Naiyazi seemed to be waiting for Luo Pei to ask these words, and gave an explanation without stagnation.

"Sumona's potential needs to be tapped, and it shouldn't stop here. If Little Rope insists on keeping her in your fief, the time stagnation after you leave will become the biggest poison that hinders Sumona's growth."

As a reward for completing the trial with high difficulty, the fief granted to Rope by the multiverse will directly stop the time after he leaves, depriving the world of the future. That is to say, the Sumona who stayed in this world, what Rope looked like before he left, and what he was like after returning, will not change in the slightest.

In this way, Sumona undoubtedly lost a lot of growth time in the eyes of Cthulhu. Even if Luo Pei finally returned with glory, how much help can a single "demigod of evil" bring? In the end, he will only become a vassal and plaything of Rope in embarrassment.

As the **** of Sumona, Naiazi would never want to see such a situation even if it was only for her own sake.

"On the wasteland of Asa Santo, the kingdom of God, I will assign a certain ancient city that once worshipped me to Sumona, and set a terrifying hunter here in order to serve her."

Nayazi propped her chin, her eyes shining with wisdom.

"Fill many humans in it, let monsters enslave humans, humans are full of pain and anger, and thus give birth to evil. The suffering born in that city will eventually become the food of the lord Sumona, allowing her to grow and grow slowly. Purify her essence "human evil". If you want to become a true deity, even if it is a secondary ruler of the past, the "evil of this world" is too narrow..."

"Even the time-honored interstellar priests racked their brains to be "crowned into gods." Even if Sumona is born a demigod, it is very difficult, right? "

"Interstellar priests? Poor worms with no names! What do they have? I'm just gnawing on the residue of faith and power left by me..." Naiazi said disdainfully.

"Samona’s adoptive mother is me, Nyarlatotepu, the messenger of Asathos. I have been with the head of the devil for countless thousands of years, and I must know better than them how to make demigods. Become a true god. At that time, our daughter will be your most reliable supporter for Little Rope!"

Rope thought for a moment, then asked again.

"What does Sumona think about herself?"

"She wants to be here to wait for Little Rope's return. After all, if time freezes, it will be a matter of a moment for Sumona, so she doesn't have to "really" separate from Little Rope. "

The black-haired young man tapped his finger on the armrest of the chair, and Nayara stopped disturbing him.

On one side is the idea of ​​adopting a daughter, on the other side is Niyako's proposal of an infinitely bright way to the seat of God.

Rope also seemed to feel the sadness of having to worry about her daughter's future, but having to deprive her of her true desires.

"Your Majesty, let me talk to Sumona." He made a decision.

"Compared with this insignificant temporary separation, it is more important to be able to be together forever in the near future. Your Majesty, I will trouble you."

"Ha, it makes me sad to say that. I am also the "mother" of Sumona. "Nayako squinted and laughed.

After Sumona's matter was decided, Rope turned the topic to "business."

"By the way, in addition to Samona, what kind of "purpose" did you have to hide behind that cabinet? "

Hearing that, the silver-haired girl's smile remained undiminished, even brighter.

She gave a thumbs up.

"The truth is, if Little Rope is interested in being a saint... ahem! I mean punishment! Please let me count in! If two outstanding girls accompany you to roll the bed together, Little Rope will be even happier. Right? Right? Just treat it as a reward for my hard work these days~"

"..."

As always, something terrible ran out of Cthulhu's mouth.

PS:

I am very sorry to ask for a day off on May 1st because I have to go out on May 1st.

——Love your bridge girl.

Chapter 102 The Evil God whispers, what you see with your own eyes is true

Whether it is the incarnation of the silver-haired girl of Nyarlatotep or Joan of Arc from France, both of them are rare beauties in the world. Although Rope was very curious about why the country girl in the 14th century was able to look so beautiful, aside from these trivial things, the suggestion to bring Nyako and Joan to roll the sheets together was quite tempting to him. of.

Everyone has a pair of wings in their hearts, especially now that Rope has "flyed" several times, and his self-control in this regard is even more pitiful.

However, thinking about Enayazi's character, he would probably be halfway to release an incarnation to scare him, Rope was silent for a moment very cautiously.

Then, when Nayazi kept pulling out iron tongs, electric shocks, rough twine, candles and other weird things from the four-dimensional skirt, he completely gave up the idea.

"His Majesty."

Rope rubbed his eyebrows and pointed his fingers straight at the door of the room.

"The door is over there. I think Sumona has just been born. She must be in need of an elder who can guide her from all sides. You are very suitable. Just leave things to me here."

"Ahhhhh?"

Naiyako's eyes widened, and then he smiled ambiguously as if he had understood something.

She leaned into Rope's arms, her silver hair rubbed Rope's cheek, and whispered in her ear.

"An Xin, no one will know, my little cutie. The troublesome trial must have accumulated a lot of pressure for you? Slight violence can vent these well... I don't care about this. Little hurt?"

The whisper of a veritable evil god.

But there was no fluctuation in Rope's heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

"Your Majesty, I am a great occultist, you know better than me."

Luo Pei said: "The suffering of others, I just saw enough records in the taboo classics that I want to vomit, and the long study can turn everything into dull and boring, do you understand what I mean?"

"Then little Rope, what do you want!!"

This temptation didn't work, and Niyako was also mad.

To be reasonable, her avatar is carefully selected and perfectly in line with human aesthetics. Although there is the possibility of running out of other strange avatars, what is it for an occultist who is soaked in a sea of ​​indescribable knowledge? . No problem at all, is it?

A little annoyed by Nayazi's shaking, Rope pushed away the silver-haired girl with a headache.

"...At least come on normally, Your Majesty."

"real?"

"real."

After the first day of the first day of the new year, but the fifteenth, the evil **** who provided great help was kindly invited. Even if there was a danger of suddenly becoming a horror movie during the period, Luo Pei was not good at rejecting it, and he was relieved.

......At that time, you must add a "tough mind" to yourself. He thought so.

How sad it was to resist the invitation of a beautiful girl. Rope felt that it was definitely the reason why Cthulhu almost became a big octopus on the way last time.

"Then it will be tomorrow night! I will definitely not let Little Rope down, and I promise to make you breathe!"

"……hope so."

Nayako was unabashed, but for some reason she escaped for the time being.

——Regardless of Rope, or Joan of Arc.