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

Chapter 141

After communicating with the Mother Tree, Pelosius almost had an idea in his mind.

He walked towards Uriel, and as soon as he passed by, he saw Uriel's lips pressed tightly, his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking, and the air pressure emanating from his body became lower and lower.

"What's wrong?" Pelosius thought of Uriel's wilting appearance this morning, and his heart felt inexplicably heavy, and asked: "Still uncomfortable?"

When thinking of Angus, Uriel suddenly couldn't pretend. The perfect saint son said in a low voice: "It's okay."

I always thought that he was the lucky one chosen by the gods and had something special. Although this specialness may be just a little bit sprinkled by the gods, Uriel is still ecstatic.

Even if the gods didn't care, he still wanted to do his best to repay God, so after he tried hard to hide his identity and entered the temple, he began to rack his brains and wholeheartedly become a "perfect son", do good people and good deeds, and protect the believers of gods, just to Don't embarrass God and let everyone know how wise God's choices are.

In addition to this reason, there is Uriel's small selfishness. Just like Morris thought, he thought that he had done a perfect job and was loved by humans. When the gods lowered their gaze, they would most likely notice him, and he would be able to see the gods. With luck, he could also serve the gods.

The sudden arrival of God in the form of an envoy and the loss of his memory made Uriel strengthen his belief. He felt that this was an opportunity for God to test him. Otherwise, why would God come to him alone if there were so many believers?

But now, there is another holy son who is favored by God. It was exactly a month ago. He must have been favored by God before he lost his memory. Uriel is very uneasy. Will Hughes go to the other party in the blink of an eye? ?

Thinking that he had waited so long for God to come, but if God left him and went to someone else... Uriel suddenly clenched his fingers and gritted his teeth

. He accidentally bit a piece of soft flesh in his mouth and spread. There was a trace of rusty bloody smell.

Pelosius didn't know what Uriel was thinking, but he just thought he was feeling very uncomfortable. He frowned inadvertently, looked at Maurice, and said concisely: "I have instilled divine power, and the problem of the mother tree has been solved. As for the source, I'm afraid On those fallen elves."

Morris understood and said solemnly: "I will send someone to find them right now."

After saying that, Morris looked at Uriel, stretched out his hand and said: "I know healing, Uriel... ..."

"I can do it too, just let me do it." Pelosius naturally took the first step to hold Uriel's arm, dodged Morris's outstretched hand without leaving a trace, and said calmly: "It's better for the high priest to go first. Go find those elves?"

Morris didn't notice Pelosius's subtle movements, nodded, and left in a hurry.

But Uriel, who was being supported here, noticed it and stared blankly at Pelosius who was slowly supporting him back.

Pelosius helped him back to the tree house. He didn't know if Uriel was too uncomfortable along the way, but he didn't hear a word from his heart.

"What's wrong with you?"

Pelosius asked Uriel to sit down and then asked seriously.

Uriel usually cared for him impeccably, but this time Uriel was sick, and Pelosius believed that he had an obligation to take good care of him, which could be regarded as repayment.

Uriel said nothing and watched as Pelosius blinked blankly. His expression looked much better than before.

Pelosius gave him a confused look and asked again patiently.

Uriel suddenly laughed, and the smile filled the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He was so surprised that he was dazzled by this sudden move, and whispered: "Stomach, my stomach feels uncomfortable."

This time, Pelosius was stunned. He didn't He coughed comfortably, looked away and said, "I'll try the healing technique."

Pelosius stretched out his hand, his warm and dry palm pressed against Uriel's abdomen, and golden light overflowed from his palm, turning into A gentle warm current flows in.

[Xius's hands are so warm, I really want to keep them like this. ]

The voice rang in his mind. Pelosius had become accustomed to it and continued the treatment without changing his expression.

[The erosion has stopped, and there is no pain at all. It feels so comfortable. As expected of Hughes, it's amazing, but it's too comfortable. What should I do if I don't want Hughes to stop? 】

erosion?

Pelosius paused briefly and glanced at Uriel.

Uriel lowered his head and did not pay attention to him. He only focused on looking at his hand on his abdomen, with a faint blush on his face.

[How come Hughes's hand was placed exactly...in that place. 】

that place? which place?

Pelosius glanced subconsciously and rubbed it, isn't it just his stomach?

Unexpectedly, it was just a small movement of conditioned reflex. Uriel's body trembled, his face suddenly turned red, and his peach blossom eyes suddenly opened wide, looking like he had been bullied.

Before Pelosius had time to be confused by his appearance, Uriel's inner voice came out again, one after another: [Mother said it can only be touched by future partners. Why did Hughes do this? It made the place a little hot. , although through the clothes, Hughes shouldn't be able to feel it...]

[No, I'm about to be aroused into estrus, I have to hold it back, Hughes is here, don't scare him. ]

[But it's so exciting... Would it be so comfortable to be touched there? This is still through clothes, what if...]

A "horrible" imaginary picture appeared directly in my mind.

Pelosius didn't even have time to think that his mind-reading skills had been strengthened, and he could read the images in other people's minds. He suddenly took a step back, and with a bang, the force was so strong that even the stool fell to the ground.

"Sius?"

Uriel pulled himself out from the embarrassment of ups and downs in his heart. Looking at Hughes who looked extremely shocked, he paused and suddenly had a bad premonition.

He then stood up and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

This was the first time Pelosius was so out of control. He moved his lips with a very complicated expression. He stared at Uriel, then quickly looked away and dismissed the thoughts in his mind. The picture pops up again.

The information content of these sentences was too high, coupled with the impact of that picture, even Pelosius's head was a little buzzing.

Pelosius took a deep breath, tried his best to stay calm, and asked: "It's okay, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Uriel touched his belly, with a smile in his eyes, and looked at Pelosius a little embarrassedly. Hughes, said: "Thank you, Hughes, I'm much better."

Pelosius didn't ask him why his stomach hurt, and whispered: "It will take time for Maurice to retrieve those elves, you'd better rest for a while. "

Then I'll go up."

Uriel did not refuse. He needed to ease the estrus that was accidentally aroused.

Pelosius watched Uriel go upstairs, and then let out a long breath.

How could Uriel come up with such a strange picture?

Pelosius pressed his temples, intending to use his divine power to completely drive away the scene. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strange pattern on Uriel's snow-white naked abdomen.

The patterns are complex and gorgeous, and the skin is like white and red colliding, making the skin look like gelatin, as if it has some kind of charming magic power, firmly attracting people's attention.

A big hand with clear joints caressed it gently. With every caress, the pattern would become shyer and more beautiful, and the owner's breathing would become heavier, bringing out a bit of cyan flavor inexplicably.

Pelosius' gaze stopped for two seconds, and a wave of heat swept through his heart. His throat felt unusually dry, and his Adam's apple rolled subconsciously.

Uriel...

sensing that something was wrong with him, Pelosius' eyebrows and heart beat twice, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he frowned and closed his eyes to adjust.

It was so quiet in the tree house that you could hear a needle drop, and both of them were busy stabilizing their moods in a tacit understanding.

It was quiet until noon. There was childish laughter outside the tree house. Someone knocked on their door and said in a clear voice: "God's envoy, Holy Son, the high priest asked us to deliver lunch!"

Pelosius Opening the door, he looked at three palm-sized elves in front of the door carrying baskets. Their little wings were flying hard, and they took the basket and said, "Thank you."

A pink elf said "Wow" and walked around Pero. Hughes flew around and said excitedly: "Are you the God Envoy? Your breath is so comfortable."

Two green elves next to him held his hands, one on the left and the other on the left. The elf on the left said: "Ai Luo, you can't be disrespectful to the envoy of God."

The elf on the right hid timidly behind Ai Luo and nodded quickly.

"It doesn't matter." Pelosius stretched out his hand and gently touched Arrow's little head with his fingertips: "I am the angel."

Uriel, who heard the voice and went downstairs, happened to see this scene and looked at the tree house standing there. Pelosius, who was facing the light at the door and surrounded by elves, touched the almost imperceptible softness in his eyes, and his eyes softened involuntarily.

The god who became a human envoy is completely different from the one he first met. The god he first met was cold, indifferent, and unreachable. A casual glance only made people feel fearful and awe, and any other thought seemed to be a kind of blasphemy.

Human Hughes seems to have gained vitality as a god, and seems to have gained "humanity". He doesn't like to go out, but likes to read, taste his desserts, or plant flowers and plants with him, and occasionally show a faint smile. , his eyes were calm and calm.

Every time he was around Hughes, Uriel felt like he was wrapped in the warm sunshine, and his body and mind relaxed unconsciously. The two of them just sat in the yard admiring the flowers and having afternoon tea, not talking, both of them happy.

Unlike the fakeness he pretends to be, Lord God possesses true gentleness.

"Xius." Uriel raised the corner of his lips and walked over. His eyes passed over several elves and he greeted them one by one.

Seeing that the Holy Son and the Divine Envoy were both approachable, the elves blinked and their nervousness quickly eased. Ai Luo asked happily: "Can we stay here for a while? The high priest and Ron are very busy. , don't have time to play with us... We are very good! Just talk."

The elf Harrison on the left opened his mouth, and saw his brother Neil on the right looking at him anxiously.

"Of course." Uriel imitated Pelosius's actions, ruffled the hair of the three elves one by one, and sat down at the table with Pelosius.

Arrow and Harrison stopped at Pelosius' side and helped him open his lunch box.

Neil sniffed gently, flew his little wings around Uriel a few times, as if to confirm something, flew down with bright eyes, helped Uriel open the lunch box, and put all the dishes and chopsticks in place.

"Thank you Neil." Uriel smiled and touched him.

Neil rubbed his fingertips shyly.

Uriel and Pelosius slowly ate a sumptuous lunch while chatting with the two elves. Neil kept stopping at Uriel's table, only looking at Uriel and saying nothing quietly.

After they finished eating, the elves volunteered to help them clean up and carry their things out of the tree house.

"Xius, the elves are so cute." Uriel said with a smile.

Pelosius nodded. When the elves interrupted him, the complex emotions left in the morning also dissipated a lot.

Not long after, the elves came back. Neil's little body held several colorful flowers and flew into the tree house. His face was bright red. Ai Luo patted him, blinked and asked, "Neil wants to help You." Uriel, the Holy Son, can we braid the Holy Son's hair?"

"Yes." Uriel smiled again after being surprised, letting the elves play with him like a doll.

Pelosius watched the elves flying up and down and busy, with a faint smile in his eyes, and he understood the origin of Morris' braid.

Her black and smooth hair was braided into loose twists and hung down in front of her body. It was decorated with colorful flowers and paired with Uriel's elf costume, which looked fresh and elegant.

Pelosius watched from the side and felt that there was something wrong with it. After thinking for a moment, he went to pick a larger wisteria flower and came back. He bent down and gave Uriel a hairpin.

Uriel blinked, and his pair of peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons in surprise, with a bright smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He forgot about the reserve that a perfect saint should have, and asked: "Does it look good?" "

Yes."

Perlo Houston paused and said, "It's very beautiful."

After they were done, the three elves were about to leave. Before leaving, Neil blushed and asked in a low voice: "When the Holy Son gives birth to a baby, I will Can you come and see the baby?"

Uriel:?

Pelosius:?

Uriel: The baby...the god's baby! (Crazy heartbeat)

Uriel: Wait, it seems I can't give birth?