[System] I heard that I rely on the face of the king

The light of dawn is projected onto the city where the gods are sleeping, and the clouds are like naughty children peeling off the top layers of the gothic buildings in the center of the sky city, revealing the blue sky and the golden sunlight.

The magnificent and splendid temples are engraved with dragons and are located at the highest coordinates of the city of the sky. This is the place where the entire gods have the most gods. Here are gathered all creatures that yearn for light, elves and angels. A priest who merged with the gods, serving and supreme ruler at the same time.

Various alien creatures and humanoids of various races are peacefully stationed here, and they wake up every day to the sound of the bell tower at the highest point of Yunting Temple.

The person buried in the velvet quilt stretched out his white and tender fingers while grabbing the long silver hair while turning over whimperingly. The god attendant who had been waiting by his side for a long time carefully dug him out from the soft quilt with all his might.Dreamy phantoms flew around the young man, making the young man stretch out his smooth and white calf from the bed and kick away the servant who was about to poach him.

Being kicked to the point where the servant dared not make a sound and stood up, this process happened every day, as long as the boy got a little impatient, he would beat and scold them at every turn.

It's just that no one can bear to criticize the Holy Son, because he looks too evil.

Eyes still closed, the beautiful beauty looks like a night elf in a misty forest. Every part of her body wrapped in silk and satin is not perfect. When the man was dug out, the god-like man with a powerful aura fused with gods came in from the outside and re-melted that weak body into the feather quilt.

The servants of the gods left the room silently, and the man curled his lips and looked at the little things under the blanket and frowned, knowing that he must have been disturbed by those elves again.

Gently stretched out his fingers and flicked for a while, those lights and shadows jumped out of the window in fright, which made the little thing in the bed fall into a deeper sleep.

"Zhen'er." He embraced the soft and boneless body, buried his head in the young man's neck, indulging in the fragrance that even the gods were intoxicated with.

Bite lightly, and the blood droplets that popped out immediately gave off a strong fragrance, which is addictive like drugs, making the man obsessively suck his blood in big mouthfuls to soothe his inner restlessness.

The boy who had fallen into a deep sleep suddenly opened his glazed eyes wide and looked at the white dome carved with various angels and gods.

The voice was naturally charming and lazy, "Holy Father, you are back."

This made the man sharply pause his movements, propped himself up and wrapped all the little things under his body, curled his lips and smiled, and took a deep breath, "It seems that you have a good life when I'm not around? What's in your body? It's all the fragrance of the devil."

The young man narrowly stretched his long velvet eyelashes, his pupils were full of teasing, he raised his legs and arched his well-shaped insteps to push away the distance between them, but he acted coquettishly:

"Holy Father, Zhen'er misses you so much. You know, those light elves disappear at night, but those little things haunt me like tarsal maggots."

"That thing is really disgusting." The man didn't seem to mind at all and put his palm on the boy's wound. In less than a second, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The incomparably gorgeous face was magnified in front of him, the young man showed his smooth forehead, and the gemstones on his earlobes shone brightly. He looked like a cute and docile cat, but in fact he was more cunning than a little wild cat.

He picked up the young man, obviously his body couldn't host the gods, but he was so light and beautiful. There was always some beauty endowed by the goddess of life and the witch of the night at the same time, holy and decadent.

Such a young man is obviously more terrifying than a demon, but countless people flock to him, because his blood can fascinate the gods and increase their divine power greatly.

He is the Holy Son of Sky City, the belief of all the people of the gods.

And the man who owns him is the pope who has integrated the power of the most powerful god. That man is an existence more important than the king in Sky City, and the object of worship that everyone believes in.

The gods are between humans and gods. They have a longer life than humans, and gods need their bodies to live perfectly.

It is said that most of these people will serve the gods and become priests, and some will stay with the humanoid king of Yunting and become knights.They live in the Yunting Temple towering into the sky in the sky city, and their ruler may only be the god-like human snow priest king with low ability.

Ordinary humanoids only have black feather imprints on their bodies. Their abilities are low, and they use their wisdom more.The priests are white, and only the supreme priest and the pope have silver wings.

And every hundred years, it is the Pope who takes the place of the Snow Worship King to go on tour to ensure the peaceful coexistence of the various races of the gods.

Holy water washes the soul, the darker the soul, the more painful it is.

Something like dead ashes oozed out from under the boy's skin, and the pain made him twitch and curl up in the man's embrace covered in cold sweat. The holy water under his body was soon blackened, turning into soot and annihilated.

The man behind him has a god-like power and perfect appearance, but what no one knows is that the adopted holy father of this temple is raising a monster that easily provokes dark matter.

The boy who was purified by the holy water turned into another state, ascetic and sacred, beautiful and weak, he is the holy son of Yunting Temple.The lazy and luxurious man nodded the little wild cat's nose, and put on the pope's white and prosperous sacrificial robe with his bare muscles.

"To be honest, I just like your dignified appearance." Gently raised her soft neck, looking at the man with a strong aura and extremely handsome appearance, her flowing eyes were full of light.

White flowers bloomed all over his side, and instantly his side became a fairyland.

A sacrosanct man was noncommittal, raised his palm, and wrapped a black wing ring around his index finger, and then waved his hand to let the elves fly in, carrying beautiful clothes, and dressed the young man like a carefully crafted work of art. .

"Thank you for your reward!" The young man smiled mockingly, but half of his face was covered by a thick white veil, and the servant came in and whispered, "Holy Father, Holy Son, it's time for the great pilgrimage."

At this time, the man had already picked up the scepter and walked slowly outside. The young man was barely supported by the elves, and followed closely behind.

The Yunting Temple holds a grand court meeting every three months, and after accepting the pilgrimage of the people of the Sky City, there will be a long blessing.Only at this time, the people of Sky City will have the opportunity to meet Pope Xue Luolante and Sheng Zizhen whom they admire.

The white street is full of people who are crowded with Shangyunting Temple, the snow rabbit car was forced to stop in the middle of the road, and the child driving the car scratched his head, "Master, why don't you find a place to stay first, it's unfortunate today Catch up with the Great Court Meeting."

The dark-eyed young man in the car put down the scroll and opened the curtain, looking up at the Yunting Temple vaguely hidden in the clouds.

"Go find a place to live first, and I'll go shopping by myself." The young man with black hair reaching his waist showed an extremely beautiful face, which attracted girls on the side of the road to peek at him frequently. Extremely moist.

"Okay, when the time comes, your spiritual sense will inform me that I will drive the snow rabbit to pick you up." The child raised his face, and a gentle hand fell on top of his head, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the young man in the silver snowsuit had jumped off the carriage , Hiding among the crowds who went to the Great Court Meeting one after another.