After the death of the people, the crematorium is full [Quick Transmigration]

Although he barely managed to fool the Pope, Lin Xiaodong also knew that his recent behavior was indeed a bit too eye-catching.

On the second day after encountering the evil god, he went to the library to find the ancient book that Lynn accidentally discovered in the information, and read it from beginning to end.In fact, the content is not bad. It is all about the history of the mainland before the establishment of the Illuminati Church. The author's narrative is also very impressive. In the end, he sublimated his conception and evaluated the influence of religion on people in an objective tone.

However, I also want to know that in today's era when the power of the Guangming God Sect is in full swing, the church will never allow such books to be printed, let alone flow into the people.

That's why Lynn was so shocked when he saw these histories for the first time—he couldn't even imagine that the world originally had no gods.Faith will naturally be shaken, coupled with the simplicity of mind and will not hide it, leading to being caught by people in the end.

As for Lin Xiaodong?

He should eat and drink, and he even learned to distract himself when praying and confessing. Anyway, the church in this world pursues a policy of ignoring the people. The vast majority of civilians are illiterate, and they can’t even write their own names. Most nobles are ignorant.

Therefore, as long as he memorized the "Bright Canon" completely, which is not as thick as a high school history book, Lin Xiaodong would be worthy even in front of the most devout believers.

In the eyes of outsiders, after receiving the favor of the God of Light, the Holy Son's faith became more pious.

"Tsk."

At the bottom of the abyss, the evil god who deliberately put the ancient books on the bookshelf sighed regretfully.

But at the same time, he also developed a stronger interest in conquering the Son of God—things that are challenging are motivated, and this is also true for gods.

"My lord, please take a bath."

Soaking in the milk bath again, Lin Xiaodong was still a little apprehensive at first, fearing that he would encounter another abnormality, but after waiting for a long time, the evil god did not appear, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that it was just an accident before. After all, this is the headquarters of the Church of Light. Even the evil gods probably wouldn't dare to break into the church again and again to take him away.

Lin Xiaodong stretched out his hand, scooped up a handful of milky white milk from the bath, and poured it on his arm. Not to mention, this milk bath is really effective.His current skin is as smooth and tender as a freshly peeled egg, and the clothes on his body can only be made of the smoothest silk, otherwise he will soon turn red due to friction.

He took a peek at the kneeling believers below, and seeing that they hadn't noticed him, he quickly dipped a little milk with his fingertips, stretched out his tongue and licked it, and his eyes lit up instantly——

What a mellow taste!

According to the teachings of the Light God Sect, the most precious treasures can only be dedicated to the church, so the milk used to bathe the Son is of course top-notch.Lin Xiaodong had never drank such delicious milk, so even though he knew it was just his own bath water, he still couldn't help it, and secretly tasted two more sips.

Anyway, it's my own body... I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it.

But he didn't notice that the clouds outside the church gradually covered the sunlight, and the statue of the God of Light in front of him showed a mysterious feeling against the colorful glass windows.

The demon at the bottom of the abyss silently stared at the blond young man in the bath with a cold gaze. When he saw his eyes narrowed happily because of the rich taste of milk, and there was still a faint circle of milk stains on his lips, the evil spirit couldn't help but sigh. The corners of her lips curled up, as if seeing a kitten stealing milk from its owner.

Perhaps, feeding is also a good choice?

The evil god withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and summoned an abyssal monster that looked like a cow.

"Moo-"

The cow let out an angry roar, and the sound resounded through the desolate land.

Looking at its tendons and flesh protruding like hills all over its body, the evil god fell silent.

... He should grab one from the world and bring it back.

And Lin Xiaodong, who was in the church, didn't know that he was being spied on again. After the believers finished reading the hymn, the experienced Son took advantage of the opportunity of their kneeling to stand up and prepare with a servant. The clean silk on the side wraps his body.

He was barefoot, and just as he stepped out of the bath, suddenly the door of the hall was knocked open from the outside.

"Who!?"

The god servants who knelt quietly and did not dare to look directly at their gods immediately jumped up from the ground and looked at the door with murderous intent.

Trespassing on a worship ceremony is a capital offense!

"I'm sorry, I went wrong," the man at the door immediately stretched out his hands to show his innocence, but his eyes were fixed on the direction of the Son, obviously looking reassured, "God of light, I I really did not intend to offend Your Highness."

The man's greedy eyes glanced back and forth on Lin Xiaodong's naked/exposed chest and slender white ankles, making Lin Xiaodong's back feel goosebumps in disgust.

However, even if they knew that he did it on purpose, the servants of the gods had nothing to do with him.

Because he is the Duke of Misai, the top of the aristocratic circle in the capital, even the Pope must treat him politely when he sees him.

"Your Excellency, the Holy Son is going to change his clothes next, please back away for a while." The leading servant stepped forward and said bravely.

Miser glanced at him coldly, but he still remembered that he was in the Church of Light, and the person in front of him still had the identity of the Son of God—even though he was a low-level commoner who was also a son of a bard. Disdainful, but Miser has been coveting his body and beauty for a long time.

So he nodded, smiled and said to Lin Xiaodong: "I'm sorry, then I'll be leaving first. Your Highness, I'll wait for you in the confession room."

Although today's confession time has passed, Miser doesn't care about these things.

After all, in his capacity, he could come to church whenever he wanted.

The blond Son stared at him quietly with those blue eyes, his snow-white body was wrapped in white silk, and his ankle-length blond hair was wetly attached to his chest, like a pearl hatched from a clam shell Same, too beautiful to behold.

He gave Miser a faint smile, the smile was flawless and holy, and he didn't seem to feel any offense at all.

"Go slowly, Your Excellency the Duke."

After washing his body with clean water and changing his clothes, the Holy Son came to the door of the confession room as promised.

"You are finally here."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Duke Miser, who was sitting behind the curtain, grinned, revealing his white teeth in the darkness.

Lin Xiaodong sat down at the familiar position, however, when the servant outside closed the door, the magic candle on the table did not light up.

He wanted to get up and call for someone, but Miser stopped him: "No, I ordered them. I don't like the smell of magic candles."

In fact, he also retreated the servants of God who were on duty in advance, Duke Miser thought proudly, but there is no need to let the Son know about this.

"Okay," the Holy Son sat down helplessly, and asked in his usual gentle tone, "God of Light, do you have anything to confess to God?"

"Yes," Duke Miser quickly replied, "Actually, I have a hobby that is different from ordinary people, and I am often troubled by it."

"The God of Light tolerates everything." The Son said.

"Ah, yes, yes." Miser said casually, "I also think that the God of Light will definitely forgive me, after all, my family has been blessed by the sacred line since a hundred years ago. But those poor... civilians are really very annoying. Annoying, they always stop my carriage in the street and ask me where their kids are."

After the words fell, the Holy Son behind the curtain was silent for a while.

Miser changed his position on the seat with some impatience. He pursed his dry lips, stared at the darkness ahead, slowly stretched his hands into his lower body/body, and his breathing gradually became heavier with the frequency of his movements.

"I'm sorry," the Holy Son's voice was as clear and melodious as a harp, which made Misai even more excited. "May I ask, what are your hobbies?"

"It's just..." Misai trembled, took a deep breath, and slumped on the seat contentedly, "I like to play with young children, especially those lively and cute little boys. I always treat them There is a lot of preference, and I wish I could hold them in my hands... Seeing them cry, my heart is about to break."

Recalling the scene at that banquet, Duke Miser's voice became excited again.

"Your Excellency," the Son suppressed his anger, "it's wrong for you to do this. I..."

Just halfway through, his words stopped abruptly.

A big rough hand touched his waist from behind, followed by the man's rough/heavy panting/breathing: "Honey, you smell so good."

As soon as the Holy Son wanted to scream, Misai quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

"Don't yell!" He lowered his voice and said fiercely, "Otherwise I won't be polite! Besides, no one heard you when you yelled. I let those servants of God leave long ago."

The blond young man who was forcibly held in his arms had wet eyes, and his body trembled slightly, like a weak and helpless white rabbit.Duke Miser took a deep breath, and was dizzy for a while by the faint milky smell of the Holy Son, wishing to tear him apart and eat him on the spot.

But out of a man's show-off mentality, he continued to talk endlessly: "Based on my many years of experience, children under the age of six are the best. They have not been infected with the filth of the world, just like you, Your Highness the Holy Son." , with the most beautiful mind and body, it is a perfect work of art..."

The more the man talked, the more excited he became, his breathing became short of breath, his pupils constricted, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the Son's chin, about to forcefully kiss him.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Duke Miser's obscene movements suddenly froze.

His eyeballs protruded, his mouth slowly opened wide, and he kept making "hehe" sounds from his throat. His skin began to burn strangely, and the blood flowing in his veins seemed to be boiling. In the blink of an eye, layers exploded. Layers of blood flowers.

The Holy Son staggered a step, and finally escaped his clutches.

Leaning his back against the cold wall, he watched Duke Miser tightly grasping his throat, and let out a cry of pain that was not human.

In the next second, the roaring stopped abruptly.

Holy Son's cheeks were splashed with hot blood, and he stood blankly in the darkness. Although he couldn't see anything, he still trembled uncontrollably.

The cold feeling on the back suddenly disappeared.

A cold hand wrapped around his waist, and the familiar black viscous liquid wrapped around his body again.The Holy Son came back to his senses belatedly, and let out a terrified sob from the depths of his throat:

"It's you……"

"It's me." The evil god said.

But this time, there was a hint of cold anger in his voice: "Why didn't you call my name?"

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Fu Jian 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 96 bottles of Fujian; 10 bottles of Guimao; 0005 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!