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

Chapter 136

In the most remote northwest corner of the Central Temple, there is a small white building with an independent courtyard. The courtyard is full of beautiful flowers and plants. It is the residence of Holy Son Uriel.

The original Holy Son lived in the most exquisite and gorgeous palace in the temple, but the new Holy Son Uriel did not like to stay in crowded places, so he moved to this small building himself, refused the service of all the attendants, and lived alone.

Today, the small building welcomed its first guest in history.

Even if this guest is sleeping with his eyes closed on the bed, people cannot ignore his presence. Just a glance at him makes people feel inexplicably awe-inspiring.

But if you suppress this sense of awe, you will find that this guest is incredibly handsome. His calm eyebrows are majestic, and his blond hair is as smooth as flowing silk. Each strand seems to be dancing with gold, and his figure is even more... Tall and straight, with perfect wide shoulders and narrow waist, every lean muscle is full of male strength and beauty, and is extremely sexy.

Uriel sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the person on the bed, as if he was remembering something, with sweet tenderness in his eyes.

From the first moment he saw the other person, Uriel knew that this was the god who saved him, the only god he believed in.

Although he didn't know why the god suddenly appeared next to the statue and was still in a coma, Uriel couldn't bear the god sleeping on the cold floor, so he decisively took the god back to his place of residence and placed it in a small building with the best lighting. The most comfortable room - his room.

After the Lord God was settled, Uriel couldn't help but worry again.

What happened to Lord Kami?

Could it be that the gods heard his prayers, took pity on his desire, and came to see him specially?

But why is he unconscious again?

Uriel was full of doubts, and soon he gave up thinking. All his thoughts were focused on the person in front of him, and he looked at the god on the bed with fascination.

After three years of waiting and three years of praying, he finally saw Him again.

This time, he is no longer a pitiful dying dark creature, but the most loyal believer of God. He will tell his God how grateful he is to Him and how passionately he believes in Him!

The light saved him, the light redeemed him, and he was willing to dedicate everything to his gods!

Uriel suppressed the excitement and imagination in his heart. After several years of training in disguise, despite the ups and downs of his mood, the smile curved at the corner of his mouth was still just right, perfectly maintaining the image that the Holy Son of Light should have.

Uriel took out the Holy Son's exclusive silk handkerchief, stabilized his slightly trembling arms, and carefully wiped the cheeks of the person on the bed.

Although there was no dirt or dust on the other person's face at all, he just wanted to do something for God.

I don't know why the god is unconscious.

Are you injured?

Uriel was a little worried and couldn't control the random thoughts in his mind. It wasn't until the eyelashes of the person on the bed fluttered slightly that he hurriedly stopped the chaotic thoughts and took back the handkerchief.

Pelosius slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was an extremely beautiful face. His eyebrows and eyes were as magnificent as the afterglow of the sunset, but his temperament was holy and inviolable.

The man between a boy and a young man was well prepared and smiled at him. His smile was clean and bright, and his eyes of admiration were mixed with an eagerness that Pelosius could not understand now.

The other party opened his mouth, and Pelosius sat up, narrowed his golden eyes slightly, and asked: "Who are you?"

After a second's pause, Pelosius found that his memory was blank, all missing, and couldn't help but He frowned and murmured in a low voice: "Who am I?"

Uriel's keen hearing heard the last sentence clearly, his pupils dilated slightly, he realized something, and immediately asked: "Have you lost your memory?

" Losius hesitated slightly and sensed a familiar source of power from Uriel. The same source of power gave him a familiar feeling.

Judging that the other party should not be an enemy, Pelosius acquiesced in this answer and waited for Uriel to answer his question.

But Uriel was even more dazed and shocked than Pelosius at this moment.

What's happening here?

His god is the great god of light! How can I lose my memory?

"Are you sure?" Uriel's face was solemn, with violence and anger almost engulfing him.

Worried about being noticed by God, Uriel suppressed the negative emotions deep in his heart and asked worriedly: "Do you really have no memory at all?"

Pelosius searched the memory again, not knowing if he had woken up. After a while, I remembered something this time and said uncertainly: "I remember...my name is Hughes? I'm a human being."

How is that possible?

Uriel is absolutely sure! The person in front of him is the god he believes in. He is by no means an ordinary human being, but a serious god of light, swearing by the desire of a succubus!

"Your memory tells you that you are human?" Uriel asked again.

Pelosius still frowned and nodded slightly.

Uriel was stunned for a moment and asked seriously: "Can I check your body?"

Pelosius's expression moved slightly and he looked at Uriel carefully, his golden eyes reflecting the other's unabashed concern. In his eyes, he thought for a moment and nodded.

The divine power of the same origin carefully explored this nearly perfect male body.

The results showed that the body in front of me was really human.

Uriel fell into deep thought. When he was purifying the town yesterday, he heard that there was a huge power fluctuation of light and darkness somewhere. Combined with the fact that the god suddenly became a human today... Could it

be the god and the dark god? God is injured? So I lost my memory and became a human temporarily?

"So." Pelosius slowly moved his gaze to the face of the person in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"

Uriel's thoughts were interrupted, and his heart skipped a beat. Gods neither know nor bother to lie. , the fact is that the gods have become human beings.

...This must be an opportunity given to him by God!

Uriel stayed for a second, hiding his strong anger and hostility towards the Dark God, clenching the handkerchief in his hand, and suppressing the excitement in his eyes.

He blinked, quickly relieved the expression on his face, showed a smile as pure as a white lotus, and said warmly: "I am the Holy Son of the Temple of Light, my name is Uriel... I think I know who you are. Now."

Uriel told the story of picking him up from the statue, hiding the part where he knew Pelosius was the God of Light as soon as he saw him, and said with a smile: "You must have been sent by the God of Light. The envoy of God will lead us to resist the invasion of darkness. Lord Hughes, the temple welcomes you."

It seems so?

Pelosius felt something about the words "Envoy of the God of Light" and nodded.

Uriel's eyes flashed slightly and he said with concern: "However, there seems to be a problem with Mr. Hughes's memory. This is the safest place in the Central Temple and it is also relatively quiet. I suggest that Mr. Hughes temporarily stay here to have a good morning. Retrieve your memory."

"Of course, if you want to live elsewhere, you can. Don't worry, Mr. Hughes, the temple will do its best to meet all your requirements." Uriel's attitude was not tough, but he gave him an extremely

sincere Having made a choice, his eyes were soft, and his clear and melodious voice was unhurried, just like the true Holy Son of Light, gentle, kind, sincere and pure. Standing in front of such a person, it seemed that even the thought of being wary was a kind of blasphemy.

Pelosius, a human who had lost his memory, could see that the other party was trying to express goodwill, and his eyes could not help but warm up to the Holy Son of Light. He softened his expression, glanced at this clean and tidy room, and said, "Just stay here." It's not bad here."

After receiving the expected answer, Uriel's smile deepened almost imperceptibly. He chatted a few words with Pelosius about the current situation of light and darkness in the outside world, and noticed Pelosius' With an expression on his face, he stood up considerately: "Then you have a good rest first."

Seeing Pelosius nod, Uriel calmly took away the hand towel that had just wiped Pelosius' face and gently closed the door of the room.

With a "creak" sound, the indoors and outdoors were completely isolated.

Outside the door, when he thought that the Lord God slept in his room and would sleep there in the future, dyeing his room with the atmosphere of the Lord God, Uriel raised his lips with pleasure and stepped forward gracefully.

After going downstairs and making sure that Pelosius was not aware of this, Uriel suddenly stopped and took out a handkerchief. His dark and bright eyes were fixed on the pure white silk handkerchief. His holy posture was shattered in an instant. Gradually, a feverish scarlet color appeared - that was the original color of his eyes.

This is a handkerchief that has touched the Lord Kami!

Uriel's fingers trembled slightly, and his fingertips couldn't restrain themselves from twitching twice due to some disrespectful thoughts. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and buried his cheek in the handkerchief, taking a deep and happy sniff.

The familiar warm power poured in from the nasal cavity, spread through the throat, heart and lungs, and filled the whole body. The black eyes were so excited that they turned into bloody scarlet for a moment, and the tail almost stretched out.

Uriel sighed with contentment, rubbed the handkerchief with his cheek affectionately, thought for a while, carefully folded the silk handkerchief into small squares, stuffed it into his heart and placed it as if it were the most precious gift.

Pelosius didn't know anything about the face-changing behavior of a certain Holy Son downstairs. After searching the memory again, he found nothing. Pelosius tried to close his eyes and meditate, trying to find a trace of memory in this way.

But I still didn't find anything, but a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of my nose.

It has a sweet fragrance, but I can't tell what it is. It's okay if I didn't notice it. But when I notice it, I realize...it can't be ignored.

Pelosius simply opened his eyes, got out of bed, looked for the source of the unknown aroma, and observed the room by the way.

The room is not big, but it is clean and tidy, and the items are arranged meticulously. It can be seen that the owner is extremely self-disciplined and loves to be clean. So what is going on with this aroma?

Pelosius was a little confused.

He walked around and found a strange sweet fragrance coming from two places, one was the bed and the other was the cabinet where the clothes were placed.

There was nothing on the bed, and the quilt was soft and clean.

Pelosius finished checking the bed and opened the wardrobe.

The white robes in the closet were all worn by the Holy Son Uriel just now. They should be the unique robes of the Holy Son.

Pelosius glanced over these robes and guessed that this room should be Uriel's room.

Why give him your own room to sleep in?

Pelosius was confused again.

He hesitated for a moment between continuing to explore and giving up, then reached out and opened the drawer with the strongest aroma in the cabinet.

There are some familiar light fabrics in the drawer.

Pelosius glanced down, his hands were faster than his brain, and he subconsciously picked it up to check.

But fortunately before touching it, Pelosius thought of something in the flash of lightning, and quickly retracted his fingertips as if he was electrocuted, and then his whole body froze.

Who will tell him why the Holy Son of Light wears strange clothes in that place?

Why is there a hole in the back?

And a strange aroma?

Pelosius restrained his expression, stretched out a finger, and slowly closed the drawer, trying to forget the scene just now.

But sometimes the more you don't want to think of something, the more it creeps into your mind.

With a "pop" sound, Pelosius closed the closet too hard and accidentally removed a thin wooden door.

He caught half of the fallen cabinet door, took a deep breath with an expressionless expression, and accidentally inhaled the sweet fragrance that filled the room.

Pelosius: "..."

The door was suddenly opened, Uriel hurried in with desserts, and asked solemnly: "Your Excellency, Mr. Hughes? What happened -"

Before he finished speaking, Uriel's eyes were fixed on Pelosius held the closet door in his hand, his lips slightly parted in surprise.

Pelosius: "..."