Not a nice guy [Quick Transmigration]

"Enle, you're holding me a little tight." Xie Ling explained this fact calmly.

After hearing these words, the young protoss glared at Enle with hatred.

Enle looked at the young man with some contempt. To be honest, the young man's supernatural power was not enough in his eyes.

However, it was his fault that he made the god feel uncomfortable.

"My lord, I'm sorry." Enle whispered.

But Enleh's arms show no signs of relaxing.

"My lord, this is for your safety," Enler said.

Then... okay, Xie Ling looked at Enle's loyal look, so he couldn't say anything more.

"My lord, we can go to other places to see."

Xie Ling nodded, and Enle left with Xie Ling in his arms.

The Protoss boy looked at Enle's tall back and clenched his fists.

-

Jiuchongtian is very small, Xie Ling finished shopping in less than a day.

Newborn gods get tired easily, which is very similar to ordinary human children.

In the afternoon, Xie Ling couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes opened and closed, his head was shaking from side to side, looking dazed and cute.

"Enle..." Xie Ling was extremely sleepy, with a strong nasal sound in his voice, as if he was being coquettish, "I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep for a while..."

Xie Ling tilted his head and leaned on Enle's shoulder.

A slender and delicate god was held in the arms of a tall and strong man. The god's head rested on the man's shoulder, and his soft hair rubbed against the man's shoulder.

The god's ruddy lips parted unconsciously.

Both innocent and insane.

Enle held the god devoutly, and no one knew what was going on in his heart.

The protoss on the street will consciously get out of the way and keep quiet. They lower their heads, but their eyes always follow the belief in their hearts.

None of them wanted to tear Enle up and replace him.

In the evening, Enle returned to the temple and put Xie Ling on the gorgeous and soft big bed.

Xie Ling sat on the bed, a little unconscious, squinting at Enle, her white legs dangling by the bed.

Enle knelt down on one knee and looked at Xie Ling.

"My lord, can you give me a blessing too?"

bless?

Xie Ling is very sleepy now, and only sleep is on his mind. He looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and smiled slightly, his whole face seemed to be glowing.

Xie Ling leaned forward and hugged Enle's neck. He put his mouth next to Enle's ear: "Well, I love you the most. You will definitely become more and more powerful."

Enle's eyes were uncontrollably tied into a line, and he pushed Xie Ling onto the big bed like a beast.

He is half of the orc blood, and when he is excited, he will show the characteristics of the orc, and all his blood is boiling now.

"My lord... my lord..." Enle murmured.

Xie Ling was so dazed that he lost consciousness, and slowly closed his eyes.

"My lord, touch me...touch me..." Enle obsessively took Xie Lingbainen's little hand and put it on himself.

He put his slender and slender hands on his dark chest, and then kept going down.

The god snorted, but did not wake up.

A black-skinned man who was so tall that he didn't look like ordinary people pressed his god under him like this.

"Wow—" came a piercing sound.

A short knife flew over, but Enle easily dodged it.

"Beast! What are you doing!" It was the protoss boy in the daytime.

The young man flushed with anger, and glared at Enle angrily.

Seeing Enle so close to the gods during the day, he felt extremely jealous, so he wanted to plot against Enle at night to see if he could be killed, but he actually saw Enle blaspheming the gods.

Enle got up and looked at the boy with disdain.

The boy was so angry that his eyes bulged: "Beast! Why do you think you stayed with the gods! Don't think I don't know how you won the game! I saw it!"

"If you didn't use those insidious means, how could you win! How could you get the right to serve the gods! You don't belong to our gods at all! You are a despicable beast!"

The young man was filled with righteous indignation, and he didn't even notice Enle's increasingly dangerous eyes.

Enle squinted his eyes, completely different from his usual dullness. He suddenly released a barbaric divine power that was different from ordinary protoss and suppressed the boy.

The boy frowned in pain, and couldn't lift his head up.

Enle walked over and said in a serious tone, "You said, did you, see, see?"

The young protoss could only use their immature divine power to resist desperately: "So what! You..."

"Cough—" Before he finished speaking, the boy spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I planned to let you go." Enle, who was against the light, looked like a huge beast.

"Now... you'd better go die!" Enle's eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty red light.

The young man felt a little regretful, he was too impulsive, and even ran here regardless of the disparity in strength. Now he has a deep fear of facing death.

How could there be... such a terrifying power?It has nothing to do with being strong or not, but this force is born with a wildness that can tear everything apart.

Letting such a character stay beside the gods is simply a dormant beast, and there is a possibility of committing the following crimes at any time.

Enle grabbed the young protoss' neck with one hand and lifted him up. Enle's hand kept tightening, and the young protoss spit out more blood.

The young protoss struggled weakly, his pupils were dilated, his struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally his hands fell down.

Enle intends to try harder to give him an end.

At this time, a brilliant white light emanated from the body of the gods, Enle's hand suddenly lost strength, and the boy fell to the ground - it was the blessing of the gods.

God Baitian said to the boy: "My dear boy, you will grow up healthy, and I will always wait for you."

In other words, no matter what, Enle couldn't kill the boy.

But this protoss discovered his secret...

Forget it, Enle thought, just throw him into the mortal world so that he can't come back.

On the first day of the birth of the god, it was safe and sound because of the disturbance of a young protoss.

-

The next day, Xie Ling woke up feeling refreshed.

Xie Ling fell asleep, her complexion improved a lot, her face was red and tender.

On the other hand, Enle's complexion is dark and ugly, but his complexion is always very dark, and ordinary people can't tell the difference.

Enle didn't need to sleep. After dealing with the boy's affairs, he returned to the temple. As soon as he came back, he received the news that the elf king invited the god to be his guest.

His face grew darker.

Enle put the invitation letter in the clothes on his chest, and decided to hide it from the gods.

"Enle, hug."

As soon as Enle entered, he heard the soft words of the gods.

The haze in his heart dissipated a lot, and he stretched out his hand to hold Xie Ling in his arms.

Xie Ling shook uncomfortably: "Enle, there is something in your chest that hit me."

The skin of a god is so delicate that a little pressure can leave red marks on it.

Xie Ling fumbled around Enle with some dissatisfaction, looking for something that made him uncomfortable.

Enle stiffened, and his face flushed again.

The delicate and white hand of the god made trouble on his chest. On the one hand, he felt secretly happy, but on the other hand he didn't want the god to find out about the invitation.

"Huh? What is it?"

Unfortunately, Xie Ling finally found it.

Xie Ling took out the invitation letter, and what caught him was the badge on the invitation letter.

Xie Ling looked at the thing in his hand in surprise: "This is an invitation letter from the Elf King."