Chapter 70 Drunkard

Deng Baoying raised his head and bumped into the pair of golden eyes that were smiling.

In the beautiful, brilliant, huge golden eyes that seemed to surge with countless nebulae and the universe, even his figure reflected in them seemed as small as dust.

Because of the drunkenness, they were covered with a layer of pink mist.

"Speak, why don't you speak?" The Supreme God sat on the sofa, hugged his knees, looked at him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to poke his cheek from time to time, "Oh, are you shy... You are so old, why are you still shy? Hurry up... This is God's order. Don't you listen to me?"

The followers cannot disobey God's orders.

Deng Baoying's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he looked away for a while, whispering: "I dare not."

"Why not?" The Supreme God asked slowly, as if he was just curious.

The griffon only lowered his head again, holding her ankles without saying a word, and his breathing became more restrained and heavy. The heat that he had endured all night flowed down his throat until his stomach and lower abdomen burned hotly, burning him so much that he suspected that he was drunk, which led to this hallucination tonight.

The flushed color slowly climbed up his pale neck, as if it was coated with the juice of the iris flower.

It was clearly a monster that was nearly ten thousand years old, and it was clear that it had distanced itself from the ordinary human race.

But at this moment, he still looked like an inexperienced, innocent boy who was answering questions from his beloved.

"Because it was intentional." Deng Baoying's lips moved and he murmured in a low voice.

"What do you mean by intentional?"

"Wine."

The Supreme God stretched out his hand and pinched his jaw to force him to look up at her. His movements were not strong, nor was his strength great. He even smiled.

The drunken god's body temperature was several degrees higher than usual, and even his breath was full of mellow, sweet wine. His lips were stained red and moist by the wine, and he looked fuller than before... and more seductive.

Although, having such thoughts about the Supreme God was already an unforgivable blasphemy.

But facing those eyes - those beautiful, familiar, almost sacred eyes, Deng Baoying's mind was full of...

he wanted to blaspheme.

To blaspheme more deeply, more fiercely, and more hopelessly.

To let the laughter from those lips no longer look down upon him, and to let that pretty face no longer show the lazy, as if in control of everything expression.

The Supreme God held his head and rubbed his temples dazedly. When he opened his eyes again, Deng Baoying had already stood up, panting and falling over, with his hands against the armrests on both sides of the sofa. He was extremely tall, and his entire shadow was cast down, covering Fu Jiao in the shadow like a wild beast.

"The wine was done on purpose."

"On purpose... I poured you such a strong wine. I made you drunk on purpose..."

"I made dishes to go with the wine on purpose, and I let them divert your attention on purpose. In short, everything was done on purpose, it was all premeditated."

"I'm a bad follower." Deng Baoying said in a hoarse voice, "Then, will the Lord punish me?" The

Supreme God narrowed his eyes.

The alcohol was taking effect, and she saw things a little double. It took her a long time to find the other person's cheek. Deng Baoying's skin was flushed with an unnatural and suspicious blush, but it was unexpectedly cold. Her whole body was heated by the alcohol, and she rubbed her fingertips on his lips. In fact, she didn't understand what he said at all.

At the end, the word "punishment" fell into her ears.

"Punishment..." Fu Jiao repeated incoherently. The double image in front of her eyes forced her to get closer and closer to Deng Baoying.

Until her nose tip was almost touching the cold nose tip, until Deng Baoying even held his breath. Only the divine pattern from the collarbone to the neck was boiling as if it was about to burn. Her pupils trembled as she looked at the face of the Supreme God approaching him.

Even in those beautiful, sinful and extremely chaotic dreams, she had never been so close to him.

So close that Deng Baoying only needed to move forward an inch...an inch further.

To kiss the lips of the Supreme God.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. His shadow cast a shadow over Fu Jiao on the sofa. Although the latter was in a suppressed posture, his pupils were misty and smiling.

The warm arms covered his broad and powerful arms. As if eager to get close to his cold skin, the Supreme God came up drunkenly and moved his lips up. He

didn't kiss his lips, but kissed his forehead.

The soft, plump and extremely moist lips rubbed against his forehead affectionately. For a moment, his senses seemed to be expanded to an indescribable level. He could even feel the lines on his lips with a slight itch, which made the Great Lion Vulture stiff. It's over

.

Deng Baoying thought in a trance: He is completely finished.

But the situation has developed to the point where it is out of control. Fu Jiao kissed him, then smiled with her beautiful eyes: "Yes, I want to punish you... How should I punish a disobedient follower?"

Then she really lowered her head, frowned and began to think seriously, leaving Deng Baoying trembling beside him like a loyal dog.

At this point, he has no rationality left. Let alone punishment, even if he was asked to go to the marginal galaxy to kill the false god and bring him back to make soup, Deng Baoying would not hesitate at all.

"I punish you by carrying me back to sleep."

The Supreme God yawned and said stickyly, "I'm sleepy and don't want to climb the stairs."

He carried me back to sleep.

It wasn't about being heart-to-heart, killing people, or destroying the world.

Deng Baoying felt a little regretful like a masochist. The big lion vulture who was kissed seemed to have gone completely crazy. His mind was in a mess and he had all these sinful thoughts of imprisoning the Supreme God. It took him a long time to regain his sanity and found that his body had moved on its own and held Fu Jiao in his arms.

The drunkard lazily leaned on his plump chest muscles and rubbed against them. He must be very satisfied with Deng Baoying's well-trained body. The other person was held very steadily, and there was no bump when they went up the stairs. The griffon felt her weight quietly and gently.

It was very light. Compared with her size, it was incredibly light, as if every inch of the bones, blood and body of the Supreme God had no density.

Holding her was like holding a ball of foam or a tuft of feathers, giving people a light, happy and unreal feeling.

"Come to think of it, I should... well, take a shower first, but I don't want to... Anyway, this body won't get dirty, so let's just go to sleep."

The Supreme God lay in his arms, resting his whole body on his strong arms and yawning again. He really looked sleepy.

The latter moved more slowly, took a deep breath, and tried to cover up his abnormal walking posture.

...Yeah, you don't have to take a shower. Deng Baoying thought so almost with gritted teeth.

The room of the Supreme God may be the most human in the whole mansion.

This person likes to collect some furry dolls and all kinds of weird little things when he has nothing to do. The huge bedside cabinet is full of furry things, which is in stark contrast to the terrifying Supreme God himself, who is older than the entire universe. When putting Fu Jiao back on the bed, Deng Baoying frowned and looked at the dolls. After being approached by the Supreme God, her instinct of a relative was unprecedentedly strong and was ready to move again.

So the usually calm Chief Inspector of the Court pretended to be casual and stretched out his hand to sweep all the dolls aside. Only

then did he find them much more pleasing to the eye.

Perhaps the effect of the alcohol was about to wear off, Fu Jiao seemed to be a little sober, frowned and shook her head, trying to use her brain that was paralyzed by alcohol to think. Unfortunately, her efforts were completely in vain, so she gave up and just leaned against the bedside to drink up the hot milk that the little robot had diligently brought to her.

"..." She raised her head and frowned slightly to look at Deng Baoying standing at the door.

"Why are you leaving?" The Supreme God was puzzled, "...Aren't you going to sleep together?"

Deng Baoying was still trying to divert his attention at that time, intending to calm his mind by reciting the federal laws. As soon as the Supreme God spoke, his well-prepared calm mood was shattered.

His pupils trembled, and he repeated it with some surprise: "...Sleep together?"

"Sleep together?" Fu Jiao was even more confused, blinked and patted the empty space next to his bed, "Where else are you going to sleep tonight? Sleep at the door?"

"?"

Deng Baoying paused for a few seconds, as if he had just realized it.

The drunk Supreme God seemed to regard the present as the time a thousand years ago.

During that time, the two of them lived in a small cabin in a remote forest. The cabin was not big, and He He could only squeeze out a bedroom. The bedroom could only accommodate a hard wooden bed covered with a blanket. Fortunately, Deng Baoying was still young at that time, and even when she turned into a griffon, she was only a small, soft, furry and warm animal ball. One person and one cub could just fit together to sleep, and holding them in the arms could serve as a hand warmer.

"Come over? You're not going to be in a bad mood again, are you?"

Fu Jiao half-awaited the velvet quilt and tried to get up, but Deng Baoying quickly rushed over and held her quilt down.

The Supreme God sealed in the quilt: "......?"

"Sleep," Deng Baoying coughed lightly, and tried to comfort her by whispering incoherently, "I'm going to... take a bath. I'll be back in a while." "

Take a bath? A bath so late at night...? Children will catch a cold and won't grow tall if they take a bath so late," Fu Jiao was so sleepy that her eyes almost closed. She reached out and touched him randomly, "Hurry up, you may have to get up early tomorrow morning... What is that thing that hurts your hands so much..."

Before she could open her eyes, Deng Baoying had already stepped back dozens of steps like lightning.

The action was so fast that when Fu Jiao raised his head in confusion, the other party's face was already flushed with shock. He leaned against the bedroom door in disbelief, his big bony hands covering his mouth, and his whole body was about to emit steam like a cooked shrimp.

"? What are you doing? Why are you like a defiled virgin?" Fu Jiao was puzzled and muttered, "I have touched every part of your body. I hold you to sleep every day. Why do you feel weird today..."

After saying this, the Supreme God did not waver, fell on the bed with a gulp, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The voice stopped abruptly, and the whole bedroom fell into silence again.

Deng Baoying: "..."

Deng Baoying took a deep breath and closed his eyes in despair.

This time I really need to take a shower.