[BL, MTL] False Fairy Tale Copy (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 147: Angel in Disguise (24)

Zhiyuan hugged her so tightly that Mingshu almost had trouble breathing.

He raised his head with difficulty and reached out to hug Zhiyuan back.

The flow of time in hell and heaven was inconsistent. To Mingshu, they had just separated not long ago.

He was startled when he saw Zhiyuan's damaged wings, and cautiously stretched out his hand to touch it, feeling vaguely guessing.

Mingshu's fingertips touched a half-remaining feather and said blankly: "You are injured."

There were traces of burns on the feathers all over the wings, and some of the charred parts were broken into ashes and slowly floated in the air. , there is obviously no flame, but it is still burning slowly, and it is not even warm to the touch.

Zhiyuan didn't say anything. He grabbed Mingshu's hand and pulled it down, preventing him from touching it again.

Mingshu looked uneasy and asked: "Is it... because you came here?"

He remembered that when he first entered the temple, he heard other apostles mention that demons can climb from hell to heaven, but angels cannot do whatever they want. Enter hell.

Unless they abandon their identity, fall with obsession, and become fallen angels.

Zhiyuan could only appear here because of Mingshu himself.

He fell into hell and had no chance to go back.

Mingshu's mood was complicated and sad. His eyelashes trembled and he pursed his lips: "Does it hurt?"

Zhiyuan seemed to be unable to feel the burning of his wings, and his lowered eyes were dark: "Do you feel sorry for me?" Mingshu said softly. "Yeah", she took the initiative to kiss him.

Zhiyuan tightened his arms and pinched his waist: "Then why...are you leaving?"

His expression was gloomy, and there was a hint of suppressed anger in his words. The hand on the back of Mingshu's neck moved slightly. With enough force, you can break his slender and fragile neck.

Mingshu felt sorry for Zhiyuan and felt aggrieved. If it weren't for the mission, he wouldn't want to leave.

He sniffed and muttered: "I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

Zhiyuan looked at Mingshu's pitiful appearance, and his mixed emotions of anxiety and anger gradually subsided.

He became gentle again in an instant, lowered his head to kiss Mingshu, feeling his breath with a little eagerness.

At this time, the little black cat barked vaguely, interrupting them at an inappropriate time.

Zhiyuan looked sideways and saw a white feather in the little black cat's mouth, which he had given to Mingshu before. The little black cat killed the three demons and found this from them.

Mingshu quickly broke away from Zhiyuan's arms, took the feathers from the little black cat's mouth back, and smoothed the messy down.

He looked up at Zhiyuan, and sure enough he saw signs of anger again.

"Did you give my feather to them?" Zhiyuan said with a cold tone. "

This is not the first time Mingshu has done this. Besides, he asked for this feather and plucked it from the place close to his heart. Significance.

Mingshu shook his head hurriedly: "Yes, they took it away."

The three demons were dead. How the feathers got into their hands was only known to Mingshu. He was forced to do it for the mission and to save his life.

Zhiyuan stretched out his hand towards Mingshu, as if he wanted to take away the feather.

Mingshu immediately protected the feather and took half a step back: "This is what you gave me... I didn't take the other one away. I thought I would go back later..."

But Zhiyuan fell into hell and the temple no longer existed. It exists. I wonder if there is still a chance to find the feathers he hid under his pillow.

Mingshu became more and more sad as he talked. He stuffed the feather into the inner pocket of his coat and held it tightly through the fabric.

Zhiyuan paused slightly, then grabbed Mingshu's wrist and pulled him into his arms again.

Seeing that his attitude had relaxed, Mingshu buried her face in the side of his neck in dependence.

There was a feeling of fear in his heart: "Just now you and Gu Ji were a step late, and I might have been..." "

What do they want to do to you?" Zhiyuan whispered: "Like you?"

He seemed to have lost his mind. Mingshu raised his head and explained quickly: "It's not... they want to eat me, they really want to eat me."

In Zhiyuan's eyes, Mingshu, a beautiful and weak succubus with a sweet fragrance all over her body, walked away. You will be coveted anywhere, let alone hell.

Not long ago, he and the little black cat did see a demon intending to attack Mingshu, and the chain in his hand almost hit him.

He is not safe here at all, but he still wants to come back. Why?

"Eat it?" Zhiyuan muttered to himself, then lowered his head and took a bite on the side of Mingshu's face.

His force was not strong, but it still left a shallow mark on the fair and delicate skin.

Ming Shu was caught off guard, and he vaguely felt that there were some subtle changes in Zhiyuan from before.

He held his cheek, his wet eyes looked slightly confused, and his whole person showed a sense of obedience.

Moreover, Mingshu still has a lot of aura contaminated by the temple, which proves that he has just arrived here not long ago.

Zhiyuan remained silent and caressed Mingshu's waist ambiguously.

There was no one around, so Mingshu was pulled by the wrist to a remote corner. Several rocks formed a narrow entrance. He leaned against the stone wall, half pushing and half lifting his outer robe.

The clothes on the two people were basically intact, but they were connected extremely closely. Mingshu's palms became sweaty nervously, and he said aggrievedly: "I don't want to be here..." This place is basically open-air, and

other demons will come here at any time. Come on, what if you are discovered... It is discovered that the archangel who has fallen to hell is doing this to a succubus.

Mingshu felt inexplicably ashamed, but his protests were in vain, so he had to gradually compromise.

A small, sweet cry came out from time to time, sometimes high and sometimes low, but was blocked by a layer of cover at the entrance of the cave.

The little black cat squatted outside and had been waiting impatiently for a long time. He changed several positions and scratched the sand under his feet, and finally saw Zhiyuan and Mingshu appear.

Mingshu's legs were so weak that he was held in Zhiyuan's arms, straightened his clothes, and buried his red face in front of him.

The sky was still covered with a layer of dark red, and the specific time could not be seen.

The little black cat suddenly stood up and stared in one direction: "Meow?"

Its voice was full of vigilance and eagerness to move. Mingshu subconsciously looked up and saw several figures approaching in the distance.

Zhiyuan was not in any hurry, and slowly adjusted Mingshu's sleeves, and finally kissed him on the lips.

He did this last night, and six demons came to the neighborhood together.

When they saw the corpse on the ground and Ming Shu not far away, the leader of the demon immediately shouted angrily: "Who did this?"

When he saw the wings behind Zhiyuan clearly, his expression became suspicious again.

The other demon next to them quickly reacted and smiled sinisterly: "It's actually a fallen angel? I'm so lucky today... I wonder what these wings will taste like." Behind them, there was another demon

. The older demon narrowed his cloudy eyes and looked at Zhiyuan: "Why does he look so similar to the monarch..."

However, the Lord of Hell has been sleeping for a long time and rarely appears in this desolate border. Most demons have not I have seen his true face.

His voice was very soft, and no demon noticed it. Only Zhiyuan's eyes moved slightly, seeming to glance at him.

Several demons brazenly discussed how to deal with Zhiyuan and Mingshu, and then another demon recognized Mingshu as a succubus, the one who was sent to the heaven to seduce the archangel.

They were even more excited, "It was successful? How powerful is this useless succubus?"

An ugly-looking demon stared at Mingshu's face and looked at it obscenely: "Even angels can't resist it. I want to try it soon... "

Before he finished speaking, his neck was suddenly cut open by an invisible sharp blade, and bright red blood spurted out.

Zhiyuan's tone was gloomy, and

he said word by word: "You also want to?" He just stood there indifferently when they were discussed about how to eat the wings, but he couldn't stand that Mingshu was coveted.

The sudden situation made several demons on the opposite side stunned for a moment, and then they raised their weapons and roared towards them.

The little black cat was lying on a stone nearby without any presence. It had just killed three demons and had been guarding them nearby for a long time. Now it was time for Zhiyuan to do his part.

It yawned, raised its front paws, licked them, and shook the tips of its ears. In just a moment, all the demons fell down.

Another one lost its weapon and tried to escape, but was grabbed by the throat by an invisible force and dragged in front of Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan's hand moved slightly, and the bones in the demon's hands broke and he let out a miserable cry.

Mingshu hid behind Zhiyuan, burying his head and not daring to look.

The demon kept begging Zhiyuan for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me... I am willing to let you be the lord, and I will give you the territory..."

Zhiyuan seemed to be a little interested: "Territory?"

He just came to hell, Not understanding everything here, the devil quickly explained.

Although there is a monarch in hell, he doesn't care much about the demons under his control. The demons compete with each other for the land and its resources. As long as they can beat it, it belongs to them. They call themselves lords and enjoy the highest treatment in the territory.

In order to survive, the devil boasted wildly, saying that his territory was as big as three or four temples, with countless kinds of delicacies and beauties, and that as long as he was spared, these would all belong to Zhiyuan.

But in fact, the devil is not a lord at all, he is just a soldier.

He planned to deceive Zhiyuan first, and then take him to a nearby territory. The lord there was the most ferocious and would definitely kill Zhiyuan.

After the demon finished speaking, he made a look of reluctance and unwillingness, and secretly observed Zhiyuan's expression.

"Lord?" Zhiyuan said coldly, "Then Lord of Hell, where is he?"

The devil was stunned: "Why, why do you ask this?"

Zhiyuan's expression did not change, as if he was talking about a normal trivial matter. : "Kill him."