I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Xing couldn't figure it out, as Hetes was a demon, how could his tail be a dragon's tail.

"Hetis, you can't do this..." He cursed in a low voice, stroking the dragon's scale with his fingers unconsciously, trying to calm down the highly agitated demon.

"I can."

The Demon King twitched his tail.The black scales still shone with a dangerous luster in the temple at the end of the abyss.

The tip of the dragon's tail has horizontal scales and blunt spines, which can easily smash the enemy to pieces in battle.It is precisely by relying on the terrifying fighting power of the body that Hetes sat on the position of the Demon King.

But now it is just dexterously moving, slowly moving along the delicate fabric texture, like a full-fledged dragon, looking for its dear treasure satiated.

Jiang Xing tried his best to shrink himself into a ball, like a kitten in the arms of the tall devil.

"Hetis, wait..." He put his knees together and tried to look cute, "Aren't you going to introduce your temple to me?"

Seeing the poor acting skills of humans, Hetis laughed, but he squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Xing for a moment, and the dragon tail stretched out a warm embrace, curling up the young man's slender waist.

Every inch of Jiang Xing's muscles immediately relaxed, and his fingertips tightened, just like the rest of his life.

"Of course." Hetis said lazily.

As his words fell, magic flames lit up one after another in the hall where he couldn't see his fingers. The black and green flames illuminated the cold obsidian building, making people shudder for no reason.

Looking at it makes people feel extremely cold.

Hetis supported the divine seat with one hand, and held his human baby with the other. The dragon tail hooked Jiang Xing's fingers in a non-stop manner, and from time to time, he exerted a little effort to make some belongings on the legs, waist and abdomen through the material. The mark of the devil.

There was a brazier hanging on the high and wide roof of the hall. Jiang Xing looked intently, and was so frightened that he forgot that there was the master of hell behind him. He hugged the dragon tail in his arms and trembled gently.

"That's..." He swallowed, biting his swollen lips and trembling slightly, "Is it the human soul?"

Hetes smiled, Lie Yan's body approached him, and whispered in his ear: "It's so smart."

The green flames danced in the brazier, but upon closer inspection, it was found that they were souls that were constantly tormenting and struggling in the fire. They screamed silently, and could not escape the pain forever.

Jiang Xing closed his eyes, no longer wanting to inquire about Hetis's weakness.

"I, I want to go back." He begged softly.

It was impossible for Hetis to let him go so easily.

"Isn't it what you want to watch?" The devil teased viciously, "You have to watch them all."

The body suddenly lost weight and flew into the air. Hetis stood up, with the tail of the dragon wrapped around Jiang Xing, and easily hugged him with one hand.

He was too tall, and Jiang Xing was shaking on his arm, afraid that he would fall down in the next second.

When Hetes went down the steps, Jiang Xing finally gave up struggling and put his arms around the neck of the Demon King.

Hetes grinned, showing sharp canine teeth.

"Let's go and see...my prison first."

As Hetes walked, the flames behind them were extinguished one by one, returning to darkness.Jiang Xing shrank his shoulders slightly, forcing himself to forget the twisted soul in the brazier just now.

Fortunately, Hetis' embrace was very warm.

No, what was he thinking!

Jiang Xing's face paled, "Hetis..."

"Ok?"

"too dark."

The devil smiled happily, "Honey, it's enough that you can see me clearly."

Jiang Xing lowered his eyes.

The devil was clearly born in the darkest abyss, but unlike the portraits of his brothers and sisters, twisted into indescribable paste or lumps of flesh.

Regardless of the aesthetics of any race, Hetis is quite a perfect warrior.

They turned around several corridors, and Hetis: "Here we are."

The prison is a well-shaped building that goes deep into the ground. Standing at the mouth of the well, they cannot see the light of the sky.

Jiang Xing tried to glance at Shenjing: "Where does this end?"

"There is no end." Hetis snorted, and the huge wing membrane unfolded behind him, and the bones were also covered with fine dragon scales.

He rose into the sky and descended into the deep well.

Jiang Xing tightly closed his eyes, swearing that Hetes would never open them before landing.

Hetes: "Do you know why there is no end?"

"The dark isthmus was not born out of thin air." He said casually, as if he didn't care about his origin. "We were born from the evil thoughts of human beings, and so is the isthmus."

"And here..."

The Demon King retracted his dragon wings and snapped his fingers on the floating platform in the middle of the prison.

In an instant, the bottomless prison burst into flames. Jiang Xing quietly opened his eyes, only to feel that the cold air penetrated into his brain from no hairs, and his scalp almost exploded.

"It's the hell of redemption."

The ring-shaped inner wall is like a honeycomb, densely packed with cells. Countless ghosts, undead, and dry living people are holding on to the railings, staring at the center of the platform with irrational eyes in the endless darkness, straight and unchanged.

Hetes became the only support in this crazy scene.Jiang Xing buried himself in his arms, clutching his collar tightly, "What the hell do you want to do..."

"This continent has been destroyed." Hetes said leisurely, "The dead cannot die, so they can only continue to come to hell with energy."

"Evil thoughts cannot be dispelled, and they will be tortured here forever."

The platform slowly moved to a prison cell, where was a ghost that was about to dissipate. He felt the terrifying heat of Hetes, and shrank into the shadow in pain.

"Take a look." Hetes coaxed.

Fear made Jiang Xing feel cold all over, but perhaps because of the existence of Hetis, he was a little irresistibly curious.

He raised his head slightly, just in time to meet the ghost's eyes.

Jiang Xing's mind went blank, as if his soul had exchanged with it.

It was a fat, bloated ghost with a mouthful of fangs that seemed to be dripping blood from what it had swallowed in life.He held the phantom of a kitchen knife in his hand, and there was even a phantom of a human corpse in the corner.

The ghost was an ogre in life.There are not only human beings in this prison, but also sinners of other races.

Hetes's face turned cold, and he threw flames into the cell with his palm burning. The ghost struggled silently, and soon dissipated in a wisp of green smoke.

Jiang Xing trembled belatedly, "Why did you show me...to see these..."

It's rare for Hetis to show any regrets, and he originally planned to continue introducing Jiang Xing to "Journey to Hell" and stop here.

"I'm sorry, dear." He apologized softly, flapped his dragon wings and returned to the temple, carefully placing the human on the throne.

I have seen the prison hell, and the obsidian temple is more like heaven than it.

Jiang Xing huddled into a ball, covering his face and not looking at Hetis.

"I just want you to see where I was born."

The devil felt even more guilty. With a flick of his fingertips, the hall suddenly changed into a white and bright palace. The sun outside the window was warm, the soft gauze on the ceiling swayed with the wind, and there seemed to be birds chirping.

Feeling the familiar light, Jiang Xing put down his palm, and in front of him was the devil with a gentle smile.

Both the dragon wings and the dragon horns are invisible and exude a terrifying force of destruction, which is out of place in this clean hall.

With the devil's black hair tied behind his head, he leaned over slowly, holding Jiang Xing's fragile ankle and comforting him slowly.

"Are you still afraid?"

Hetis is probably some kind of magic dragon. Even in human form, he is several times bigger than Jiang Xing. He can hold Jiang Xing's calf with one hand, and his sharp nails make the young man tremble with fear.

Suddenly returning from hell to the light, Jiang Xing's mood went up and down, and he was about to collapse.

"Let me go." He gave up the resistance wearily, his legs limply slumped down to the god seat, just stepped on the devil's lap, and he didn't want to move anymore.

Hetis comforted him apologetically for a long time. Seeing that Jiang Xing was still drowning in the abyss of frenzy just now and was unable to break free, he simply raised the dragon's tail again and poked into the corner of his robe.

Jiang Xing shrank his fingers, sobbed uncomfortably, and covered his eyes with his arms.

"Honey, when you are in hell, you won't feel dark and scary..."

In the dream, the robe was easily peeled off, and the dragon's tail was tightly attached to the tender skin of the young man's legs.

Jiang Xing was sobbing and crying, biting his lip and begging for help from the Goddess of Light.

The erosion of darkness has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and he is almost unable to hold on.

"Your Excellency Jiang Xing! Are you at home?"

Darryl put down his hand knocking on the door, "Strange..."

He turned his head and said to the group behind him: "Your Excellency Alec, Your Excellency Jiang Xing must be too tired."

It was an order of knights. Even in the dark ages, the tall white horses were still covered with purple satin and golden bridles, just like the legendary guards of the goddess.

The Knights are also covered in heavy armor, only revealing their resolute and ruthless eyes.

The leader was dressed in a golden and white priestly robe, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a holy and emotionless face.He was not riding an ordinary horse, but a unicorn.

Darryl bowed and said, "I'm very sorry..."

Priest Alec raised his hand to interrupt his words, and looked around this exceptionally peaceful hut in the farmland.

"It smells like a devil." His voice was cold, and he ordered the knight behind him, "Bump the door."

Darryl looked up suddenly, "But—"

As an ordinary demon hunter, he couldn't stop the highest-ranking holy knight order in the main city.Darryl watched helplessly as they raised their epees and slammed them into the wooden door.

The ground trembled, and a white rose in the garden fell.

Alec exclaimed without emotion: "The perfect defensive circle."

In the next second, the wooden door collapsed.

"Your Excellency." The knight bowed and motioned.

Alec dismounted, looked up at the room, and slowly entered the room.

The furniture has been enchanted, and the broom is cleaning the house by itself when it is kicked down by the knight.

Darryl hesitated to speak, his brows knit together.

The dining table was covered with a clean white tablecloth, and the sun shone into the room, illuminating the unpacked meals on the table.

Alec touched the kettle lightly with the back of his hand, "He's at home."

The two knights began to rummage around the house, and the study and magic room were messed up.

Darryl finally couldn't take it anymore, "Your Excellency! Jiang Xing is the hero who saved the border town!"

Alec turned a deaf ear and walked slowly towards the last locked door.

The power of light shattered the lock cylinder and easily pushed the door open.

"Well--"

Alec paused slightly.

"No more..." The kitten sobbed softly, and the light elements leaked out from the corners of the raised quilt and flew around.

Alec accurately captured that the source of the magic energy was the big bed where Jiang Xing was lying.

The power of light lifted the feather quilt, and Jiang Xing whispered: "Who?"

Haven't found anyone for so long?Alec narrowed his eyes indifferently and looked intently.

However, before he could see clearly, the feather quilt was put back on the young man in vain, and no matter how Alec cast spells, he remained motionless.

The young man rubbed his eyes and poked his head out from under the quilt, "Who are you? Why are you at my house?"

The blond hair was loosely attached to the cheeks, slightly moist, it was unknown whether it was wet from the sweat on the face, or it was kissed greedily.

His eyes were ignorant, and his body exuded the cleanest and purest light magic power.

The touch of that dragon tail seems to have been brought to reality from a dream.Wanton encroach on prey, stop and linger in the warmest place.

Alec inspected the room coldly, and finally his eyes fell on Jiang Xing's quilt.

"Second-level priest of the Holy Court, Alec." His voice was flat, "You have been polluted by demons."

Jiang Xing's face suddenly turned pale.