One Hundred Ways to Become a God

Ambros is very happy.

He has not felt so relaxed for a long time.

When the blood of the Son filled with light of divine power flows into his throat, it is like a warm stream that smashes through the dry and cracked riverbed, filling a black hole that has been vacant in his heart.

As a race that uses blood as a source of strength, he tasted the blood of almost all creatures on the continent of Deland.

He drank the blood of World of Warcraft, which is a kind of burning sensation similar to spirits. Drinking more will make people's heart beat more and less rational. He has drunk the blood of ordinary people. It turns out that ordinary people even have blood. It’s just plain, it’s boring and tasteless, and it can provide very little power. He also accidentally drank the same kind of blood. It should be a taste similar to green apple cider, very characteristic... Of course, he also because Curiously tried the blood of the clergy, which contained a powerful force, but the smell of the smelly rag that made him really can't be loved.

However, the bright Son in front of him is an exception.

In Cecil's blood, he not only did not feel the unique annoying taste of the light believers, but also tasted a sweet milk cake taste on the tip of the tongue.

This kind of food frequently appeared on the afternoon tea table of the noble lady and the ladies. He once tasted a few pieces out of courtesy, but it turned out that this kind of sweet and greasy food is really not his intention, unless necessary, he Generally avoid dealing with them.

However, when this taste appeared in the blood of the bright Son, it was inexplicably attractive. When the bright red blood slowly flowed out from the small wound on Cesil's face, the sweet smell He began to seduce him, and eventually he could not control himself for a while, and he did not sneak up on his face with his tongue.

When he smashed the last trace of blood on Cecil's face and suddenly returned to God to realize what he had done, the body was in the same place.

- Although he has drunk a lot of biological blood, he actually has a very serious cleansing, and he is very concerned about the etiquette of eating. He never uses his teeth and tongue to feed on his prey like an unreasonable beast.

Just right - what did he do?

He married Cecil's face?

...and it feels good?

The cleansing patient, Lord Ambrose, fell into deep irritability for his unusual psychology. He frowned at the "quiet" son lying on the bed, meaning "unscheduled".

Because it is a race that is accustomed to acting in the dark, even in the middle of the night, he can clearly see the expression on Cecil's face.

The saint frowned, the delicate facial features were slightly distorted, and there was an obvious painful breath in the eyebrows. The pure black scorpion faintly glowed with water, which was very good... provoked the predator to tear him Broken desire.

His gaze fell on the wound that had healed halfway on Cecil's face.

The wound itself is not big, and with the strong self-healing power of the Son itself, there is no more blood flowing out of the wound, and it will take another hour or two to disappear completely.

Such a small wound can hurt like this, but it is really a delicate child.

When he thought of such thoughts in his mind, the irritability in his heart was suddenly healed.

I don't know what's going on. Originally, he was too simple for the head, completely controlled by the pope, and the saint who was destined to live for a long time did not pay extra attention, but that day he kissed the holy day at the advent celebration. When the child's back of his hand, he suddenly felt the sweet scent from the light blue blood vessels of Cecil, and constantly tempted his taste buds.

This is very strange. He had never been close to the Son before, but he still smelled this interesting taste for him for the first time.

This strange change made him uncharacteristically, chose to stay there after the opening of the celebration, and watched the bright Son with great interest.

At first, the scent was very light. He had to feel it carefully to smell some scent, but as time went by, it seemed to become more and more obvious and rich. He couldn’t stay close to Cecil. I smell the wonderful smell that comes out through the flesh.

Moreover, in addition to this, he also unexpectedly harvested some interesting little details.

For example, the bright Son did not have the simplicity and the ribs that he thought at first. Although Cecil disguised himself well, he could still see that his body was in a very tense state. There is a faint sense of defense against the pope and him.

Like a vigilant little mouse, although the head is very clever, but because it is too weak, it can only be stunned in a dangerous situation.

Just like now, for the things he just did, the little mouse must be full of fear, but he can only lie in bed and let him be at his mercy.

He reached out again, flexed his knuckles, and slowly rubbed on the smooth face of the bright sun, carefully feeling the delicate touch.

This little guy is too delicate and too painful. He is a very principled person. Although he lives on the blood, he does not have the fun of killing. He does not want to see the prey of tears and tears. Look like.

That will affect his appetite.

The little guy's face is really cold. Look at the sluggish look. It must have been frightened by the monster of his horrible evil and blood.

......

What he didn't know, however, was that He was not scared by the red-eyed monsters who were horrible and evil, but also drinking blood. He was just quietly in a daze.

In fact, in the moment of the pair of **** scorpions, he guessed that Ambrose would be his lover of this world.

- In the original plot, Ambrose did not show any special interest in Cecil, his heart was placed on the confrontation with the Pope and King DeLand, and he was not interested in paying attention to his small person. .

Then, the reason that the other party can suddenly change the temperament and make a complete disagreement with the original plot is that only Ambrose is also an outsider.

And in the moment when his mental power touched the other side, he completely determined the guess in his heart.

That feeling is too familiar, even if it is only a few seconds of touch, he can identify the lover's breath without difficulty.

Fortunately... he followed.

This huge stone that has been hanging in He Xin’s heart has finally been completely put down.

Then, he couldn't help but think about what method the person used to follow. After all, in the identity of the lover's previous life, it is basically impossible to die naturally...

Because thinking about the past thoughts is too fascinating, He Wei is immersed in his own thoughts, and he does not notice the blood elves in front of him.

The blood elf used the knuckles on his face and touched it all over again. Then he looked at the little prey that his eyeballs had not turned around, and finally realized that something was wrong.

... really scared by him?

It should not be.

How to say it is also the bright son, even the World of Warcraft has been killed, but he was scratched a small wound on his face, just scared his eyes can not turn?

Thinking this way, he made a move, and squeezed the chin of the blind man with a little bit of force.

The little mouse was twisted by his chin, and it was like a sudden break of the seal. The dark eyes of the eyes turned and turned to his sight.

In this pair of eyes that are as bright as black agate, he saw his reflection -

It was indeed an extremely horrible face. The five senses were covered by ecstasy and turned into a faint black mist. Only two **** red beasts with cold and evil atmosphere were clearly reflected in them.

If you don't look at the body of another person, anyone who is seeing such a face will probably be greatly scared.

If the tolerance is a little bit worse, maybe it will faint directly.

His face sank suddenly, his movements slightly squeezing the man's chin, twisting his face away, not wanting to see himself in the pure black eyes like the morning dew. The reflection.

Although He Yan couldn't see his face, he also felt the sudden feeling that he suddenly became bad from the sudden movement of this person.

Perhaps because of emotional instability, he felt that the pressure of Ambrose was reduced, he seized the opportunity to raise a hand and struggled to hold on Ambrose's wrist.

- The posture of being twisted around the neck is really unfriendly to his cervical spine!

Ambrose wants to knock out the hand that the person does not know how to hold it in his hand, but the slender wrist looks too fragile. Under the moonlight, the skin is white and transparent, and the light blue veins are very conspicuous. It seems to be able to see. To the trajectory of the blood flowing in it, he was very skeptical that as long as he squeezed it with a little force, the person's wrist would make a crisp "scratch" - and then simply cut off.

So he hesitated for a moment, still did not open the hand, and even eased the force of holding the chin of the Son, let him turn his face back in the direction of his own.

He Yan turned his face back, the pale lips opened slightly, and finally said the first sentence that the two met tonight: "...who are you?"

A very standard conversation between the victim and the perpetrator begins.

Although he already knows the identity of the person in front of him because of his own plug-in, Ambrose deliberately covers his face with his technique. It is obvious that he is hiding the identity of his head of the Paladin. He does not want him to know.

He still hasn't figured out the character of Ambrose. He can only follow his meaning for the time being and pretend that he doesn't know anything.

- The lover of this world seems to be very difficult to get along with.

Ok, it doesn't look like it is really bad to get along with, objectively speaking, the blood elf's singer is so bad that people can't bear to mention it.

The poor blood elf did not answer this question as a nonsense, nor did he pay attention to the Son's hand still on his wrist, but loosened his chin, his fingertips slipped, and then rubbed with the knuckles. The knot in his neck.

The throat is the most vulnerable part of almost all creatures in the continent, except for the heart. Here, under the thin skin, there are fragile airways and arteries that are filled with a lot of blood. Once they are caught here, basically It is equivalent to your own life being held in your hands.

The human throat is so sensitive and fragile that he just gently twitched the knuckles twice. This poor little prey can only roll the knot up and down, and can't control the swallowing.

He came to the interest, put some sharp nails on his body, put his index finger and thumb on the small throat, and gently squeeze it -

Then he heard a small, lovely inspiratory sound, and the hand that lingered on his wrist suddenly tightened, and the originally pale knuckles showed a bit of transparency because of the force.

He almost fell in love with this fun little game.

But... Ambrose regretfully released his hand.

If it wasn’t for the little prey that the pope deliberately developed a delicate bag, it would be a bit of a pain, and he could play it for a while.

He Yan held the **** elf's cold and hard wrist, and he couldn't stop breathing in his mouth.

This person... is really a bad taste.

What's worse is that because he has accepted the man by default, he was swayed by the man and reacted almost instantly.

There was no big problem in the reaction itself, but what is not good is that his body is not normal, and there are some uncontrollable factors.

A heat rose from the left waist of the "seed" he was buried by the Pope, and swept his body at an unstoppable speed, burning his senses in just a few seconds, he I only had time to grasp the man's wrist with all my strength, and asked him for help before completely losing consciousness: "An..."

But that sound is too light, it is simply a short fuzzy voice, because the syllables overlap, can not tell what he said is "an", or a meaningless embarrassment.

However, Ambrose was not in the mood to distinguish this. At first he thought that Cecil just gasped because he was a little uncomfortable, but when he saw that his breathing was getting more and more urgent, he found that things seemed to be somewhat Not quite right.

Cecil squinted in a very short period of time, but it was not stable in the dream. The long crow feathers constantly trembled and looked very uneasy.

He lifted his hand slightly, and the hand that had been holding his wrist fell down on the bedding as he lifted his hand.

He can swear that he is gently pinching it, and it is impossible to make people faint.

- Unless it is the problem of Cecil itself.

His brows wrinkled tightly, reached out again, and groped in an inch of light on the bright son. When he finally touched the left waist and the cross, he found the ghost in the body of Cecil.

It was a seed called "The Gift of Eros."

Eros is an ancient deity described in the Delandian mythology volume, a low-level **** who established a short-lived faith here before the goddess of light descended on the continent.

He is also known as the **** of eroticism.

Although the **** stayed in DeLand for a short time, he was expelled by the goddess of light very quickly, but it left some indelible traces on the continent.

In addition to being recorded on the pages of the Delandian mythology volume, the **** **** is best known for being a plant he personally created.

It is a plant called "Eros". On the first day of the spring day, it will bloom beautiful and beautiful flowers in the morning dew, exuding the fragrance that can entice the inner lover of the birth spirit. They spend a romantic and beautiful breeding season.

Because of the nature of this plant, they are also known as the “flower of love”, and their petals are often dried and ground into fine powders, which are processed into aphrodisiac incense for use. The help for men and women in the room was very popular among the aristocrats in the early days.

However, as Eros was expelled by the goddess of light, the plant was nourished by the lack of the power of Eros, and gradually disappeared on the continent of DeLand. It is only in the deep forests that are inaccessible that it is possible to find one or two plants. Most people don't even know their existence, even if they know it, they only vaguely heard that this flower has an aphrodisiac effect.

Therefore, few people know that in addition to the petals, the seeds of this plant have the same effect, and after proper treatment, even more than ten times better than the petals, it is called "the gift of Eros." ".

Just like the "Eros's gift" in Cecil's body, it has been specially crafted into a magical creature that lives in the human body.

Its shape is as tiny as a needle tip. It will first enter the host's body with food, find a suitable place to sleep, and when it senses the host's estrus, it will immediately wake up from sleep, crack the seed shell and set itself up. The magic is delivered to the host.

This kind of magic can make the host's body more suitable for eroticism and reproduction. To put it simply, it is to transform a normal person into a person who reveals sensuality from the bones.

However, these are popular practices in ancient times. Now, apart from some learned scholars, mentioning "Eros's gift" is almost always a fog.

Rao was an old man who read ancient books. He also searched for a long time in his mind before he came up with information about this seed.

This is really weird. How can there be such a seed that is almost synonymous with prostitution?

Moreover, the exclusivity of Guangming's power is extremely strong. Cecil has long been in the Holy See, full of light power, and the seed must be detected.

No matter how you look at it, it all reveals a kind of absurdity.

With a little thought, he understood that this "Eros gift" should be designed by the Pope himself in Cecil.

In addition to him, no one in the Holy See has such a great right to let the Light Son go to the Holy See with the "Eros's gift" without being discovered.

If you put it in front and know this dirty secret, he will probably only sneer twice, and then plan how to use this opportunity to attack the Pope.

But now, he looked at the bright sacred son who was in a coma, and his brow was so wrinkled that he could pinch a fly.

The role of "Eros's gift" is not simply to transform the human body. In the later period, it will slowly erode the mind of the host and turn them into people whose heads are in the lower body.

To be precise, that can't be called a person, it can only be called an animal dominated by desire.

Looking at the Son who was lying in the quilt and began to whisper softly, his eyes sank again.

......

Early the next morning, He Wei sat in bed and meditated for a long time, still couldn't remember what he had experienced after he was in a coma last night.

The seeds at the left waist are very quiet, as if the seeds of the last night and the burning of the body are just an illusion.

He used a low-order light technique to illusion an illusory mirror in front of himself, licking his collar and picking up his clothes to inspect it inside and out, and found no suspicious traces.

Even the wound on his face was completely healed, his cheeks became smooth and white, and he reached out and touched his face, feeling nothing of the uneven touch.

Waved his hand to break the mirror in front of him, and He continued to fall into meditation.

In fact, because Cecil has never had relevant experience in the body, it has led him to be unable to hold it directly when he was slammed by Ambrose...

He Yan sighed deeply.

Well, he admits that after he has confirmed his identity as a lover, he feels a little relaxed and will inadvertently let the seed in his body emptied.

Once the "Eros's gift" broke through the shell, it could no longer fall asleep. So the beautiful thoughts of the previous days can only be shattered.

The only good news is that the growth rate of this magic species is determined by the number and number of times the host is watered after the shell is broken. As long as he abstains from now on, he should be able to support it for a year or two.

... Moreover, he does not believe that the power of Ambrose will not find the difference in his body.

Even if the head of the Paladin is moody, it is very bad, and the interest is extremely bad, but He is the confidence of the fans, and his object is not to let him cool alone.

"Lord of the Son," Just as he considered these things, the old bishop’s voice suddenly came from outside the door with a knock on the door. "Are you awake? There are important guests from the Central See who want to meet you." ""

He Wei returned from meditation: "Please wait, I will be right."

Guest of the Central See?

Is it not enough for the Pope to think that the two Cardinals are not enough, and send someone to monitor him?

However, after wearing the clothes and simply cleaning and pushing the door open, he found himself completely wrong.

The person who came is not the pope. This person is very familiar with him. He just met last night, and maybe he had some kind of intimate contact when he was unconscious.

Ambrose is wearing a white gold knight costume that represents the highest level of the paladin. The broad back is straight and the nose is high. The dark blue eyes in the deep eye socket are so pure and translucent. The light golden hair is light. After being brought to the back of the head, it is as elegant and charming as the gathering of the soft sun's rays in the morning.

Seeing him coming out of the door, the head of the beautiful Palatine, who was graceful and elegant, adjusted his gloves according to the usual practice. He stepped down in front of him in front of him as if they were in the world. The first time I met, the cold lips were gently printed on the back of his pale hand.

"His Royal Highness Cecil," he looked up and stared at He, with the beautiful, deep blue eyes. "Good day."

The author has something to say: "There are many delicious blood in this world... Of course, it is the most delicious of my daughter-in-law =, ="

- "Deland Continental Blood Appreciation Encyclopedia" by Ambrose Eide