Doujinshi. These are the two most shameless people it has ever seen.
Du Ze's back was to the bed, so he could not see what was happening on the bed like Eric. By the time Du Ze realized what was happening, Eric had taken a step back in amazement. Du Ze was hugged from behind in a rude and overbearing manner.
Du Ze smelled fresh water vapor and looked at the handsome young man with long silver hair, especially the fins on the other side's ears. The fins were the size of a palm and spread out like small wings – although he had never really seen them before, he had felt them in the dark.
The Moe Lord's dragon form.
"When I couldn't move, you seemed to have talked a lot." Xiu's blood-red eyes looked down. He first glanced at his stupid Moe Lord and then stared straight at Eric. His lips were clearly curved into a smile, but the feeling he gave was that of a furious dragon whose reverse scale had been touched. "You want Du Ze to kill me?"
… What's with this atmosphere of catching someone in the act!? Du Ze stared at Xiu's face in horror. He thought that Xiu had fainted from drinking but now it seems that Xiu did not lose consciousness. Therefore, the Moe Lord may, probably, possibly, have been watching the whole time.
Eric finally recovered from Xiu's transformation. In the face of Xiu's question, the Son of God answered without hesitation: "Yes."
die,why
try。
Xiu's ear fins retracted slightly, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly began to laugh.
"You have good eyes." Xiu laughed wildly and recklessly, his scarlet eyes filled with supreme satisfaction and ruthlessness. "If I must die, I will only die at his hands – in this world, only he can kill me!"
Du Ze jerked his head up to look at Xiu, who had a pair of bottomless red eyes. The stubbornness in Xiu's eyes clearly conveyed a message to him.
– No one can decide whether I live or die. Except for you, Du Ze.
At that moment, Du Ze's heart was not so much happy or moved as it was more appropriate to say that he was afraid. The feeling of controlling Xiu's life was like holding the most important treasure and walking on a very thin steel wire. It made Du Ze's heart shudder. Du Ze had no doubt that if he let Xiu die, that person would not hesitate to step into destruction.
Xiu told him a long time ago that if he didn't want him, then this world would be nothing to him.
"Will you kill me?" Xiu asked Du Ze.
Du Ze shook his head as if he wanted to shake his head off his neck. Xiu raised the corner of his lips, his smile full of determination. He forcefully held Du Ze in his arms and glanced at Eric again.
"He won't kill me." The light in Xiu's eyes seemed to be provocative and mocking. His long silver-gray hair slid down like mercury. "I'll tell you why."
"—!"
Eric's words were stuck in his throat, and he could no longer make a sound. He opened his eyes wide as if he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him. The black-haired youth was pressed down on the bed by the Silver Dragon, who had transformed into a human form. Even though the bed was made of good soft velvet, Du Ze felt a bit of pain, showing how much force the person above him was exerting. His glasses were crooked to one side, his mouth was occupied by Xiu, and even his breathing was dominated.
Too, too intense …!
Their tongues intertwined and rubbed, the mucous membrane was repeatedly licked and pressed, making it difficult for Du Ze to swallow. His eyes were red, his eyes were watery, and his breath was filled with the smell of Xiu. Under that kind of intense kiss, it was difficult to maintain consciousness, let alone think about the situation around him. When Xiu finally opened a gap, Du Ze could only instinctively think of taking in the oxygen that was lacking. He couldn't care about anything else.
"… I like to press him down on the bed and listen to his breathing." Xiu nibbled Du Ze's neck, his grin was a mixture of carnivory and aggression. "Watching him want to scream but don't dare to, want to resist but don't have the strength …"
Du Ze had just recovered a little from the kiss when he heard Xiu's explosive words. His breathing had not yet stabilized and his body was stiff. Xiu bent down and kissed Du Ze's Adam's apple, then bit Du Ze's collar and opened the gap a little.
"Suck his sensitive spots, let him show all his postures, and then …"
When Xiu looked up, there was no trace of Eric in the room. Du Ze was lying on the bed with his hands covering his eyes, his chest heaving, his slightly swollen mouth and ears red. The Moe Lord's move was really f * cking ruthless. Some stupid, cute person thought that Eric would never come to him again in this life to be his savior. No, it should be said that he would never want to see this pair of dog man and dog man again.
Du Ze felt something wet on his wrist and moved his hand away in fright. His moist black eyes met Xiu's red eyes. Xiu was above Du Ze, his silver-gray hair falling coldly on Du Ze's face, like touching the scales of a silver dragon.
"I will destroy the world?"
– Even if you become a Supreme God, so what? You are the only God in the whole world!
When he heard Xiu say the words "destroy the world," Du Ze's blood almost froze for a moment. He paused for a moment before he found his own thoughts and voice. "… Don't do that."
Xiu's blood-red eyes stared unblinkingly at Du Ze. He reached out and firmly grasped Du Ze's shoulder.
"Then look at me. As long as you look at me, I won't destroy the world. "Xiu's every word was filled with an extreme desire to control and monopolize. "If you don't look at me, I don't know what I'll do."
Du Ze felt some pain from Xiu's grip on his shoulder. Du Ze looked at the bright red eyes. This man's strength was not so much a threat, but more like he was afraid of losing something. Because there was no sense of security, he used everything and every word to bind the two of them together. Separation means death.
"I have been watching you." Du Ze whispered.
Whether it was reading a novel or in this world, there was only one person he had been watching.
Xiu's ear fins trembled and spread out like a peacock's tail feathers. He bent down and kissed Du Ze's earlobe. The cold fins rubbed against Du Ze's cheek. Du Ze couldn't help but shiver, not only because his sensitive ear was being licked, but also because of the hand that had penetrated his clothes.
"I don't want to endure it anymore." Xiu's hand that was exploring Du Ze's skin gradually tightened. "I want to possess you."
Du Ze felt a hot hard object against his thigh, but the feeling of that object was a little different from before. Some stupid, cute creature's gaze fell on Xiu's ear fins and he suddenly remembered something.
Wait, the dragon's Xiu seems to be … … two beeps … …?
Du Ze had just realized this horrifying fact when Xiu's whole body was pressed down – it was really "pressed down," the kind of pressure that causes one to lose all support and fall down heavily. Something seemed to have happened. Xiu suddenly fell on Du Ze's body, and some stupid, cute creature was directly pressed down and couldn't breathe.
"The aftereffects of changing forms … Damn …" Xiu closed his eyes, his blood-red pupils somewhat dilated. Although he had retained a trace of consciousness to listen to the conversation between Du Ze and Eric, his body was unable to move because he was drunk. When his bottom line was touched, he instinctively chose the strongest form.
"The gnome's physique is too weak." Xiu grumbled as he pressed down on Du Ze, his voice full of weariness. "The drunk Du Ze is very honest. He could have done something very comfortable, but he fell down first …"
Wait a minute, this young man seemed to have just heard something terrible?
Xiu hugged the Spartan-faced Du Ze in his arms, his long silver-gray hair spread messily over the two of them.
"We'll continue tomorrow …"
The Silver Dragon had fallen asleep comfortably while guarding its favorite treasure, leaving the treasure staring at it with a pair of black eyes that were filled with fear.
Continue tomorrow, continue tomorrow, continue tomorrow – in this young man's dictionary, is there still the day after tomorrow?
The next day, when Du Ze went out, he was bathed in the bright sunshine outside and was moved to tears. Xiu's plan to have a good fight with his stupid, cute creature was interrupted by the main plot. Compared to Du Ze's joy of survival, Xiu, whose plan was ruined, was pulling at his silver-gray hair. His red eyes exuded a strong unhappiness and murderous aura that almost made the guard who led the way cry.
Guard: I, I'm just an innocent NPC, are you kidding me?
Old John wisely followed them from a distance. The mechanical puppet, who looked no different from a human, came back yesterday not long after Xiu fell down. He was surprised to see the silver-haired, fin-eared Moe Lord. He came back with a piece of news: if Xiu wants to be the new governor, he must have more seniority than the current governor. As for what seniority is and how to improve seniority, no one said anything. It seems that the tower climbers will have to guess for themselves.
When Xiu and Du Ze arrived at the main hall, Eric was already there. Du Ze saw that Eric only glanced at them and then quickly looked away. He suddenly knew that their shameful behavior yesterday had left a serious wound on the pure and upright heart of the Son of God. The doujinshi was just a picture. Yesterday, they gave Eric a live kissing scene. It was simply a hooligan act.
"Is everyone here?" The governor, who has holy light, sat on the main seat and continued to emit his meaningless light. "Then let's begin."
The consul took out a sheepskin and respectfully began to report. Below them, in the center of the main hall, there were neatly arranged treasure chests. The consul counted the number of chests and ordered the soldiers to carry out the counted chests. Du Ze, who was closer to the door, could see the soldiers carrying the chests to the carriages in the distance and loading them into the white carriage.
"… Lord Governor, the 'Light' that was handed over this time has been fully loaded."
After the consul finished his report, he put away the sheepskin. At this time, there were still five treasure chests left in the main hall. The consul smiled and walked over to the treasure chests and opened them. "These are the 'hard work' of the Lords. The Lords have come from afar. If the reception is not satisfactory, please forgive us. "
Du Ze looked at the treasure chests and found that they really contained "light," not money as he thought. The condensed light element was sealed in the treasure chests. When the treasure chests were opened, the main hall instantly brightened several degrees.
"You are very good." Although Du Ze couldn't see the governor's face, he could feel that he was very satisfied. "The eighth layer of heaven needs an excellent consul like you."
The consul was overjoyed to be praised. At the governor's command, he eagerly opened all the treasure chests. The governor waved his hand and the "light" on his body suddenly scattered and drifted away. At this time, Du Ze saw that the scattered light was actually feathers of light, exactly the same as Xiu and Eric's feathers of light. Without the cover of the light, the governor finally revealed his full appearance. Just as Du Ze had thought, he was a proud man from the Celestial Race. The feathers of light fell on the treasure chests and began to absorb the light element at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, the light element was only enough to fill two treasure chests.
"The rest is yours," the governor said to Xiu and Eric.
Xiu looked at the current situation, then imitated the governor and put his feather into one of the treasure chests. Eric did the same. Soon, the remaining two treasure chests were emptied of the light element. Du Ze carefully observed the feathers and found that they had changed from five to six.
One more feather?
Du Ze looked at Eric and found that it was the same situation. Some silly, cute person had a conjecture: these feathers of light shouldn't be a symbol of seniority, right? Just like the army in the undead dungeon.
Although it's not certain, the feathers of light are obviously very important. It's best to collect as many as possible.
After lunch, they set off for the Seventh Layer of Heaven under the escort of the Archon. The means of transportation was still the same carriage, so the three-person carriage played out again. It was still the same narrow carriage, the same people, but the atmosphere was more dignified than before. Because Xiu had changed his form, it was naturally impossible for Du Ze to hold him again. The two switched positions and Xiu sat opposite Eric with Du Ze in his arms. The narrow carriage was crowded with three young people. Du Ze sat on Xiu's lap with a deep face. Xiu leaned his nose against Du Ze's neck and breathed deeply. Eric looked out the window in silence. The whole scene could only be described as treacherous.
The God's Messenger of Salvation and the Devil King of Destruction were shamelessly together. Just thinking about it makes one feel the despair of the Son of God.
After a day's journey, the carriage crossed the huge white wall and arrived at the seventh layer of heaven. In fact, there was a very convenient magic tool in this world called the teleportation circle, which could be used to teleport from one station to the next in an instant. However, they chose to travel in the form of a caravan, which felt like they were showing off. Along the way, all the creatures who saw the caravan had a look of awe on their faces.
The carriage stopped outside King's City in the seventh layer of heaven and waited for the city's leaders to greet them. Du Ze looked at King's City not far away. It was obvious that the seventh layer of heaven was inferior to the eighth layer of heaven in terms of area and degree of prosperity.
The consul of the seventh layer of heaven soon came to greet them with a smile. What he did was no different from what the consul of the eighth layer of heaven did – treat them as distinguished guests, arrange the best accommodation for them, and hold a grand welcome banquet. By the way, the silly Moe reader who escaped the first day did not escape the fifteenth. After he finished his dinner, the Moe Lord enjoyed him.
Du Ze bit his quilt and cried. His waist was so sore that it didn't feel like it was his own. The Moe Lord in his dragon form was very strong. He would speak his mind bluntly and put it into action without restraint. However, it was strong and not coercive. Du Ze knew very well that if he really wanted to refuse, Xiu would never force him. In view of the silly Moe reader's social barrier and the unprincipled brain-dead behavior of the Moe Lord, Xiu always got what he wanted.
"There's still a little time before dawn." Xiu licked Du Ze's sweaty neck. "Let's do it again."
"…" We've been fighting all night and it's already past midnight. Moe Lord, restrain yourself!
Du Ze didn't dare to say he was tired because if he did, Xiu would feed him blood. Dragon blood is worthy of being a high-level material in this world. Not only can it restore blood, but it can also increase the upper limit of physical strength. Under the strengthening of a large amount of dragon blood, Du Ze's fighting strength rose from five to ten (still a dreg) and his hearing improved a little. Although the sound he heard was a little muffled, at least he didn't have to rely on headphones. With the help of dragon blood, some silly Moe reader was able to stay awake after being loved all night. Moreover, he only felt that his waist was sore but not painful.
Xiu pulled himself out a little and stretched out his finger into Du Ze's body. Because of the long intertwining, his penis was slightly red and swollen. Xiu felt the softness and wetness, and his blood-red eyes became more and more intense.
Because of some scruples, the silver-haired, red-eyed young dragon only entered his penis intertwined all night. But greed has always been the nature of dragons. This race has never been good at restraining themselves. Get a lot, want more, and the ravine of sex can never be filled.
"Du Ze …" Xiu bit Du Ze's ear. "I want to go all in."
*****
The river crab said: We must have a pure heart and few desires.
*****
Du Ze could never forget the expression on Eric's face when he saw Xiu carrying him into the main hall. The silly Moe reader's heart was already dead. He couldn't stop the main plot from happening, nor could he remove the "chain" between him and Xiu. So he could only be carried by Xiu – a shameful princess carry.
The doujinshi who witnessed the whole thing said that after living for so many years, these were the two most shameless people he had ever seen.
The governor turned a blind eye to the turbulent undercurrents below. Seeing that everyone had arrived, he once again asked the local consul to give his report. Du Ze counted the number of treasure chests that were loaded into the white carriage on the seventh layer of heaven. However, in the end, there were only three treasure chests that the consul used to please them. That was nearly half of what he received last time.
Perhaps because of this, the governor didn't say anything. He waved his hand and let his feathers absorb the light elements in two treasure chests, leaving only one for Xiu and Eric. Because of the reduction in the number of feathers, this time the number of feathers did not increase for Xiu and Eric. There was only a hazy mass of light mixed in with the feathers, obviously not enough to form a new feather.
The god's tower really won't let them collect feathers so easily. According to the current situation, the amount of light elements they can get should be getting less and less.
Du Ze's conjecture became a reality in the sixth layer of heaven. The consul only took out one treasure chest to please them. The governor was obviously not very satisfied, but he didn't say much and took away the light elements in the treasure chest. This time, he didn't leave anything for Xiu and Eric.
"Hey." The governor's act of taking everything for himself finally provoked the dragon's anger. Xiu called out to the governor who was about to leave. "Leave the light behind."
"Are you ordering me?" Dozens of light feathers spread out around the governor. The governor glanced disdainfully at Xiu's light feathers and walked away arrogantly. "Wait until you're more qualified than me."
Du Ze silently stepped back from Xiu's side. The silver dragon beside him has a bad temper. If it weren't for the fact that the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize was the celestial race, the luminous object would have been crushed by the angry Moe Lord. In fact, Du Ze thought that Xiu would use his feathers to plunder the light elements – the dragons have always been greedy for treasures – but Xiu didn't do that. He didn't even touch Eric's light element.
"I can't grab it." When Du Ze asked this question, Xiu snorted and said, "When that idiot is present, my control over the feathers is limited. I went to see the white carriage and it was also forcibly protected. "
It's not that he didn't want to grab it, but that he didn't succeed. The Moe Lord even wanted to take the carriage … This young man is really too stupid and naive.
The carriages did not stop for long as they continued on their way to the next layer of heaven. Perhaps it was because the level of difficulty of the divine tower was slowly becoming more and more difficult, but the three people in the carriage were all thinking about the current situation and countermeasures. In a sense, it was an atmosphere of academic harmony. Du Ze sorted out the information he had obtained so far: From the governor's performance, he can basically determine that the feathers are equivalent to seniority. The senior governor probably has a class suppression over the less experienced tower climbers – the governor has absolute priority control over the light elements in the treasure chest and can't attack him. Every time the consul turns in the light elements, the governor will take more than half. In this way, the governor will have more and more feathers and the class suppression will become more and more serious. Their seniority will never catch up with the governor's seniority. The celestial race is simply a death trap.
Is there any way to get out of this endless cycle?
When they arrived at the fifth layer of heaven, they lived in their respective rooms. Xiu asked Old John to call the consul of the fifth layer of heaven. Du Ze immediately knew what the Moe Lord wanted to do – since they can't rob the light elements of the highly experienced governor, then they can rob the light elements of the inexperienced consul.
Such a simple and crude method is indeed the favorite of the fighting races.
In the face of the hurried consul, Xiu straightforwardly asked him for the light elements. The smile on the consul's face suddenly froze. He stammered and said with cold sweat dripping down his face. In order to complete the required amount of light element, the Fifth Heaven was seriously lacking in light elements, and they could not squeeze out any more.
Du Ze looked outside. It was obviously a sunny day, and there were no dark clouds in the sky, but it gave people the feeling that it was cloudy and cloudy. From the eighth layer of heaven to the fifth layer of heaven, every time they passed, the surroundings would double in brightness. This is a sign that the light elements are getting thinner and thinner.
Being stared at by Xiu's scarlet eyes, the consul didn't say anything. Then he miserably said that although he can't directly give Xiu a treasure chest filled with light elements, he can provide mages and soldiers for Xiu to take with him to collect light elements – Xiu does have this right.
It seems that this is really the right way to conquer the celestial race.
It wasn't until Du Ze and Xiu took the consul's men to collect the light elements that they really understood the difficulty of this quest. Du Ze was riding on Xiu's back. At this time, Xiu had returned to his dragon form. The silver dragon carried the black-haired youth and looked down at everything that was happening below. In the manor below, the consul's mage was leading a line of soldiers and talking to a male aristocrat. The aristocrat looked at the silver dragon in the air and hesitated for a moment before nodding his head. Seeing that the aristocrat had agreed, the mage waved his hand and the soldiers scattered the powder around the manor. Then he raised his staff and recited an incantation. The scattered powder gathered into a circle of runes that became smaller and brighter. Finally, a "light" the size of a ping pong ball was locked up by the runes. The mage threw the light element into the box carried by the soldiers and led the line of soldiers to the next place.
In the place where the light element was condensed, there was a "darkness" that was like a black fog. It melted little by little in the air and shrouded the area like a diluted haze. It was obvious that the area was darker than the surrounding area, as if it was covered with a layer of light gray that could not be washed away.
In the world of "Mixed Blood," light and dark elements are special magic elements. They are opposed to each other, but they also have a "complementary" characteristic – within a certain range, if the light element decreases, the dark element increases, and vice versa. Du Ze stared at the dark element that appeared to make up for the loss of the light element and suddenly realized a heavy fact.
Just now, the mage had marked out an entire manor and had only managed to collect one Light Element. To fill up a box, he would need hundreds of Light Elements. How big would the area be? Or how many times would he need to collect the Light Element in the same area? Every time they collected, it meant that a place was shrouded in dark elements, which is more terrible than collecting money. Creatures can live without money, but if a place is completely shrouded in corrosive dark elements, any creature can only die.
After a whole day of collecting, they only got half a box of light elements, just enough for Xiu to condense his sixth feather. Du Ze looked at the light feather. For them, this useless feather only represents qualifications, but it is built on the basis of robbing the living space of other creatures.
[Your honor is written in the blood of others.]
The pagoda instigated him.
The author has something to say: Girls have waited a long time!! Finally, today's chapter was updated. TUT shamefully stretched out his hand to ask for birthday wishes.
Incidentally, the princess hug was like this: 233xd Thanks to Ming Yi's picture
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