Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Jinchen frowned, looking at the file with a bitter and resentful look, his fingertips running across the map of the continent spread out on the table, next to which were several thick volumes of prayers and wishes.

Rebuilding the holy city, changing faiths, and coordinating among different ethnic groups...

Jinchen was very annoyed.

He was worried about a dispute with a border tribe when a sudden loud noise and the sound of objects breaking outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

The sound came from Samuel's side room.

Jinchen frowned and his figure disappeared instantly.

[Oh my god, was the Lord God bullied?!] Ling Gungun, who was supposed to help with the part-time job after earning 2,000 points, was startled just as he was burying his head in the files.

The scene before him made Jinchen's eyes suddenly darken.

The room was a mess.

The heavy, woven carpet was torn and curled at the edges, and the long table lay overturned, its top facing down and its legs askew.

Files, parchment, broken quills, and overturned ink bottles were scattered all over the floor, with dark ink spreading out in large stains.

The air was filled with the smell of ink and blood.

The most eye-catching thing was Samuel's robe scattered on the ground, and... the bright red blood splattered on it.

Jinchen's heart seemed to be tightened.

The red-haired demon priest Lie saw Jinchen and blocked his way, his eyes even looking a little obsessed.

Father God was more handsome than any man he had ever seen!

"Father God! I am Lie, a priest of the Demon Spirit Clan. Your most devout..."

Jinchen didn't listen at all, and didn't even look at him.

He walked straight around Lie, walked quickly to Samuel, leaned over and picked him up sideways.

Samuel buried his face in his neck, his body trembling slightly, and the fresh wound on his arm was exposed to Jinchen.

Although the wound was not deep, the bright red bloodstains were particularly glaring on the fair skin, which was stained with dust and ink, making the whole person look disheveled and fragile.

Jinchen's fingertips brushed across the wound, a soft golden light flashed, and the skin and flesh healed instantly, leaving only a faint red mark.

He stroked Samuel's messy silver hair and said in a low voice, "Did this man beat you?"

Samuel nodded gently in his arms, said nothing, buried his face deeper, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

Silent grievances are the most deadly.

Lie finally found an opportunity to interrupt and quickly said, "Father God! I am Lie, the priest of the Demon Spirit Clan! I am your most devout believer in the dark side! We..."

The most pious...

Samuel's eyes, buried in Jinchen's neck, suddenly narrowed, and a cold light flashed across them.

There is no believer more devout than him in the entire continent. How dare this person speak nonsense?

A strong sense of jealousy surged up.

Samuel shrank closer to Jinchen's arms again. As he moved, the collar of his torn, loosely hanging shirt slipped off, revealing a small area of his fair shoulders and neck.

Jinchen noticed it immediately and protected him tighter, pulling up his loose collar to completely block the view.

Jinchen's attention never stayed on Lie for more than a second from beginning to end.

After Lie finished speaking, Jinchen finally raised his eyes, his gaze fell on his overly charming face, and tilted his head.

"The Demonic Spirit Tribe."

He seemed to have just remembered it, and there was a hint of realization in his tone.

Lie was delighted, thinking that the gods had finally remembered them. A smile that could turn everyone upside down instantly broke out on his face. He took another step forward and was about to express his excitement and faith.

But Jin Chen continued calmly, "Who allowed you to leave the land of exile?"

The smile on Lie's face froze.

Jinchen's gaze swept across the mess in the room, and finally fell back on the faded red mark on Samuel's arm, his eyes becoming even colder.

"As soon as you came out, you hurt my lover. Is this what you demons call sincerity?"

Samuel's mouth curled up in a happy arc, and he couldn't help but gently kiss the skin on the side of Jinchen's neck.

Norman, who was standing next to him, felt a chill down his spine and was extremely grateful that he had stopped himself at the critical moment, otherwise... the elves would definitely have been affected.

Scare the elves.

Lie Ze was completely confused. The sense of gap and humiliation of being looked down upon made his blood boil, and he raised his voice to question unwillingly.

"You are a god! How can a god have a lover?! We... have prayed for your forgiveness and return through a prayer ceremony..."

Jinchen interrupted him directly, his tone absurd and mocking, "You also know that I am a god?"

He paused, his gaze like a cold blade, "Then why should I listen to your wish? I am a god, not a turtle in your wishing well."

strong:"……"

Jinchen raised his hand, and the scroll that was on the table just now appeared in his hand out of thin air and fell to the ground in front of Lie.

"Look at it yourself. Does it make sense?" Jin Chen's voice was cold. "You want to leave the land of exile, you want to regain your status as a resident of the mainland, and you want to establish yourself as an emissary of the Dark God?"

He scoffed, "Why don't you just say you want to be the Dark God?"

Lie's face turned pale and his body trembled slightly due to the merciless sarcasm and the scroll that fell in front of him.

His eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in them, about to fall, coupled with that breathtakingly beautiful face, it was enough to make anyone feel pity.

But Jinchen's eyes were still cold, without any ripples.

Lie bit his lower lip, using up his last bit of stubbornness. "...But our tribe had an agreement with the God of Light! Even if we were exiled, as long as we fulfilled his requirements, we could return to this continent! Why doesn't it count with you?"

Jinchen looked at him as if he were a complete idiot, and said calmly, "So Zephyros was killed by me."

Then, a creepy voice sounded.

"Do you want to die too?"

Lie suddenly felt cold all over.

However, the pride he had been spoiled by his tribe and his own beauty for a long time, as well as his twisted desire for the position of the Dark Lord, made it impossible for him to remain rational.

Father God must have been deceived by a human named Samuel! Lie thought.

As long as Samuel is away...

As long as they were alone together…the Father could see him and would definitely change his mind.

Lie rushed forward desperately, pleading in a charming voice, "Father God!... Please listen to me! I want to be alone with you..."

"Well……"

Before he finished speaking, Samuel in Jinchen's arms suddenly let out a suppressed groan of pain and his body trembled.

He subconsciously covered his newly healed arm tightly, as if the wound was still in severe pain.

Jinchen immediately lowered his head, kissed Samuel's forehead distressedly, and softened his voice, "Don't be afraid."

Then, he looked up at Lie, and the last bit of his patience completely disappeared, leaving only cold disgust.

"roll."

This is the ultimatum.

Norman was horrified as he watched from the side, and thought that this priest of the Demon Spirit Clan was extremely stupid.

The Father's patience has run out, that look...

Norman didn't dare to look anymore and quietly took a step back.