Please charm the god of light

The succubus rewarded the god for his patience by branding a kiss on his forehead.

"Yeser, I'm going to be played to death by you."

Jesse giggled, pressed his forehead against his, and met his eyes: "Gods are immortal, so I can make all kinds of demands on you like other human beings, and you should bear it."

The god's lips were pursed into a thin straight line, and the complaint in Jesse's words could be heard.He sighed and got up: "I'm going to take a shower."

The gods are always clean, and can use various spells to adjust their body temperature.He chose to take a shower, more like to separate himself from the sound of Jesse's water and give himself time to calm down.

Cold water trickled down the blond hair, along the jawline all the way to the collarbone.

The communicator rang.

Yu Guan Xiaoshuiliu connected the communicator on the storage table: "Hello?"

The director's voice was very cheerful: "Shenguang's temperature has cooled down quickly, everything is normal now, please rest assured. Also, is Jesse by your side?"

"Ah."

"That's great. Sure enough, there is someone who can help you. Everything will go much smoother. Huiliu Bureau will also try its best to help your relationship with Yeser. For this reason, we have specially prepared a gift for you."

The god frowned slightly: "A gift?"

The chief's voice was high: "This is a gift we specially selected to help you enhance your relationship."

Suddenly, the doorknob of the bathroom made a faint sound.The god immediately turned around and found that it was Jesse.

The cunning little succubus mouthed him: I'll give you a little reward.

Director: "God, are you still listening?"

The god stared at Jesse, unable to move his eyes away: "Yes."

Director: "Great, please create a teleportation spell with me, and I will send the gift."

God: "Okay."

When the two were talking, Jesse had already passed through the water mist in the bathroom and walked to his side, putting her pink hands on his waist and abdomen, gently stroking the tight muscles.

The director didn't notice the movement on the other side of the communicator at all, and continued to twitter: "As believers, we are familiar with the teachings of the gods, and know that good emotions are sincere, pure, and kind. God's emotions must be as noble and flawless as the scriptures. Therefore, we present the purest picture book of pure love to the gods, and I believe that reading it with Jesse will definitely enhance your relationship."

Shenming's eyes didn't blink, and a puff of turbid air was stuck in his throat, so he could only simply reply: "Mmm."

Director: "The teleportation spell is ready, send it here immediately."

"En." Shenming tried his best to keep calm at the end, but unconsciously rose.

Finally, he covered the communicator with the palm of his hand to prevent the sound from leaking out, and gasped in Jesse's ear: "What are you doing?"

"You spent five or ten minutes," Ye Se said innocently, blinking his eyes, "I have to give you a reward."

"Is this your reward?"

Jesse talked softly, slightly increased the strength of his hands, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Don't like it?"

The god closed his eyes.That little hand patiently and caringly helped him realize the wish that had flashed countless times in the past five or ten minutes.

The throat is completely hoarse: "I like it."

"Just as long as you like it." The other small hand lifted the god's chin and smelled the cool lips.

A small golden whirlpool suddenly appeared in the mist in the bathroom.The director's teleportation spell sent the pure love picture book.

This picture book is a collection of the wisdom of many masters of the Huiliu Bureau, and even comes with light special effects and peculiar music accompaniment, like a little angel waving wings made of book pages, singing praises and coming out of the golden vortex.

The director's voice came from the sounding tube of the communicator: "My lord, do you like this?"

God: "..."

The naughty little hand made him almost gasp.The god finally couldn't help it, turned over and pushed the troublemaker against the wet wall, and moved closer: "Don't make trouble."

Jesse narrowed his eyes: "God, you haven't replied to the director yet, do you like gifts?"

The god let out a long sigh of relief and raised the communicator: "I like it very much."

The director was overjoyed: "That's good! That's good! We are still worried that the content in it is not pure love, and it will hinder the eyes of the gods..."

The god finally couldn't bear it anymore, hung up the communicator, and then slammed Ye Se's mouth.

In the small bathroom, the golden picture book was flapping its wings, singing hymns of holy emotion beside the two of them.For the director and the others, even if a god has feelings for a person, this feeling is the most noble and pure, completely different from ordinary people.

Jesse took his breath again.The clothes on his body were neat, but they were wet, sticking to his body, and his skin was soft.

He held the god's head in his hands: "The director thinks that the god's feelings are also extremely pure. We sleep together and read picture books at night, so that the relationship can be enhanced."

The gods did not speak.He was in a post-blissful trance.

Jesse moved closer.Eyelashes like crow feathers fluttered, sweeping across the handsome and deep face.The fingertips were still a little sticky, and they rubbed against the side of the god's face.

"Do you think they will find that the holy, powerful, and willing to sacrifice god is just a man who is controlled by desire and can't help himself?"

The light blue eyes are like the blue and calm sky before the storm, but the storm in the future is hidden.

"If desire is yours, sooner or later they will."

The purple suit threw the wine glass to the ground angrily, and clenched his fists: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The God of Light will never have true feelings, so to control the temperature of God's light, you must only harm yourself!"

"My lord, my lord, please calm down."

The purple suit suddenly stood up: "Is it possible that it is because of the succubus? We need to rule out any possibility. I will go to the round table to ask for help, and ask the strong to catch the succubus. Then you can sneak into the ball game tomorrow and see Will the God of Light be able to harm himself without Succubus?"

At night, Ye Se and Yu put on the most common casual clothes, and wandered the street holding hands.

"Look, this is your portrait!"

"This looks good, I want to buy one!"

Due to the accident of the football game, people were in panic, the streets were extremely deserted, and there were no customers in the few open shops.This was the first time Jesse went shopping in the market after waking up, and she was very excited, as if she had booked a market.

Yu undertook a series of tasks including payment and carrying bags behind him.Jesse didn't feel guilty about commanding the gods at all, and ran around on the street.

"Look, this is a sculpture!"

Yu Chongni said, "What kind of sculpture?"

The shop owner introduced next to it: "This is a statue of a god. It is just right to put it in a shrine at home."

Ye Se stared at the sculpture for a while, then squinted and looked up at Yu, and muttered, "It does look a bit like it."

With the deity around, he naturally looked down on the sculpture, so he quickly put down the small sculpture, then turned his head to look at the others, and was suddenly attracted by the other one: "What kind of sculpture is that?"

Shopkeeper: "This is a statue of an evil god, made of brittle porcelain. People in the third domain will celebrate the disaster festival, buy the statue of an evil god, smash it into a brazier, and imply that they will stay away from bad luck."

Jesse's smile suddenly froze.

He looked at the sculpture carefully, frowned, and was very dissatisfied: "How could the evil god be so ugly?"

Suddenly, Yu appeared behind him.The slender hand snatched the small sculpture from his hand, and then put it back: "This is what the evil god looks like."

Jesse: Well, you "high" gods will lie.

Yu looked calm.When he thought that the little succubus would be irresistibly attracted by the evil god, he felt a little uneasy, so he opened his eyes and said nonsense: "The evil god is extremely vicious. It was born from his heart, and his true self is much uglier than this sculpture. Yeser, You have to be careful."

Jesse: "..."

Angrily, he picked up the statue of the evil god again, turned his head and said to the boss, "I'm going to buy this!"

I can't beat him.But after Yeser put the sculpture in his backpack, he took it away smoothly, and then hid it in a space where Yeser could not find it.

"Want to eat blueberries?" Yu regretted as soon as he asked.The little succubus has only eaten feelings since she was a child, so she has no concept of things she hasn't eaten.

But Jesse nodded again and again: "I want to eat!"

He ran faster than Yu thought.Yu breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and chased after him to pay for him.

Jesse broke into the fruit shop.The wooden door was still fluttering, Yu followed closely and opened the door.

Suddenly, the pupils constricted.

There was no one in the fruit shop except the owner.

Jesse was put in a sack.

The voice of the young man in black was very close: "Be careful. This succubus is weird and can suppress people."

His companion didn't care: "The characteristic of my original fragment is to release control, and I am not affected by any coercion, so your boss asked me to help."

"Don't be careless, if something goes wrong, the boss will be held accountable."

His companion sneered: "That's your boss, not mine. Shut up your stinky mouth."

Finally, they stopped at the deepest part of a passage.Jesse's hands and feet were tied and carried into a cage.

The big red eyes fluttered, innocent and pitiful.

The young man in black has learned from the past and is unrelenting: "Don't even think about running away. With my camouflage technique and his release this time, the God of Light won't be able to find you at all."

His companion has a bald head, and his eyes are more revealing: "You can start to think about how to serve us now. Otherwise, it will be a matter of a knife."

Jesse's mouth was gagged: "Ummmmmm—"

Time passed slowly.There is no daylight here, and it is probably dawn.

The young man in black got up: "I'm going to prepare the spear forbidden technique, you watch him."

Bald head: "Okay."

In the darkness, the little succubus made a sobbing sound.The bald head turned his eyes and let out a dirty smile: "Is this how you seduce the God of Light?"

Jesse blinked innocently, weeping.

"Okay, I'll also enjoy the treatment of the God of Light today." The bald head stood up, relying on his fragmented traits without fear, "Let me try your mouth."

He took out the cloth ball from Yeser's mouth, stretched out two fingers, and put them lewdly into the mouth of the little succubus.

"Kiss me, kiss me first."

The bald head laughed: "Look at this appearance. The God of Light is really good. What he likes is something that people can do."

There is water in the eyes of the beauty, which is irresistible.Sure enough, the bald man stopped, leaning forward to kiss the succubus first.

When they got close enough, those eyes suddenly turned red!

The bald head's back stiffened, his jaw seemed to be dislocated, and he couldn't close it at all!

Ye Se's eyes seemed to be filled with blood, and his voice was distant but with the arrogance of a controller: "You are my slave now."

The bald head looked terrified, but his voice seemed out of control: "I... am the master's slave."

Under the order, he untied Jesse, and obediently got kicked on the spot.

Jesse kicked until his feet hurt, so he stopped and crossed his arms: "You think immunity to coercion is enough? Don't forget, charm is the foundation of a succubus."

For the past two days, he and the God of Light have been inseparable every day, and he is almost full of food. He just used such majestic mana from the God of Light to test how high the upper limit of the charm technique is.

The bald head is terrified but powerless.

Ye Se sneered, and slowly knelt down in front of him: "This time, give me a piece of the origin of the evil god."

The pupils of the bald head shrank slightly, and the eyeballs seemed to be about to fall out.

Inside his chest, the little blood-red fragments glowed, like a pit bull that had been provoked by the red cloth, scurrying around in his chest at will, and the impact became more and more intense, as if it was about to break through his chest and jump out in the next second.

This is the call of the evil god himself to the fragments.

Jesse pressed his palm to his chest, as if the devil was about to dig out his heart: "That's not bad."

Finally, his palm felt that warm touch!

This is his origin!

Jesse was so happy that he was about to faint, his eyes were narrowed and tears filled his eyes.

Just a little bit, the fragments could be completely pulled out of his body.

boom--

There is a collapse at the end of the tunnel!

"Ahem——" The young man in black who had just left was covered in blood, lying in the ruins with only one breath left.

The shiny leather boots slowly landed on a ruined cement slab, approached step by step in the loess dust, and stared down at the young man in black.

With a meticulously dressed, serious and calm figure, his voice was stern: "You are too courageous."

The young man in black looked extremely panicked.

Doesn't it mean that the gods always abide by procedural justice when treating prisoners?He would only tie people up and send them to lava purgatory, never venting out of selfishness.

Why at this time...

"Ah!" The black-clothed youth's hand was run over by a leather boot.

"Where is he?"

The young man in black was only half out of breath, turned his head slowly, and nodded his chin to the right.

The eyes of the gods slowly turned to the right.The yellow dust gradually dissipated, revealing the appearance behind the dust.

It was revealed that Yeser squatted on the ground "a tiger digs out its heart".

Jesse: "..."

The murderous look in the eyes of the gods suddenly disappeared, replaced by some kind of doubt.

"What are you doing?"

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