The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

The Pope was long overdue.

He smiled, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

The pope has always been unassuming, so it is easy to make people feel good about him. Of course, it doesn't work well for the two of Luo Ci.

Luo Ci remembered that the Pope looked like he was still in his thirties that day in the square. Even though he became younger later, he didn't change much.

Now, the Pope looks to be in his early twenties.

She didn't show her thoughts and seemed innocent and harmless.

The pope said in a warm voice, "Is this your first visit to the Holy City?"

His words seemed to have some magical power, making people unable to help but confide everything they knew, but it didn't look like they were controlling people's spirits.

So Luo Ci could reply naturally, "Yes, we caught up with the prayer ceremony on the first day we came."

Pretending to be very grateful, and the fear of being a day late.

Angelus looked at her slightly. He knew that the little devil was pretending, but... he was still pretending.

The shallow lips raised a slight arc.

The Pope probably also knew that Angelus was not easy to control. He looked too calm and indifferent, and nothing could arouse his mood swings, but he was very concerned about the little girl around him, so the Pope agreed with him without hesitation for long. Live with the little girl.

Guide the little girl first, and then slowly control him for your own use.

The Pope first asked Luo Ci how it felt to live here.

She tilted her head slightly, a little weird, "I think it's very comfortable here, there are people serving, the room is big and beautiful, except there is nothing interesting."

It looks no different from a playful child.

There was a slight look of contempt in the pope's eyes, but the child just didn't see it.

He laughed slowly, "Whatever you want, I can ask the attendants to bring it for you."

The Pope pointed to his face, "Are you wondering why I am younger than before? This is because I studied the sacred art and finally obtained the mystery from it. I don't want this secret art to be lost, so I call people every once in a while. In the square, select talented people to teach."

"You have a chance too."

He changed his voice, "It's just that there must be the rules of the temple in the temple, because you need to learn the secret method, you can't go out at will."

Luo Ci pretended to understand and nodded, "I see."

It's just that the voice is not as cheerful as before, and the speed of speech is also a little slower.

The Pope was not surprised by this, what can a five-year-old girl understand. He said it more to Angleus, only the beam of light that shrouded Angleus was the brightest that day, and of course the best things should be saved for the last.

He wasn't worried that what he said would arouse their suspicion. After all, those meals were specially drugged, which could make them psychologically rely on the temple a little bit, and the sense of dependence was sometimes equal to the sense of trust.

He deliberately delayed calling them for several days, also to make sure that they had eaten their meals, no one could go without food for a few days, and they didn't have any food with them.

Most importantly, no one is not interested in eternal youth, eternal life.

It's a pity, he didn't know that the innocent little girl he thought was innocent, had a space ring, was a half-breed little devil, and could indeed go without food for several days.

As for eternal life, angels and demons already have it.

If the Pope knew, he might be mad.

The pope sent them back to his residence.

...

in the room.

The little devil lay lazily on the bed, then turned over again, lying on the bed, a pair of dark bat wings slowly appeared on his back, with a slight red light, looking a little strange.

It's been a long time since I showed my wings, and there are devil's horns on my head. I touched the top of my head with my little hand and rubbed it.

Wings that have not yet grown and horns of the devil cannot be retracted into the body for a long time, otherwise it will affect the future growth, but it is not harmful.

It is later... maybe not long.

Just imagine, if she became an adult and became 1.6 meters tall, and her wings were still the same as when she was five years old, only the size of two adult palms, just sticking to her back, without any corners Corner, how inconsistent it looks.

Moreover, when flapping its wings, it has to work harder than other demons, and the frequency has to be much higher in order to obtain a good flying speed.

As for the horn of the devil, it is a symbol of strength in the history of the devil. The bigger the horn of the devil, the stronger the strength.

Once upon a time, there was a demon who grew up to be a demon lord because the horn of the demon was not well developed, and some people still talked about it with his horn.

Angelus looked at the little wings on her back, his eyes flickered, and he sat beside her and said softly, "Do you want me to rub it for you?"

The little devil lazily responded, she didn't think too much, it happened that the wings were a little stiff, and it was a bit uncomfortable to hold them all the time.

Angelus' snow-white fingertips lightly touched her bat wings, watching her reaction with his eyes, she just flinched subconsciously, and soon returned to normal.

He gently touched the little wings, which were different from his own. The little wings were a little soft, cool and not warm, and had a texture like cold jade, but they were softer.

It feels smooth and comfortable.

In fact, the small wings are not hairless, but they are too small and soft, and they still feel fluffy when touched carefully.

I don't know where my thoughts drifted, the little wings in my hand were suddenly pulled away, the little devil's face was blushing, and she stared at him ferociously, her little hand was still holding his "evil" hand, but her hand was too small, even his wrist I can't hold half of it.

"What are you messing with!"

Her tone was fierce and milky, and even the color of her camouflaged pupils unconsciously changed back to dark red, beautiful and bewitching.

Angelus suddenly had the urge to hide her, and lowered his beautiful eyelashes slightly to hide the expression in his eyes, a very pale purple flashed across his beautiful eyes.

But angels don't have purple pupils.

But Luo Ci didn't find out.

He meekly let her grab his wrist like a prisoner, with a gentle voice, "I was a little unskilled just now, I don't know if it will hurt you, but now I know."

A little flattering.

He hasn't touched the imp's wings enough yet.

And...she has touched her own wings many times before.

And he never did.

It's not fair.

The little devil stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly lay on his lap, and said softly, "This time, we must rub it carefully."

She couldn't touch it herself, so she could only let the fragments help.

This time, Angelus refrained from playing with her, and carefully rubbed her little wings with gentle and careful force, not daring to use force at all.

He lowered his eyes to observe her expression, narrowed his eyes comfortably, and lay softly on his lap, completely relaxed.