I don't date non-humans

The endless space spreads under the feet, and every step represents a new world. Ever since Chi Diao and Eleanor shuttled through various worlds, they have seen the infinite changes of the mysterious Creator, gorgeous and beautiful scenery, each Different customs, and all kinds of people.Of course, this is what they saw together.

But this time they came to a new world.

Rubbing his forehead, Chi Diao opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was a pure and flawless white stone statue. The statue stood with its head down, with a soft face, and it was carved with rays of light behind it, and he was alone quietly Kneeling in front of the statue, it seems that he was praying for something.

A gentle stream of water flowed in front of him, scattered around the statue behind him, and finally converged on the fountain in the center of the hall. The sunlight fell through the glass windows of the dome, and the scattered water droplets sprayed by the fountain It turned into a small rainbow, exuding multicolored luster, moist but not cold water vapor from his face, and the sun made his whole body warm.

From the memory he had acquired, Chi Diao learned that his identity in this world is the Holy Son of the Holy Cult of Light. He was born with the attribute of light and won the trust of the current pope. He is the candidate for the next pope who has been decided.The people of this world believe in the holy religion of light, and the rights of religion have even replaced the imperial power.

Only, it's a little weird.

Chi Diao raised his eyes to look at the tall statue in front of him.Under that soft and gentle face, there is a deformed body. The white marble carves him like arms stretched out in all directions, and his overprotruded chest hardly looks like a human being. Such a god, even with No matter how pure and flawless the stone carvings are, there is still an evil smell.Even the handsome face that was deliberately carved was full of a strange taste.Can such a god really be called light?Can it really gain so many believers?

Where did Eleanor go?

A footstep came from behind, and the maid knelt down behind her.

"Holy Son, the Holy Moon Spirit Canon is about to begin."

The silver-haired Son's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stood up slowly.His lips were slightly pursed, and his bare white arms were stained with moisture from the action of praying. The long sleeves embroidered with delicate patterns slipped down as he stood up, covering the jade-like skin at both ends.The pure white crystal on the forehead swayed, reflecting each other's splendor with those quiet blue eyes in the sunlight.

He looks more like an exquisite artwork than the hard and cold sculpture on the temple, extremely beautiful, but also fragile because of the excessive favor of the creator.Just like the pure white that is not stained with dirt, it is obviously heartless and ruthless, but it can arouse the deepest malice in people's hearts.

But his eyes were filled with genuine piety, and those blue and bright eyes could only reflect the statue in front of him.

For such innocent and pure white, even the gods aloft might not be able to remain indifferent.

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Countless pairs of eyes stared piously at the high altar in front of them, and the believers surrounded them, quietly waiting for the start of the grandest ceremony.

This is the highest-level celebration held by the Holy Church every three years, and this year's celebration is even more special, because this year is the ceremony where the current pope officially announced his abdication and passed on the position of the pope to the current son.

If the Holy Son can win the favor of the gods and bring blessings, then this continent can get the favor of the gods to protect their safety and success.

Finally, the elderly pope in robes appeared on the altar, and after a lengthy speech, he handed over the scepter representing the pope to the hands of the Holy Son.

The Holy Son wears a complex golden and white robe that symbolizes the highest sacrificial ceremony. On the silver hair behind his ears, he wears countless fine and sparkling blue agates and green thorn garlands carved from green crystals. His hanging robes are imprinted with glittering golden The flames are outlined by thin golden threads, which are the robes that the embroidery shops in half of Karen City took three months to repair.Holding the scepter in his hand, he slowly closed his eyes, reciting the sacrificial hymn from memory.

A flickering white light lit up on the altar, and the bright elements gathered again.The aged pope stepped back, leaving him alone in the middle of the altar.

Every time the pope of the Holy Church changes, the new pope must dance a sacrificial dance on the altar in order to win the favor of the gods and beg for peace from the gods.

However, he has never danced, and although he has memories, he can't fully display them. After all, those memories are the original owner's memories, and it is not easy to master them overnight.

Chi Diao stood in the middle of the altar and hesitated for a while. The complicated clothes on his body made him uncomfortable to move. After taking off his outer robe, he slowly bent down and danced according to the movements in his memory.Because he was afraid of making mistakes, he danced very slowly. Fortunately, there should be no major mistakes.He recited the eulogy while dancing.

"I would like to dedicate my body, my soul, and everything to the one and only great Father of God. Please grant us rich food and pure and endless nectar..."

The prayer was very long, and before he knew it, a layer of white mist rose beside the altar beside him, blocking the line of sight from the outside to the inside.

Ending the dance with a backward movement, he let out a breath slowly, panting slightly, unknowingly, fine beads of sweat oozed from the corner of his forehead, following his movement, a small section of jade-like jade was revealed. waist and abdomen.

A cold hand suddenly touched his waist, followed one side of his waist and clasped his waist. The hand was cold and soft, as slippery as a white snake's long letter, wrapped tightly like a lick.

Chi Diao let out a short exclamation, and his eyes, which had been squinted due to the temporary slack, widened again, like a frightened cat.

Gentle and slow gasps came from the side of his ears, patting his cheek with a chilly breath, a soft and wet tongue sucked his earlobe, making ambiguous sounds deliberately, occasionally revealing a few small crackling sounds. □□.

The long silver hair that had been deliberately groomed behind her was messed up, and the expensive blue agate fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

A hint of watery color and bewilderment also appeared in those once clear blue eyes, and the corners of the eyes were beautifully reddish because of the unavoidable kiss, and the silver-white hair stuck to the cheeks, like a mist.

The arms that were pushed outwards fell on the shoulders of the man as if catering, and the body was forced to move backwards, trembling slightly, and the pure white crystal falling from the forehead trembled, as if it could not bear the excessive oppression The intimacy, the slender son is like a soaked white bird, being tightly caged in the palm of the hand like a net.

"Well, Eleanor..."

Chi Diao tried his best to recover from the kiss that almost took his breath away, and turned his face to avoid it, his silver-gray eyelashes fluttered uneasily, he bit his lips tightly, and the water vapor in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Not here."

The man on the opposite side chuckled, and the long black wings behind him slowly moved in front of him, tightly caged the white bird that wanted to fly away, and forced his flexible body to lean into his arms again, gently Covering his fluttering eyelashes, he murmured vaguely.

"This is obviously what you said. You want to dedicate your body to me, and you want me to shower you with nectar. How can you say nothing? You are their holy son. Shouldn't you be grateful for being so favored by God? ?”

Aggrieved, he bit the tip of his lover's nose, and rubbed against the soft neck.

From the perspective of outsiders, it was a layer of snow-white mist that enveloped the entire altar, and the thick light elements even overflowed, and the people around knelt down one after another, shouting that the gods had descended.

"That child is really a darling favored by the gods." The elderly pope murmured as he watched the rising mist.

Chi Diao finally pushed the abrasive and clingy guy away, angrily tapped him on the forehead, and pulled the clothes that were almost falling off his body, with a rare look of embarrassment on his face.

"If you're like this, how am I going to get out?"

"I hug you."

Eleanor leaned forward shamelessly, and then was hit hard on the forehead again.

"You better stay away from me in this world!"

"But I can still hear you when you are praying, and the temple is so big and there are no people, it's not very suitable for—"

"roll!"

The tip of the Son's exposed ear was completely red.

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