Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

After the magic dragon was expelled, the Holy City ushered in the first snow of the year, and the snow fluttered down with the wind, covering the dead branches, streets and roofs.

The weather has turned cold, which has no effect on the people living in the center of the holy capital. They have prepared objects that have been cast with magic to keep warm.But for the poor people living in the outskirts of the holy capital, it was a difficult winter.There are people dying of cold on the street every day.

Those anti-church people will come out, brainwash the homeless, and use food as bait, so there are a large number of people who betray the gods.

Naturally, homeless people can't make big waves, but if a large number of homeless people appear anti-church and spread rumors, it will also shake the faith of ordinary people.

Ji Miao listened to Xiao Jiujiu broadcast the belief value of human beings, and the belief value of human beings was still a little bit worse.

After Iris dealt with the matter, he searched for the gods everywhere, so that his azure blue eyes were terribly gloomy, and before he had time to get dressed, he hurriedly opened the door, and this scene came into view.

The young god stood under the eaves, the snowflakes were brought in by the wind, and fell on the shoulders and bare feet of the god, lusting after the eyebrows and eyes of the young god carved like jade.

Iris ordered someone to bring a fox cloak and put it on the young god, and traced the person in front of him with his eyes. Those unknown mixed emotions gradually subsided, and Xiao Jiujiu was excited.

It laments that its host's face is really thick.

The young god cast a glance at Iris, and pulled down the cloak on his body: "Iris, how are things going?"

Compared with him taking the initiative to show up and being regarded as a monster, the temple is more efficient.

Iris nodded indifferently, and took the thick cloak with his hand. He didn't answer the god's words, but turned to look at Xue: "God, go in, it's cold outside."

That is to say, Miao is the form of a god, and the god is not affected by the cold and warm world.

Just when Jimiao was about to get impatient, Iris raised his head, pursed his lips, and tightened his fingers slightly: "God, I said I want to exchange."

"What do you want this time?"

The snow gradually fell more and more urgently, and Ji Miao saw the little poisonous snake's lips slightly open: "Shen Qi."

The young god had a strange look on his face. Of course he knew about the divine contract. Gods and humans can also make a contract, which is a little higher than the master-servant contract.

"Iris, was the last warning not clear enough?"

Ji Miao put his hand on Iris' neck, and he let go of his pressure.

Under such pressure, the curvature of the corners of Iris' mouth did not change, and a few wisps of bright red flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"God, you have no choice."

"God doesn't have to worry about my other plans. All I do is to stay by God's side."

Iris was still smiling, his eyes were paranoid and affectionate, and he didn't care about the deepening of the neck's strength.

"After all, God can only rely on me, and I am God's most devout believer. If one day you don't need me anymore, you can cancel the contract at any time."

The young holy son's face was as pale as snow in the garden, but his mouth was coaxing and seducing this god who didn't know the sinister nature of human nature.

The god thought for a while, and when he turned his head slightly, the tails of his eyes raised, and met the eyes of the blond son, with a slight uneasiness floating in it.

He responded in a low voice.

The contract was concluded quickly, and Iris complied with the various requests of the gods.As the secret controller of the temple, Iris has most of the information, and even knows who is behind the scenes.After all, the Anti-Church has grown so strong that he has the impetus behind it.

Ever since he discovered that the appearance of gods has something to do with faith, he has been pushing anti-church behind his back.But now he doesn't have to.

The blond son's face was stained with a strange red. He stretched out his hand, as if the god was right in front of his eyes, and there was a special kind of tenderness in those clear eyes, like a net, which could not break free.

They signed the divine contract, and he would not allow the gods to abandon him again.

He doesn't care about the life and death of the temple, he just wants to force his beloved god to compromise.

The blond son was humming an incoherent hymn, his blue eyes gleamed with joy, and he gave all kinds of cruel orders.Those who don't want to recognize the God of Light will directly deal with it secretly, and the temple willing to surrender is willing to help them through the cold winter.

Under this method, the anti-church disintegrated very quickly, and the high-level anti-church leaders were quickly caught. In order to protect his life wisely, the Earl reluctantly cut off his own tail and lost a large amount of property. .

[Host host, we are done! ! 】

Xiao Jiujiu was so excited that he rolled and jumped up and down in a certain space, and wept with joy: [Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, it’s finally done. 】

Who knows how many times they failed.

Ji Miao did not expect the speed of the villain to be so fast.

【but……】

Xiao Jiujiu faltered and hawed for a long time, but if he didn't think about it, he immediately thought that when his host returned to the space, he would become a ball to be trampled on: 【Can't leave yet. 】

"Why. 』

[It's not the end of this world yet. The end of this world is half a month later, which is the day the villain dies. 】

The young god bowed his head and fiddled with flowers, and the light and shadow loved him, just like an eternal and exquisite oil painting, showing all the praises of the god's appearance in the holy book.

It's only half a month, he can afford to wait.

Under the light of the whole continent, all the dirty things can't hide.

Except for the magic dragon that commoners and nobles have talked about recently, it is rumored that the brain of the magic dragon is broken, wandering around the human border all day long, and then fell to the ground as if suffering from an illness and twitched in agony.

Some magicians were weak due to practicing magic, and wanted to take advantage of the weakness of the magic dragon to contract with the magic dragon, and all of them were torn apart by the sharp teeth of the magic dragon without exception.

Flesh and blood sprinkled in the air.

These don't have much impact on humans, as long as the magic dragon doesn't set foot in their territory, they can live comfortably.

"Like an abandoned sick cat."

The upper-class noble lady who lives in the holy capital always likes to gossip about some strange things when she has nothing to do, and then covers half of her face with a fan carved with crescent white ivory.

It wasn't until he stepped into the temple of the God of Light that he restrained himself a little.

Iris, who was preparing to bless the commoners, looked up at the god beside him.

The god looked down at the flowers with lowered eyebrows, and his silver eyes were not indifferent.

Iris immediately stopped blessing and walked in front of the god.

The fingers passed through the body of the god.

The god turned his head, his silver eyes were cold.

"Can gods be condensed into entities?"

Iris looked at the god in front of him, his eyes were dim, and he coaxed in a low voice, he doesn't know when the young god has been able to control his body.

Although the young god was puzzled, he still froze. Suddenly, a face suddenly enlarged.

"What is God thinking?"

The young man retreated uncomfortably and did not answer.

"Thinking about that useless tree, or that magic dragon? Or someone else."

"The god provoked the mother tree and the magic dragon, and abandoned them one after another. Tell me, when are you going to abandon me?"

The god was a little surprised, and then the arc of his mouth turned into mockery: "Didn't you know that I was tired of you? If you hadn't forced the contract with me, you would have been abandoned by me long ago."

"If I knew there would be today, I should have killed you in your childhood that day."

Some kind of ominous atmosphere surged and rolled around.

"Iris." A voice as indifferent as a layer of frost broke some kind of confinement.

Ji Miao looked at Iris who was in great pain on the bed, tapped his fingertips, and the shimmer of light entered along his fingers.

"The power of darkness."

Ji Miao suddenly remembered the darkness that he had been ignoring, which is opposite to the light.

Now that all the faith points have been collected, the dark gods are simply ignored.

According to the current belief value, it is difficult for the Dark God to find the waves.

He got up and ignored Iris.

Until his wrist warmed, a force pulled him down under the bed, this force was astonishing.

The wrists are bound and held high above the head.

The former blue eyes of the person above were somewhat red.

His fingers traced the eyebrows and eyes of the person under him over and over again, all the way to the collarbone, and his mind was not very clear.

Pressing the vermilion spot, she lowered her head and kissed it lightly as if fascinated.

Ji Miao sensed a downward trend, her face darkened, and the power of the light system was released.

When you touch Iris, it's like entering a bottomless pit.

"Are you going to abandon me again?"

The young Saint Son on his body murmured.

"It doesn't matter, just make God mine."

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