Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Tears had long dried up in the corners of his eyes, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. What faced him was Saint Lorne's holy, gentle and handsome face.

That heart-thrilling and handsome face was now looking ferocious and terrifying in Shi Rong's eyes. He rubbed his stomach in grievance, anger arose in his heart, and he kicked him away with his leg.

"Hey, it hurts..."

The ankle was grabbed by Saint Lorne, and the little succubus failed to make a sneak attack. Instead, it affected the wound behind him, and his eyes suddenly filled with water. He pursed his lips, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Would he have run away if he hadn't been ugly there? After all, isn't it all St. Lorne's fault? Moreover, it was obviously St. Lorne who pretended to be a harmless lamb and deceived him first...

The body was suddenly covered with a layer of holy light, and the pain disappeared instantly. Shi Rong blinked and felt a glimmer of hope: "Saint Lorne, can you let me go?"

Saint Lorn tightened his fingers and rubbed the two little horns of the little succubus, and said in a light voice: "Your Excellency Shi Rong, I feel that you are not full yet..."

!!!

Shi Rong's eyes widened in horror, and he felt a little sore in his lower back. He backed away with difficulty: "I'm kidding, Saint Lorne! I'm full, I'm really full!"

Woohoo, why was he confused by Saint Lorne's face? He used to sympathize with his mother, but now, he is much more pitiful than her!

Saint Lorne let go of his little horns and put his arms around Shi Rong's waist.

Shi Rong looked well-behaved and motionless. But the little peach heart behind him hit St. Lorne's arm with a "slap", showing his displeasure.

Saint Lorne closed his eyes, sighed, and whispered something in Shi Rong's ear.

Shi Rong looked unbelieving, "Mine is very beautiful..."

Saint Lorne had a headache. A succubus didn't even understand this. He really doubted how Shi Rong's parents taught him, "You are a special case."

Shi Rong curled his lips in disgust and felt his waist was a little sore again, "Huh! I've never seen anyone else's..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Tao's heart was pinched hard. Saint Lorne smiled coldly, his eyes full of threats: "Do you still want to see other people's?"

No matter how stupid you are, you should know that you shouldn't speak at this time. Shi Rong pursed his lips and didn't look at others. How could he know if Saint Lorne was lying to him?

Saint Lorne really wanted to lock Shi Rong here forever, but he knew that if he was really locked up for a lifetime, this vindictive little succubus would definitely hate him to death.

Fortunately, the little succubus was not too smart. Saint Lorne's eyes darkened slightly and his tone became lowered: "Little succubus, let's settle the accounts now."

You locked him on the bed, bullied him, and you still want to settle a score with him? Shi Rong raised his head angrily and saw Saint Lorne with his eyes lowered, his face pale and his expression fragile.

The words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

St. Lorne noticed Shi Rong's gaze, and his eyelashes trembled a few times: "I swore to the God of Light that I would never marry again. It was you who kept pestering me, seducing me, and making me fall in love."

Shi Rong was speechless.

He, he, he seemed to think that St. Lorne's appearance suited his taste. He was gentle and kind, easy to bully and deceive, so...

Saint Lorne raised his eyes, his blue eyes were gentle and clear, like a flawless gemstone, emitting a moving soft light, "Rongrong, that was my first time."

Thinking of what happened that night, Shi Rong still felt a little aggrieved.

He really loves beauty and feels that every part of himself is perfect, but unexpectedly, Saint Lorne is completely different from him: "Me too..."

St. Lorne didn't want to get entangled with this idiot, so he continued: "When I woke up and saw you weren't there, I thought something had happened to you."

Shi Rong shrank his neck, feeling a little guilty. After sleeping with someone, he ran away without saying hello. There seemed to be something wrong...

"I found Gogia. No, to be more precise, he should be called Carlyle."

Catching the shock in Shi Rong's eyes, Saint Lorne ruffled Shi Rong's hair: "Rong Rong is curious, how do I know he is Kyler?"

Before Shi Rong could speak, Saint Lorne replied: "I have discovered it a long time ago. I just saw that you and Gogia are close, and I didn't want you to be sad because of him, so I hid the matter."

Shi Rong was stunned. For the Holy Son to come forward, the matter of Carlyle must be extremely important. He wondered blankly, could St. Lorne do this for himself?

But why? Shi Rong didn't understand. It was obvious that he and Saint Lorne had not known each other for a long time. Even if the follow-up development was rapid, it was not to the point of violating the temple's instructions for him, right?

"His Majesty the Pope is looking for Carlyle for the magic of rejuvenation." St. Lorne turned his face sideways, as if he wanted to hide his inner sadness, "But... I let him down in the end."

"His Majesty the Pope finally returned to the embrace of the God of Light, leaving me with only one magic crystal."

Shi Rong was completely stunned.

St. Lorne hugged Shi Rong tightly, looking downcast: "That day, I suffered too many blows, and my soul was hurt. Sometimes, I couldn't control my behavior at all."

At that moment, Rong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind was in a mess and he could not sort out his thoughts.

Did St. Lorne... not lie to him?

Could it be that he was indeed gentle and kind, but his temperament changed drastically because he was hit by his departure and the death of the Pope?

But, but...he has become too thorough, right?

The little succubus frowned. She felt pity for Saint Lorne, but also felt unbelievable that he had changed so much. She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Saint Lorne's lips lost color, and his eyes were full of possession and desire for Shi Rong. He murmured softly: "Now, I only have you, Rong Rong."

The conscienceless little succubus felt a little guilty. A gentle and kind-hearted saint had been tortured into this by him. He pursed his lips and said, "Saint Lorne, you..."

"Stop talking, Rong Rong." St. Lorne stretched out his fingers and blocked Shi Rong's mouth. His eyes were extremely paranoid, "I will not let you leave."

"But I will be bored here all the time." The little succubus felt guilty for turning a gentle and kind-hearted Holy Son into such a worried and abnormal behavior.

Shi Rong carefully discussed with Saint Lorn, fearing to irritate him again: "Can I follow you? I won't run away..."

St. Lorne closed his eyes with a fragile expression: "Can I still trust you?"

Shi Rong was anxious, but he still had some conscience. Even if he wanted to run away, he would have to heal St. Lorne before running away. "I don't have to take off this anklet that traps magic power!"

Saint Lorne hooked up slightly and quickly returned to his original state.

"Rong Rong, I believe you."