"No kidding, Princess Elena." Fisillis fell to the fingertips of the princess who had grabbed the corner of his robe, and the other party let go as if it had been burned, and he raised his eyes to look at the other party and said in an irrefutable serious tone.

Elena scratched her flushed cheeks with her index finger that grabbed Fisilis, and surprisingly did not stalemate: "Okay, okay, please enjoy it slowly." ”

Fisilis watched Elena leave, and when the door was closed, he reached out to untie his shirt, and suddenly his fingertips paused slightly, and he turned his head to look. Elena, who went and returned, only poked her head out from behind the door, her eyelashes drooped, her eyes were firmly fixed on the ground, she just didn't look at the half-undressed man, and stammered: "That, that, I didn't mean to do it just now, hug, I'm sorry, that's all." With that, he left and closed the door.

Elena patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, her little daughter's delicate appearance just now made her father and brother see it and didn't know how surprised they were, after all, Elena has always been a fierce existence comparable to a dragon in front of them, so that they sometimes forget that they are a woman in front of them.

Elena couldn't tell why, she subconsciously knew that the person was unhappy, and subconsciously made that shy gesture, as if she subconsciously knew what was best for herself in front of that person.

As Elena had guessed, Fisiris thought of her shy but anxious to explain when she thought of her shyness and anxious explanation, and her red eyes were as red as rouge.

It's still a cub.

Feeling that he found an explanation for the cub's rudeness, Fisilis also found that his current strength was below Elena. Elena is the youngest heir of the Demon Emperor, and she already has such strength, so the strength of the other princes and their father the Demon Emperor is afraid that it is different from what he thinks, far above him.

Fisilis, who didn't know Elena's particularity, misestimated the total strength of the Demon Palace, and while admonishing himself that he was still not cautious enough, he put aside the laziness of the past few months, and thought about how to make his strength grow greatly.

The source of his power is nothing more than death and rebirth, and these two powers must be based on great numbers, and the largest race in the world is none other than the human race. Moreover, the greed and selfishness of the human race hardly required much effort on the part of Fisilis to break out into great contradictions and wars.

In fact, Fisilis does not like to harvest human lives, but the struggle between all races has been going on since the beginning of heaven and earth, so he can become one of the eight main gods.

Thinking of his next destination, Fisilis relaxed his body soothingly, his long silver hair fluttering with the undulations of the water, sparkling like the moon in the night. Transparent water droplets jumped up from the water and landed on the delicate and smooth skin, kissing the curved and graceful chin, the slightly sunken collarbone, and the white and powerful chest all the way as if they were reluctant to give up......

The magic channeled to the mirror was suddenly disconnected, and the image revealed in the mirror dimmed for a moment, and silence returned to the room, except for the dull and rapid breathing of a certain king, and the chaotic heartbeat that only he could hear.

This is not right. Ansel said to himself. He almost abused his position to look for this man all the time, just to spy on him, just to catch him.

But...... A few months ago, in the first moment of finding this man, Anse Air suppressed the idea of sending someone to catch this man. He thought he was just trying to find the man's weaknesses and get rid of them in one fell swoop, because Fisillis seemed too "flawless".

Then he watched for a day, two days, seven days......

At first, he didn't understand why Fisillis had to spend so much effort to fight all the way up from the bottom. It wasn't until he found out that the other demons still respected him even after not knowing the origin of Fisilis, Anse El suddenly remembered the "treatment" that Fisilis had received in the Celestial Clan, and he couldn't help but feel a little indescribable in his heart.

After Ansel realized that he had put too much attention on this "prophet" who didn't know whether it was true or not, he couldn't take his attention back.

For the last time, this is the last time. Anse El said this to himself in his heart, and then fixed himself on the long, slender body with a greedy and dark gaze that he was not aware of.

There seemed to be a fire burning in the depths of his body, Ansel frowned and glanced down at his lower body, his face darkened a little, with a hint of disbelief. The images in the Celestial Mirror seemed to attract him as if by magic, and Anse El was about to get up and leave after a few seconds of gloomy struggle.

Before he could let go of the mirror, he saw the silver-haired man in the mirror stand up, and his body, perfect as if the world's most favored body, was finally imprinted on the bottom of Anse Elbi's shocking eyes—Fisilis's face could only be regarded as delicate, but his figure would be loved even by God.

However, Fisilis never realized this, he just cleansed his body naturally, and he was born of killing, and he was unexpectedly extremely disgusted with the smell of blood on his body.

Anse El's body sat down again without leaving his position, and his eyes followed the fingertips of the god wandering over his body, inch by inch, from his shoulder blades to his back, and then to his lower body......

Although there was no celestial in the empty room except for himself, Anse El still adjusted his sitting posture, overlapping his two long legs together, his face was cold, and he was serious, and people who didn't know thought he was watching some meeting, instead of a beautiful woman out of the bath.

Fisilis changed his clothes and left the bathroom, and after a long time, Anse El cleared his throat and called out in a voice with a hint of hoarseness, "Someone is coming......"

When the high priest saw Ansel, he found that a hint of satisfaction flashed on the other party's face, but he didn't think much about it when he was worried about the people of the Celestial Clan, and said anxiously: "Ann, Your Majesty, the disease of lethargy has gradually spread into the main city, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that the main city will not be able to help but fall!" ”

Ansel groaned and touched his thumb: "No other harm has been found in this lethargic symptom so far, so the high priest does not need to panic." ”

"But ......"

The little priest who followed the high priest also persuaded him: "Yes, Lord Garth, this disease only makes the people sleep, you don't have to blame yourself so much, besides, the gods sent down miracles last time because of your prayers and those of the king, and I believe that this time I will not bear to see the people suffer." ”

It was good that he didn't say this, but as soon as he said this, an unnatural look flashed across the high priest's face. Ansel, who knew the High Priest, noticed his expression, his expression darkened, and he asked the Little Priest in a cold voice, "What miracle?" ”

The little priest opened his mouth wide in surprise and looked at the high priest with drooping eyes in confusion, didn't the king know about this? But wasn't this miracle prayed by the king and the high priest?

"What's going on!"

The king's cold shout frightened the little priest with little experience, and he immediately knelt on the ground and said in a panic: "It's just the epidemic five years ago, everyone outside says it, everyone says it......

"What do you mean?" Ansel's face gradually sank.

"Say...... It was the high priest and you who prayed day and night in the temple that moved the gods, and that's it...... He sent down an oracle and gave medicine to cure the disease. The little priest choked up, and he was frightened by the cold and unsympathetic king, after all, the king was usually there because there was a high priest with a cold face, but it could not reach the level of coldness.

The little priest looked at the king who was covered in cold with tears in his eyes, and suddenly realized that the rumors of the king's indifference were true, and the epidemic of five years ago seemed to be □□.

Ansel had already guessed in his heart, but he was still uncomfortable hearing the words of the little priest, he looked at the black-haired priest who avoided his sight for the first time, and his heart flashed without knowing whether it was disappointment or anger, so he just waved his hand and said coldly to the little priest kneeling on the ground: "You go down first, stay in the residence for the next few days, and don't go to the temple to serve again!" ”

It would be bad if the little priest guessed something, and it seemed that he could not stay.

The little priest seemed to have a premonition of something, and looked at the high priest with a shocked and begging gaze, and after seeing the high priest avoid him, those emotions gradually turned to despair, and then numbness. He lowered his head and let the two guards escort him out.

He knew he was done. Even if he didn't think about anything, he couldn't escape death.

Before leaving, he heard the king's angry but very low voice: "How can you! You know that the medicine is not ours......" The voice behind it is far away, and it is impossible to hear clearly.

It's not us...... What the?

The little priest's lifeless eyes moved, and after the sluggish brain that had almost given up his life, he finally realized the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly turned his head to look back, staring at the magnificent hall that was getting farther and farther away from him.

The movement of the little priest was too great, and the guards who escorted him were taken away, and seeing that he seemed to be looking at the hall unwillingly, one of them sighed, hesitated, and comforted: "You relax, although you know something you shouldn't know, but the king will not be so ruthless." "The number of Celestial Clans is not large, and recently, "sleeping sickness" has spread, and every Celestial Clan person cherishes it even more.

The little priest slowly turned his head, looked at the guard with a look of emotion in his eyes, and suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled, his voice full of sorrow: "But where can I go?" What is the difference between being rejected by the king and death? ”

Seeing that the two guards seemed to be a little silent, the little priest continued to ask, "It's just that even if I am disgusted, I want to understand what I have done wrong, I ...... I didn't do anything......"

The last mutter, which was close to grievance, hit the guard's heart at once. Although the king has always asked them to be wary of foreigners in recent years, he is very soft-hearted towards the Celestial Clansmen inside.

The guard looked at the distance of the next checkpoint, and saw that the other guard was ignoring him, and knew that the other party couldn't bear it, so he whispered to the little priest: "Actually, you can be regarded as hitting the muzzle of the gun, and this matter was originally not intended for the high priest to let the king know......"

The guards briefed the prophet who had only been present for a short time and his involvement with the king and the plague, which did not prevent the gifted little priest from understanding.

After hearing that the medicine for the plague was actually made by the "prophet", but that the high priest had taken all his fame, he had not yet received a shred of respect. The little priest hid the shock in his eyes, and glanced back at the silver-white hall with only a sharp horn exposed. And this time, in his eyes, there was only indescribable complexity and a trace of deeply suppressed disgust.

It turns out that the person who saved himself is not ......

The little priest remembered his worship of the high priest, remembered that he sang the praises of the high priest to others, and remembered the way the high priest looked at him with a gentle face on weekdays...... Finally, he remembered the emptiness of the high priest's heart that had just been in the main hall avoiding his begging gaze.

Another guard lightly kicked the energetic guard, and the guard immediately relented and led the little priest through the checkpoint with a solemn face. And the little priest had already lowered his head and hid the sarcasm on his lips. 166 Reading Network