its behavior.

Song Nan noticed his awkward mood and couldn't help but chuckle. He stretched out his hand to poke the slippery tentacles and smiled slightly: "Thank you."

His pupils narrowed and he snorted again. However, a few more tentacles moved over, carrying large luminous pearls, and held them next to Song Nan, completely illuminating his fair body and the slightly ferocious words printed on his delicate skin. Strangulation marks.

Song Nan's eyes widened, and he hugged himself tremblingly. He raised his head pitifully, stretched out his hand, carefully tugged on his cuffs, and asked softly: "Can you... give me some clothes?"

His fingertips trembled slightly, he looked into those aqua blue eyes, and said indifferently: "I have no... obligation to serve mankind..."

However, before he finished speaking, the tentacles fished out a soft white robe from nowhere and handed it to him.

He looked unhappy, and couldn't bear to pinch the tentacles, pinching them until they shriveled up and flopped aside.

His brows relaxed slightly, he released his tentacles, picked up the white robe hanging at the top, looked at Song Nan, and said in a cold tone: "Raise your hands."

Song Nan paused and did not move immediately. It was when his red eyes gradually became cold that he pouted, raised his arms, and whispered: "You are so fierce~"

He hesitated for a moment, then held his hand, carefully helped him put down his robe, and gently helped him close the skirt of his clothes. He coldly snorted with an expressionless face: "Human, don't push yourself too far. You are just my sacrifice. Remember yourself." status."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, blinked, and softened his voice, his tone full of innocence: "Then when I see you, do I have to kneel down and salute you? Do I need to use honorifics for you? Also, what should I call you? you?"

He suddenly thought about something, put his arms around his neck with his tiptoes, slightly arched his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, and spoke solemnly into his ear one word at a time: "My - 'God, Ming', Da, Ren?"

"boom!"

The tentacles smashed the ground violently, and then curled up into a ball, seeming to be mixed together shyly.

"No need to kneel down, no need to salute, and no need for honorifics."

The tips of his ears were dyed with a faint blush, he coughed slightly, stretched out his hand, "teared" off Song Nan, and held his body up. When he saw that he was standing firm, he reluctantly let go of him, pressed his lower lip, and said indifferently: " You overstepped your bounds."

The corner of Song Nan's mouth was slightly raised, he raised his fingertips, put them against his lips, and then put out the tip of his tongue to gently lick the fingertips. His eyes were half-drowsed, and his charming eyes were as silky as silk, and he said jokingly: "Then~ Lord 'God', what do you want?" How to punish me, the sacrifice for the following crimes~"

"Oh!"

"噙叽~"

The tentacles collided with each other, and after the violent sound, they all shrank, like deflated balloons, falling limply to the ground.

He tilted his head, and his black hair barely touched his ears, making his crimson earlobes more obvious.

Seeing his young reaction, Song Nan chuckled, then leaned close to his chest, looked at the position of his chest, and said softly: "If Lord 'God' doesn't dare, I can take the initiative~"

He frowned, stretched out his hand to resist his increasingly wanton movements, and said seriously with red cheeks: "I am kind and I won't do anything to you, so you can rest assured."

Song Nan raised her eyebrows, tapped his chest with her fingertips, tilted her head, and smiled brightly: "But, I really want to do something to you~my Lord God~"

He was stunned, feeling the throbbing from his heart and the strong warmth in his heart. A feeling beyond his control grew like mushrooms after a spring rain, and instantly occupied his entire mind.

He couldn't help but grab his hand, inserting the pale and cold fingertips into his fingers, touching the warm palm, and interlocking with his fingers.

"Little sacrifice, what's your name?"

Song Nan looked at his slender fingers, bent his fingertips, clasped his hand, felt the coolness in his palm, and smiled slightly: "My name is Song Nan, Lord 'God', you can call me Nan Nan~"

He half-closed his eyes and said softly in a low voice: "Nannan, I...it's so strange..."

He pointed to his heart, feeling a little at a loss: "It beats so frequently here, it feels like it's broken."

Hearing this, Song Nan smiled brightly, put an arm around his waist, came close to his chest, measured his head, and placed his ear against his heart, listening to the beating of his heart under the fabric and the same burning warmth that quietly emerged on his shoulders, My own heart could not help but beat according to the frequency of his beating.

He raised his head, looked into those scarlet eyes, and saw clearly the ignorance and strong love in his eyes. He unconsciously hooked his neck, stood on tiptoes, and pressed his red lips on his thin red lips. She said with nostalgia: "I like you too~ I like and care about you more than I thought."

His pupils shrank, and he no longer restricted the instinct of the tentacles. He allowed them to wrap around the young man's body, holding him firmly in his arms, wanting to blend with each other like this until the world collapsed...

"like."

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Song Nan lazily leaned on Him, raised his hand, and yawned unconsciously.

He hugged his waist quietly, his mind and eyes full of the young man in his arms, and he naturally forgot that he just wanted to come back and continue sleeping in the first place.

Suddenly, his eyes froze and his fingertips tightened slightly uncontrollably.

Song Nan noticed his movements, patted the back of his hand gently, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

He lowered his eyes, held his hand, and played with the soft and slender fingers carefully: "Someone has entered the silent place of my power, trying to break the barrier and let it out."

Song Nan was stunned, recalling that Yu Yuze was nowhere to be seen, and couldn't help but wonder if he had discovered something.

He noticed that he was distracted, and there was a little dissatisfaction between his brows. He gently pinched his fingertips, turned his attention back to him, and continued: "When the power is released, there will be some small troubles, but , I can solve it."

Song Nan paused, raised his head, and met those red eyes, which were glowing faintly. Due to the viewing angle, the eyelids were slightly lowered, covering up the expression in the eyes, leaving only an indifferent scarlet color, which looked cold in the darkness. Incomparable.

"My power has produced autonomous consciousness, and it is this that the people on the shore want to awaken."

He pursed his lower lip and spoke in a bad tone.

"Originally, it was just out of curiosity and went to the shore to satisfy some small wishes of humans. However, human desires were dirty and bottomless, completely polluting it and turning it into a monster with only power in its eyes..."

"My only family member is Mackerel. As a 'god', he doesn't have enough faith. Because he has satisfied human desires for a long time, he gained the power of faith and forcibly separated from me and became a new 'god'."

"I thought it would be satisfied, but I didn't expect it to attack me and try to swallow my power. I had no choice but to fight with it and spend hundreds of years sealing it under the sea, but I fell into a deep sleep because of this - until you Come to me."

Song Nan lowered his eyes, a little annoyed that he was unconscious before, and felt that he had missed a lot.

He held Song Nan's hair and sniffed the faint fragrance emanating from it: "The mackerel will come soon. Although he got entangled with the humans on the shore for some reason, fortunately he didn't do anything inappropriate... However, he has been a little weird recently. Before I fell asleep, I clearly told him not to bring humans to my territory, but he always brought humans over to disturb my sleep... He started to be disobedient."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "How did you communicate with him while you were sleeping?"

His fingertips trembled, and the black hair slipped quietly from between his fingers: "Power... I will not wake up or appear during my sleep. I can only respond instinctively, or strip away part of my power and make decisions on my behalf. Directly convey the order to Mack..."

His pupils narrowed: "You mean..."

Song Nan frowned: "It's possible. After all, you are essentially the same person. If it wakes up early and uses you to induce others while you are asleep, it can indeed achieve its goal without being discovered."