Gong Er doesn't want to go through the plot [Quick Travel]

Chapter 146

Voices full of malice and darkness surged forward, and Pelosius's eyes suddenly turned extremely cold, with a look that was terrifying as a storm was about to come.

"Ah!" Angus said in a panic: "I'm so sorry, Uriel, I didn't mean to-"

Before he finished speaking, a divine power hit Angus hard.

Before Angus could take back the joy hidden in his eyes, he was knocked out and fell against the wall. Old wounds were not healed and new wounds were piled up. He vomited a mouthful of blood and looked at Pelosius in horror.

Maurice and Ron were stunned by this, looked at each other, stood up and asked: "Arrogant Hughes, what's going on?"

Uriel looked at Pelosius and Angus in confusion. He spilled wine all over him, and although Hughes was happy to help him vent his anger, this was not like Hughes' style at all.

But before he could ask, the pattern on his abdomen was getting hotter and hotter. The almost burning heat swept through his whole body in an instant. The unspeakable heat overwhelmed him and tried to overwhelm his sanity.

Estrus has broken out!

how come?

The horns and tail popped out uncontrollably. Uriel's breathing almost stopped. He reflexively covered his head, trying to suppress the sudden and familiar heat. It was more violent and domineering than any previous attack, and the ends of his eyes were burned. She became red and her thinking became slow due to discomfort.

"Xius..."

A faint golden light shrouded his whole body, blocking out the prying eyes of outsiders. Slender and strong hands wrapped around him and patted him comfortingly.

Feeling the warm and reassuring breath, Uriel's remaining sanity relaxed. As soon as his tense nerves relaxed, he was dragged into the abyss of desire by the boundless heat.

Pelosius still didn't stop after the blow. His divine power was like a pair of invisible hands, tightening Angus' neck little by little.

"What did you put in the wine?"

Just looking at his expression, Pelosius was very calm. In sharp contrast to the surging divine power in the room, he looked even more terrifying.

Angus, who had lost oxygen and turned pale, had his pupils dilated and his eyes full of fear. He looked at Morris and Ron for help: "Help, save me."

But Morris and Ron were not fools, and both of them were under the pressure of divine power. My legs were weak, and I could only sit back stiffly in my seat. I didn't say a word, and I didn't dare to say a word.

Sensing that Uriel's condition in his arms was getting worse and worse, Pelosius stopped talking and directly checked Angus's memory. After finding what he wanted, his brows seemed to be covered with frost that had not melted for thousands of years. A cold murderous intention emerged.

Pelosius was about to kill Angus, but a message left by the God of Light suddenly appeared in his mind: Angus cannot die.

Can't die? There are thousands of ways to make him pay.

Pelosius took away the little bit of light power that Angus used to cover up. Looking at the dark power overflowing from Angus, a sneer escaped from his lips, branding him a traitor.

He was about to ask Morris to temporarily put the person in the dungeon until Uriel gets better. The power of darkness suddenly came, and with all his strength, he broke through Pelosius's divine power and hurriedly swept away the dying Angus.

Pelosius' expression suddenly sank.

Morris and Ron who were present saw the whole process clearly. Angus was suspected of plotting against Uriel. After Pelosius took away his light power, Angus burst out with a dark aura, and was finally saved by darkness. Let's go...

the two of them were stunned.

"Uril is injured, I will take him back first."

Pelosius explained briefly, picked up the unconscious Uriel quickly, and used his divine power to teleport back to the tree house.

Putting the person on the bed on the first floor, the divine power wrapped like a cocoon dissipated, revealing the beautiful and soft little succubus inside.

"Ugh."

Uriel, who had lost his mind and was burned by desire, choked. His eyelashes were wet with physiological tears. The trembling eyelashes were like butterfly wings soaked by rain, shining with bright water color. , which makes people feel affectionate.

Uriel subconsciously grabbed Pelosius beside him, and the place where his skin touched was ice cold. He couldn't help but sigh, but after feeling comfortable, a stronger flame engulfed him, making him thirsty for more.

"Don't move yet." Pelosius stopped the man who was moving in his arms, trying to send divine power to relieve Uriel's estrus that was triggered.

But divine power is not omnipotent sometimes. Uriel only felt that he felt more uncomfortable. The warm divine power flowed into his body, like adding fuel to a burning fire, and the pain that could not be relieved was aroused even more violently.

A rich, sweet aroma spreads out, filling the entire tree house little by little.

Uriel half-opened his confused eyes, the circles under his tortured eyes were all red. He looked at Pelosius aggrievedly. He didn't understand why he made himself suffer so much. He wanted Pelosius not to lose his divine power anymore and murmured. He murmured: "It's so uncomfortable."

Pelosius's eyes were dim, but he still did not stop transmitting divine power, but intensified it. His voice was a little hoarse, and he coaxed unfamiliarly: "Wait a little longer, it will be soon." It's not uncomfortable anymore."

Unexpectedly, Uriel, who had been lying in his arms obediently, started to struggle in an instant. His whole body was obviously limp, and his heart-shaped tail tried hard to push the strong arms on his stomach that were like cast iron, his voice was full of Weeping weakly: "No!"

"Okay, I won't move." Pelosius rarely knew what to do. He was afraid of hurting Uriel, so he had to stop inputting divine power.

The sweet fragrance that lingered on the tip of his nose seemed to emanate from his bones and blood, constantly interfering with his mind. Pelosius frowned, pursed his lips into a straight line, and tried his best to search for a solution to the succubus' estrus period in his memory.

The God of Light's memory spans thousands of years, but he can't find a way except.... Pelosius frowned, feeling that this god was a bit useless.

Why didn't he swallow the godhead of the God of Wisdom in the first place?

Pelosius took a deep breath, and a piece of hot softness suddenly appeared on his lips.

At some point, the heart-shaped tail tightly wrapped around Pelosius's waist, as if not allowing him to leave. Uriel half-knelt between his legs, held his face in his hands, lowered his head and kissed his lips awkwardly.

Just kissing on the mouth is not enough, the dense kiss goes downwards little by little.

Pelosius's breath was stagnant, and his eyes were as dark as the night.

He tilted his head and said hoarsely: "Uriel, stop."

Not only did Uriel not stop, he also went faster as if competing.

Pelosius clasped Uriel's waist, restraining himself from wanting to pull the troublemaker away, when his Adam's apple was suddenly licked slightly by something moist and warm.

An astonishing flame was suddenly ignited in his eyes. The hand clasped on the thin waist inadvertently became stronger, and the light blue veins on the back of the hand bulged.

Uriel shifted uncomfortably. You don't need to look to know that under the clothes, there must be a few ambiguous red fingerprints on the little succubus' snow-white and slender waist.

Pelosius was a little annoyed and wanted to use healing skills, but then he remembered that healing skills were also driven by divine power. If he used too much force, Uriel would definitely be the same as before, and he might actually cry...

Pelosius had blue veins on his forehead. Jumping, what is he thinking? Was he also bewitched by darkness?

"Seus, Hughes..." The young man in his arms wanted to relieve himself but couldn't figure it out. Instead, he regained some consciousness and nuzzled Pelosius like a small animal. The tears accumulated in his eyes couldn't be shed. Blinking away with thick and long eyelashes, he looked at Pelosius with red eyes and said, "Don't you want to kiss me?"

Pelosius felt that his sanity was in danger, but...

he simply He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, but the hot voice in his ears kept tempting him.

"Don't you like me?"

"If you like me, why don't you kiss me?"

"Xius, I feel so uncomfortable."

"What are you hesitating about?"

Uriel was almost mad because he liked someone What kind of wood?

At this moment, all the gods that should not be blasphemed were forgotten. Uriel's vague consciousness only knew that he and the person in front of him liked each other, that he was in estrus, and it was natural for Hughes to help him solve the problem.

Uriel reluctantly bit the man with his eyes closed, his throat was burned to the point of becoming hoarse, and he said dullly: "If you don't help me, I'm going to die."

If the succubus' estrus period is suppressed, The last explosion will be extremely violent. If it is not resolved or irrigated by the essence, it will die in the burning flames.

The voice of my heart was conveyed to Pelosius truthfully.

Pelosius opened his eyes, which were obviously golden eyes, but at this moment they were dyed dark by something.

The warm and dry fingertips rubbed the hard and smooth horn, then touched the tip along the arc, and then the whole hand tightly wrapped the horn less than two fingers, feeling the slight trembling of the body under the palm, Complex emotions flashed across his eyes.

"What if I disappear in the future?" Pelosius asked softly.

Uriel rubbed his head and stroked his hand. Although he didn't understand why Pelosius said that, he was very anxious. Although he was confused, he still smartly realized what answer Pelosius wanted. He answered in the affirmative obediently: "Then I don't regret it either."

"Yes." There was a gentle smile in Pelosius's eyes, and he kissed Uriel.

The boundless crimson color spreads, and the fragrance in the air seems to be a little sweeter.

Before giving Uriel what he wanted most, Pelosius suddenly thought of something. His face wet with sweat looked intently at him. The delicate eyebrows were stained with the gorgeous color of the little succubus, and he spoke dumbly. Asked: "Do you like me, or do you like God who has favored you?"

Ah? Isn't Hughes a god?

Uriel was confused and his brain was turned into a puddle of mush. He was so stuck that he almost burst into tears. He choked with tears and urged: "You, I like you, I like Hughes!

" The last stone in Losius's heart fell, and his eyes were infinitely gentle.

If he is just part of the God of Light, then he is not the real God of Light. Fortunately, Uriel only likes him.

There was a gentle and contented smile on his lips, but his movements were not slow at all.

Uriel also successfully cried with satisfaction.

Although, fortunately he is a succubus, should he be said to be worthy of being a god?

Wisteria's small tree house was covered and isolated by the divine power for three days. Morris and the elves who lived next door were frightened for three days.

"High Priest, is Brother Uriel's injury serious?" Ai Luo held his face in his hands and looked at the tree house not far away, and said worriedly: "It has been three days, has the Divine Envoy Hughes not been cured yet?"

Harrison and Neal also looked at Morris.

Morris shook his head and sighed and said, "I don't know. I hope Uriel is safe."

He touched the heads of each elf and said, "Let us pray to the mother tree for Uriel."

The elves They all nodded.

But before the prayers started, the divine barrier that enveloped the tree house suddenly disappeared.

Morris stood up in surprise, thought for a while, and asked the elves to stay at home while he went over to take a look first.

"Okay." The elves were extremely well-behaved.

Morris stood in front of the door of the Wisteria Tree House and knocked gently: "Sius, is Uriel's injury okay?"

Here he comes.