Chapter 102 The Son of the Fallen Evil God

Although he managed to fool the Pope, Lin Xiaodong also knew that his recent actions were indeed too eye-catching.

The day after encountering the evil god, he went to the library to find the ancient book that Lynn accidentally discovered in the information, and read it from beginning to end. In fact, the content is all good. It is all about the history of the mainland before the establishment of the Guangming Church. The author's narrative is also very impressive. In the end, he sublimated his ideas and evaluated the influence of religion on people in an objective manner.

However, I also know that in today's era when the power of the Light God Cult is in full swing, the church will never allow such a book to be printed, let alone flow into the people.

Therefore, Lynn, who saw these histories for the first time, was so shocked - he couldn't even imagine that the world turned out to be without God in the first place. Faith will naturally be shaken, coupled with the simplicity of the mind and will not cover up, which will eventually lead to being caught.

As for Lin Xiaodong?

It's time to eat, drink, and he even learned to be open and mindful when praying and confessing. Anyway, the churches in this world follow a policy of ignorance of the people. The nobles are mostly illiterate.

Therefore, as long as he memorizes the "Bright Book of Light", which is not as thick as a high school history book, even in front of the most devout believers, Lin Xiaodong is not wrong at all.

In the eyes of outsiders, after receiving the favor of the God of Light, the faith of the Son has become more devout.

"Tsk."

At the bottom of the abyss, the evil god who deliberately put the ancient book on the shelf sighed regretfully.

But at the same time, he also developed a stronger interest in conquering the Son - challenging things are motivated, and the same applies to the gods.

"Sir, please take a bath."

After being immersed in the milk bath again, Lin Xiaodong was still a little nervous at first, for fear of encountering another metamorphosis, but after waiting for a long time, the Evil God didn't appear, so he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that it was just an accident before. After all, this is the base camp of the Church of Light. Even the Heretic God would not dare to break into the church again and again and kidnap him.

Lin Xiaodong stretched out his hand and took a handful of milky white milk from the bath and poured it on his arm. Not to mention, this milk bath really works. His skin was as smooth and tender as a freshly peeled egg, and he could only use the smoothest silk for his clothes, otherwise it would soon turn red from friction.

He took a peek at the worshippers who were kneeling below, and seeing that they didn't notice him, he quickly dipped a little milk with his fingertips, stretched out his tongue and licked it, and his eyes lit up instantly--

Good mellow taste!

According to the teachings of the Illuminati, the most precious treasures can only be dedicated to the church, so the milk used to bathe the Son of God is of course the best. Lin Xiaodong had never drank such delicious milk, so even though he knew it was just his own bath water, he couldn't help but secretly tasted two more sips.

Anyway, it's my own body... I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it.

But he didn't notice that the clouds outside the church gradually blocked the sunlight, and the statue of the God of Light in front showed a mysterious feeling against the background of the stained glass windows.

The devil at the bottom of the abyss silently watched the blond young man in the bath with cold eyes. When he saw his eyes narrowed happily because of the fragrant taste of milk, and there was still a faint circle of milk stains on his lips, his evil expression couldn't help. The corners of his lips twitched, as if he saw a kitten that was stealing the owner's milk.

Maybe feeding is also a good choice?

The evil god retracted his gaze, thought for a moment, and summoned an abyss monster that looked like a cow.

"Moo-"

The cow let out an angry roar that resounded through the desolate land.

Looking at the tendon flesh that bulged like a hill all over its body, the evil spirit was silent.

...he should grab one from the world and bring it back.

Lin Xiaodong, who was in the church, didn't know that he was being spied on again. After the believers finished reading the hymn, the experienced Holy Son took advantage of the opportunity for them to kneel and worship, and took the initiative to stand up and use the divine servant to prepare The clean silk on the side wraps his body.

He was barefoot, and just stepped out of the bath, when suddenly the door of the hall was knocked open from the outside.

"Who!?"

The servants of the gods who were kneeling quietly and did not dare to look directly at Shen Yan immediately jumped up from the ground and looked at the door with murderous intent.

Trespassing the worship ceremony is a capital offense!

"I'm sorry, I went wrong," the man at the door immediately stretched out his hands to show his innocence, but his eyes were staring straight in the direction of the Holy Son, with a clear look of fearlessness, "God of Light is above, I I really don't mean to offend Your Highness."

The man's greedy eyes glanced back and forth on Lin Xiaodong's bare chest and slender snow-white ankles, causing goose bumps on Lin Xiaodong's back.

However, even if they knew that he did it on purpose, the servants of the gods had nothing to do with him.

Because he is the Duke of Misai, the top of the royal capital's aristocratic circle, even the Pope must receive him politely when he sees him.

"Your Excellency, the Holy Son will change clothes next, please retreat for a while." The leading servant took a step forward, biting his head.

Misai glanced at him coldly, but he still remembered that he was in the Church of Light, and the person in front of him still had the identity of the Holy Son-although he had no respect for the Holy Son of a low-level commoner who had also been a bard. Disdainful, but Missy covets his body and beauty for a long time.

So he nodded and said to Lin Xiaodong with a smile: "I'm sorry, then I'll go first. Your Highness Holy Son, I'll be waiting for you in the confession room."

Although today's confession time has passed, Missy doesn't care about this.

After all, in his capacity, he can come to church whenever he wants.

The blond Saint Child stared at him quietly with those azure blue eyes, his snow-white body was wrapped in pure white silk, and his ankle-length blond hair was wetly attached to his chest, like a pearl hatched from a clam shell. Just like that, it's too beautiful to look at.

He gave Misey a faint smile, a flawless and holy smile that didn't seem offended at all.

"Walk slowly, Your Excellency."

After washing his body with clean water and changing his clothes, the Son came to the door of the confession room as promised.

"You are finally here."

Hearing the footsteps, Duke Misey, who was sitting behind the curtain, grinned, showing his white teeth in the darkness.

Lin Xiaodong sat down in a familiar position, however, when the servant outside closed the door, the magic candle on the table did not light up.

He wanted to get up and call someone, but Missy stopped him: "No, that's what I told them. I don't like the smell of magic candles."

In fact, he also screened out the guards around him in advance, Duke Misey thought proudly, but there is no need for the Son to know about this.

"Okay," the Holy Son reluctantly sat down and asked in his usual gentle tone, "God of Light is above, do you have anything to repent to the gods?"

"Yes," Duke Misey replied quickly. "Actually, I have a hobby that is not quite the same as ordinary people, and I often worry about it."

"The God of Light is tolerant of everything." The Son of God said.

"Ah, yes, yes." Misei said casually, "I also think the God of Light will forgive me, after all, my family has been blessed by the sacred lineage a hundred years ago. But those jian... civilians are really very It's annoying, they always stop my carriage in the street and ask me where their kids are."

The voice fell, and the Holy Son behind the curtain was silent for a while.

Misai changed positions on the seat with some impatience. He pursed his dry lips and stared at the darkness in front of him, his hands slowly reaching his lower body, and his breathing became heavier with the frequency of his movements.

"I'm sorry," the son's voice was as crisp and clear as a harp, making Misai even more excited, "May I ask, what are your hobbies?"

"It's just..." Missy shuddered, took a deep breath, and slumped on the seat with satisfaction, "I like to play with young children, especially those lively and cute little boys, I always treat them I love it so much, I can't wait to hold it in my hand... Watching them cry makes my heart break."

Recalling the scene at that banquet, Duke Misey's voice became excited again.

"Your Excellency," the Holy Son said, suppressing his anger, "you are doing this wrong. I..."

Just halfway through, his words stopped abruptly.

A big rough hand touched his waist from behind, followed by the man's thick/heavy gasping/breathing sound: "Baby, you are so fragrant."

The Son was about to scream when Misai quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

"Don't call!" He lowered his voice and said fiercely, "Otherwise I will be welcome! And no one will hear you when you call. I have already let those servants leave."

The blond youth who was forcibly imprisoned in his arms had moist eyes and his body trembled slightly, like a weak and helpless white rabbit. Duke Misai took a deep breath, and was dizzy by the faint smell of milk on the Holy Son's body.

But out of a man's show-off mentality, he continued to talk nonstop: "In my years of experience, children under the age of six are the best, they haven't caught the filth of the world, just like you, Your Highness the Son. , has the most beautiful mind and body, and is a perfect work of art..."

The more the man talked, the more excited he became, his breathing was short, his pupils were constricted, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed the chin of the Holy Son to force a kiss.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Duke Misey's obscene movements suddenly froze.

His eyeballs bulged, his mouth slowly opened, and a "hehe" sound came out of his throat, his skin began to charred strangely, and the blood flowing in his veins seemed to be boiling, and in the blink of an eye, layers burst Layers of blood flowers.

The Holy Son staggered, finally escaping his clutches.

He leaned his back against the icy wall and watched helplessly as Duke Misey grabbed his throat and let out an unhuman scream of pain.

The next second, the roaring stopped abruptly.

Hot blood was splattered on Saint Son's cheeks. He stood blankly in the dark. Although he couldn't see anything, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The cold feeling on the back suddenly disappeared.

A cold hand wrapped around his waist, and the familiar black viscous liquid wrapped around his body again. The Son came back to his senses after realizing it, and let out a terrified sob from the depths of his throat:

"It's you......"

"It's me." The evil spirit said.

But this time, there was a hint of icy anger in his voice: "Why don't you call my name?"

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Fu Jian;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 96 bottles of Fujian; 10 bottles of turtle hair; 0005 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!