It's really hard to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

The temple of the God of Light is very deserted, empty and there is no one there, there are no decorative objects, and there are no more comfortable objects for the life of the gods.

Because the God of Light doesn't need it.

He has no interest in external pleasures, and sits alone on the high throne day after day.

He doesn't like to raise a group of men called God's servants who are actually the harem like the night next door, and he doesn't like to be like the deep sea, who either doesn't sleep or sleeps for thousands of years.

He likes to observe the underworld.

It's not because of curiosity, nor is there any voyeurism, he just wants to find something.

He himself didn't know what he was looking for. It might be a person, or an elf, a demon, or something. These were all possible, so he was very serious when observing.

He stared at the continent for a long, long time.

It has been so long that there is no concept of time and time, so long that he gradually grows tired, and so long that the initial expectations and excitement are exhausted and turned into a blank emptiness.

So after staying distracted in some places, the lonely God of Light contemplated for a long time before looking at the empty temple.

There was nothing in the temple, but he didn't care, and even thought it was pretty good.

To facilitate his wanton fantasies.

Imagine what the existence that his soul longs for looks like.

When he was casually transforming into a fluffy cat, he suddenly heard a young whisper among thousands of believers.

That voice was slight and small, fragile and only a child who had just learned about the gods would be like this.

Who among believers has not a louder prayer than this voice?

But this shallow and waxy voice fell into the ears of the God of Light, but it made him subconsciously block other noises and carefully protect the young man.

At the same time, he nervously and quickly pulled out a trace of distraction, and touched the prayer as gently as possible.

Can't go wrong!

His longing from the soul finally found his way home at this moment.

Jiang Jiang was lost in thought.

He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the God of Light summoned this time.

Although it had the same softening light as the Holy See meeting, Jiang Jiang couldn't see the face of the god clearly.But the other party said softly, as if meeting him for the first time, "What's your name?"

No.

As your agent in the world, can you forget people's names?

Shouldn't he be remembered more deeply because of his strange name?

Jiang Jiang complained inwardly, and replied obediently on the surface: "Benevolent God of Light, I am the current Holy Son of the Holy See of Light, Jiang Jiang."

The God of Light caressed his cheek with his fingers, and the other party smiled slightly: "Very cute name, as cute as you."

Thanks, I feel the same way.

Jiang Jiang was calm in his heart, flattered and said on the face: "Thank you for your appreciation."

"Don't be so terrified." The God of Light slowly approached Jiang Jiang: "I heard your prayer and told you your wish, and I will make it come true for you."

Even if Jiang Jiang is in a soul body now, he can still see his holiness at a glance.

Seeing that the value was about to drop to 52, Jiang Jiang quickly said, "Lovely God, can you purify the darkness I've been contaminated with?"

The God of Light moved his head.

He seemed to have been obsessed with Jiang Jiang all this time, and only now did he realize that Jiang Jiang was tainted with the breath of the night.

Jiang Jiang acted seriously: "I am your most devout believer. I am grateful for being favored by the Goddess of the Night, but I would rather be soaked in your holy light, and my whole body is full of light!"

The God of Light tightened the hand that stroked Jiang Jiang's cheek.

He forcefully forced Jiang Jiang to look up at him, but his tone was gentle and affectionate: "Only my breath? Do you really want to?"

Can this be fake?

Seeing that the value dropped to 51, Jiang Jiang anxiously reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the God of Light, "Of course, please give me the Holy Light!"

The God of Light suddenly laughed, and there was undisguised satisfaction in the laughter.

He could see the young man's eagerness, so he couldn't help but put his arms around the young man's waist, hugging him into his arms, and then said with a low smile in a pleasant mood, "What an eager and gluttonous child."

After Jiang Jiang's soul returned, his body was still trembling due to the intense yu rhyme.

His mind went blank for a while, before he could barely extract himself from the extreme pleasure.

His cheeks were so hot that Jiang Jiang covered his face for a while without seeing the temperature go down, so he simply gave up and lay down on the sofa.Anyway, his body will be limp and unable to exert himself, even if he thinks about it, he can't get up.

Jiang Jiang curled up on the sofa, thinking about things with light in his eyes.

He must have been right.

This God of Light is completely different from the one in the Holy See!

——Because the postures for giving Holy Light are different.

'knock knock'

Accompanied by the sudden knock on the door, there was Macmillan's voice: "Dinner is ready, would you like to come down to eat?"

Jiang Jiangsheng has nothing to love, how can he get up now.

If someone brought in dinner, Jiang Jiang's appearance would also be seen.

So do you still want his son's burden?

So Jiang Jiang struggled for a while, and finally reluctantly said: "I'm not very hungry, so I won't eat. If you want to go, go by yourself."

Macmillan outside the door did not leave, he continued: "Not having dinner is not good for your health, since you are not hungry now, how about I ask the maid to warm up the food for you, and eat when you are hungry?"

Wow.

Very caring protagonist Shou.

Jiang Jiang said with relief: "Yes."

Macmillan just left.

With the hope of supper, Jiang Jiang closed his eyes calmly, planning to sleep and wait for the numbness in his soul to subside before getting up.

He slept deeply this time, probably because his soul was too tired.

Even so, he still woke up in the middle of the night.

Because there was a finger sliding down his spine.

Through the clothes, such a slight touch shouldn't have woken him up, but Jiang Jiang was dealt with too much during the day, and the sharpness of his soul has not dissipated. When someone touches him, his body will suddenly arouse as if activated Come.

Jiang Jiang couldn't help but feel hot, and worried about being discovered by this person, he immediately said preemptively: "Who are you!"

Before the people behind could speak, the door that had been closed was kicked open from the outside.

McMillan came in from the outside immediately, his handsome brows and eyes were full of dignity, and he called out hastily: "Jiang Jiang!"

Jiang Jiang's face was blank.

At this moment, he forgot about the people behind him, and his mind was full of: "Are you passing by?"

Macmillan's expression froze.

It was the man behind him who answered Jiang Jiang's doubts: "No, he has been standing outside, as if he was protecting you?"

Jiang Jiang gathered his strength and looked back.

Just seeing the man behind him lazily leaning on the back of the sofa he was lying on.

Receiving Jiang Jiang's gaze, the man lowered his eyes and smiled at him: "It doesn't matter if he comes in, after I finish him off, you will belong to me forever."

Jiang Jiang was about to speak when suddenly his eyes went dark.

In front of him, besides the familiar words of mission failure, there was also a gray card.

It was the previous man on the card, and a few words were written on the bottom of the card-Suskell Arnold.

Zha Gong's Red Rose, a very coquettish and cheap devil.

The darkness suddenly dissipated, Jiang Jiang opened his eyes again, and found that the surroundings were quiet.

The next moment, someone behind him suddenly touched him.

The fingers frivolously slid down his back, passing by the sunken moon, as if they wanted to continue sliding into an unspeakable place.

Jiang Jiang couldn't bear it any longer, but he still cared about McMillan outside the door, so he just whispered: "Let go!"

As expected, the fingers behind him snapped.

Jiang Jiang was about to be overjoyed when he heard a chuckle behind him.

The man's chuckle is particularly seductive in the dark night, and the stopped hand will continue down.

As soon as Jiang Jiang's body tightened, he blushed and was about to get up.

However, Suskel stretched out his other hand at this time, and held him down lightly.

While Jiang Jiang was struggling, he suddenly felt that a small foreign object had been inserted into his body full of holy power by the evil demon.

He frowned instantly, and slapped the man's arm with his backhand.

The crisp sound is especially clear in the quiet night.

The next moment, the room was kicked open again.

McMillan rushed in nervously. Before he could speak, Jiang Jiang saw Suskel glanced at McMillan, and then his eyes instantly went dark.

Jiang Jiang was irritable from the familiar four words, not to mention that there was Suskel's card dangling in front of him.

Jiang Jiang slapped the card angrily.

Unexpectedly, the card was like glass, and it was shattered when he slapped it.

Jiang Jiang's anger stagnated, and before he could react, he saw the fragments of the card gather again, and a new line of characters appeared.

[Castle BE①: After Saskel killed Macmillan, you were imprisoned in the castle forever]

Jiang Jiang came back to his senses.

According to the two retracements and the instructions on the BE achievement, he understood that as long as McMillan is not allowed to come in, he will not fail again.

Jiang Jiang opened his eyes again this time, and he lay flat on the sofa first, preventing Suskel from touching him.

As soon as he lay flat like this, Suskel's profile appeared clearly in front of his eyes.

The other party seemed very surprised that he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he stared at him with his eyes open, and couldn't help but chuckled, "Did you notice my arrival? It's such a powerful perception. When did you find it?"

It was two retracements ago.

Jiang Jiang was expressionless. Looking at Suskel's alluring face, he whispered, "Why did you come to my room?"

Compared with him, Suskel has no shame at all to break into the room: "Because you are here."

???

What a rubbish reason.

Jiang Jiang had nothing to say, and after holding back for a long time, he said, "You have something to do with me?"

Suskel hooked his lips slightly: "If you want to do something with you, then it's something."

Jiang Jiang's eyes widened, and he almost couldn't control his tone: "We don't know each other, right? A stranger who doesn't even know his name when we meet for the first time, why do you want to have sex with me???"

"It's not in the way." Suskel lowered his head slowly, and stretched out his hand again. This time Jiang Jiang didn't have his back facing him, so he slid directly under Jiang Jiang's direction.

"I don't know each other's names, I can tell you when I'm pinching your moon."

"It doesn't matter if we meet for the first time, I will take a closer look at every part of you later."

"It's okay if you don't know each other." Suskel looked at the dumb boy under him, and he pinched the boy's cutie ambiguously with his hand that slid down below, and said meaningfully: "Anyway, if we do it a few more times, we will acknoledged."