Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

The little guy opened the same red eyes as his parents and looked straight at Zhu Baishao. When she stretched out her hand to touch his face, she took the initiative to reach out and grabbed Zhu Baishao's index finger.

The moment the little guy's extended finger touched Zhu Baishao's index finger, it turned into a golden tentacle and wrapped around it tightly.

Zhu Baishao was startled at first, then smiled, and gently stroked the thin tentacles on his index finger with his thumb.

Samael looked on, his heart filled with an unspeakable joy.

His lover, his child.

"Let's call him Carlos from now on." Zhu Baishao pursed her lips and smiled.

Carlos, derived from Spanish, symbolizes a free man.

Samael felt that the newly born child could be regarded as the son of God, and he should choose the name of God when he grew up. After all, he got the name himself.

Samael, the accuser, tempter, and destroyer, symbolizes anger and death.

But when he saw the interaction between Zhu Baishao and the child, he suddenly felt that this was also good.

Carlos be Carlos.

Zhu Baishao still had a gentle smile on her face, but her body had begun to tremble strangely, and her whole body felt as if it could break at the touch of a touch.

Then a trace of blood slipped quietly from the corner of her lips.

Samael was startled.

Then more and more blood flowed out from the corners of Zhu Baishao's mouth, staining the white nightgown on her chest red.

"Del! What's wrong with you?"

Samael stepped forward to support Zhu Baishao's shaky body. His face was extremely ugly. On his already pale face, traces of tenderness and tenderness just appeared in his bloody pupils. The panic that he had ignored before came overwhelmingly in his heart. Tightly wrapped around him.

His power slightly penetrated Zhu Baishao's body, and he felt the decay inside - that was not the state that a human woman who had just turned 20 should be in.

"How could it be? Didn't I eat my body for you?"

Samael's eyes were cold, and he immediately cut off a few of his tentacles. Before he could cook them, he was about to stuff them into Zhu Baishao's mouth.

But the tentacle was too big, so Samael lowered his head to bite off a piece of the tentacle and fed her mouth to mouth.

Zhu Bai Shao didn't resist, because her body was really exhausted, only one skin was intact, and the rest had long been broken.

Before the tentacle could be swallowed, Zhu Baishao spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, which seemed to be mixed with broken internal organs.

She pushed Samael's frozen hand, looked at his black robe covered in blood that she had spit out, and cursed in her heart, he deserved it.

On the surface, he half-raised his eyelids and met Samael's eyes.

It was also at this time that Zhu Baishao was surprised to find that the man's pupils had turned a dull red. It was not a dark red with a dark mist, but a rich red that was almost black. There seemed to be some kind of storm brewing inside.

I wish Bai Shao not be afraid.

She is like a rose that blooms at its most splendid, and becomes more decadent and beautiful as it withers.

Yeyan's smile slowly bloomed, and Zhu Baishao stuck out her tongue to lick the blood from her lips, as if she was not the one who vomited blood, but she had become a demon who drank other people's blood.

Although she looked beautiful and charming, Samael felt his heart getting colder and colder. His pale fingertips trembled slightly. He couldn't help but lower his head and looked at the unknown person with a fierce look. He also grabbed the card that Zhu Baishao was playing with his index finger. Los.

It was all because of giving birth to this guy that Zhu Baishao, the maternal body, was spared. So, if she eats Carlos, will she be able to replenish her body?

Just when his eyes were getting more and more crazy and unkind, Zhu Baishao called him out.

"I must admit that compared to existences like you, we humans are really weak and fragile, ahem... and the law of this world has always been that the weak eat the strong, and the weak obey the strong..."

"Even if I am unhappy with it, I can't resist you, and I can't even commit suicide... But my life still belongs to me after all. This time, I can choose whether to end it."

"Carlos... Samael, you have to take good care of him..."

After saying the last sentence, Zhu Baishao began to cough up blood uncontrollably. His face turned from rosy to gray in an instant, and he saw that he could not survive.

Samael held Zhu Baishao's hand and was speechless for a moment.

His purple-black hair began to grow wildly, and it had turned into a rich black color, like demonic vertical pupils. Behind him was an out-of-control and crazy black shadow, and there were tentacles spread out under him that could cover the sky, and there were densely packed strange protrusions on them. , a pair of blood pupils opened, each with a ferocious and crazy look.

"Dell, good boy, I can save you."

"I will share half of my power with you, so that you can become as transcendent a being as me..."

His throat was dry, and he was carefully transferring power into Zhu Baishao's body with his hands, trying to repair her body.

But he is the ruler of the old days, and his power is disordered. Without the little guy in his belly as a transit, it is a source of destruction that the human body cannot withstand or absorb.

Zhu Bai Shao couldn't help but groan in pain as the granules inside her body grew, gradually turning into tentacles out of control.

She cursed in her heart, she was going to die, and if Samael still tortured her, he should be sentenced to a wifeless prison sentence and must be executed immediately.

Samael retracted his hand at a loss.

Zhu Baishao used her last strength to touch Carlos' soft golden hair, and said in a weak voice, "The world is turbid, and love and sin sing together... Who is not burdened with sin..."

Then her bright red eyes gradually lost their luster, their pupils became dilated, and her whole body leaned feebly into Samael's chest.

No more sound.

The air in the room was as cold as stagnant. Samael just frowned and froze in place, feeling the warm body in his arms gradually become colder.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that his eyes became unbearably dry, as if he was about to shed tears if he blinked his eyelashes lightly.

Samael raised his hand to touch his cheek, and his fingertips touched traces of cold water.

Ah, it turns out he really cried.

His bright red lips were no longer as bright as before, and with a slight tremor, Samael pursed his lips and called out in a hoarse voice: "Del."

There was no response for a long time.

He continued: "You come back to life, come back to life and I will let you kill me..."

Still no response.

Samael seemed to suddenly sense something, and the tentacles behind him rushed towards a certain place in the space.

How can a foreigner who is living in this world and has a wandering soul without a soul after death?

And the strange white dove at the beginning seemed to be connected with her soul...

So her body is dead but her soul is not?

Samael stared at the void with a sinister expression on his face. His red and black eyes on his cold and stern appearance became cold and cruel, full of the desire for destruction.

There seemed to be some pleading that he didn't want to admit.