Quickly wear the male god is super cute

Chapter 509 The Angel of Demon Academy 6
Wangcai stared at the boy on the bed with three pairs of eyes, but did not see anything unusual.

What Wang couldn't accept the most was that a big living person broke into their den.

It didn't even notice?

Sister Shenxian didn't notice it.

It is a dog, and its vigilance is the strongest, and no trouble can escape its ears and nose.

But it...hasn't even noticed Mingxi's arrival? !
Could it be that he is?
Directly summoned to the bed of its fairy sister?

Cerberus Wangcai blinked, feeling that this matter was terrible.

【that……】

Wangcai was a little hesitant.

"Say!"

The scene does not compete with the fierce tone.

[Sister Immortal, how long are you going to hug her? 】

When you fall asleep, it's fine to hold it, after all, you didn't see it.

But now, Sister Shenxian, you are sober, are you still holding her?

That's a bit too much!

Jing Buzheng's eyes suddenly fell on the two of them.

What a beast!

Directly regard each other as a large pillow!

Quickly withdrew his hands and legs, turned over and got out of bed neatly.

This movement directly affected the thin quilt covering them, revealing the thin body of the young man.

It was a white shirt, and the top two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the delicate collarbone of the young man. His skin was fair and delicate, and it seemed to be shining brightly under the sun.

under……

Jing Buzheng quickly put the quilt back on the boy's body, and looked fiercely at Wangcai inside the room.

【! ! ! 】

A certain hellhound jerked its head up.

Sister Shenxian, why are you looking at me so fiercely?

Is there something on my face?
"go out!"

【…】

My fairy sister's face-changing is like flipping a book.

What are you doing so fiercely?
Go out and go out.

Cerberus Wangcai moved its flexible four legs, went straight out of the room and went downstairs.

In the room, when there were only the two of them left, Jing Buzheng's eyes fell on his big bed coldly, and his tone was not kind.

"Who are you, why did you appear on my bed, how did you sneak in?!"

"Master, I'm Mingxi."

Mincy?

do not know!
What the hell?
Jing Buzheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes signaled that he didn't understand, he didn't understand, let him speak more clearly.

"Master, obviously you summoned me, how could you not know who I am?"

When did I call?

I do not have!
Have you been summoned in a dream?

The girl felt a little guilty, but she still had a haughty face, firmly believing that she had never done it!

"I'm Mingxi, your archangel?"

"Big...angel?"

Jing Buzheng quickly ran to the balcony, grasping the railing with both hands, looking straight down at the summoning formation that he worked so hard to draw last night.

At this moment, where is the shadow of the summoning array she worked so hard to draw in the courtyard last night?
The yard was so clean that it couldn't be cleaner, there wasn't even a trace of a formation!

"Master, after the summoning is completed, the summoning array will disappear."

Indisputable:! ! !

No way?
Could it be that I really summoned it in my dream last night?

Standing on the balcony, bathed in the morning sun, the scenery is indisputable, beautiful and powerful, except for the lightly furrowed brows, which makes her look tainted with worldly atmosphere.

Otherwise, those who saw her would definitely mistake her for an angel who fell into the demon realm.

No, she is even more dazzling than their angels.

Mingxi sat on the bed, staring straight at the girl on the balcony.

At dusk last night, as soon as he woke up from his dream, he heard her call, and then he came.

Unexpectedly, what greeted him was not the girl's enthusiastic smile, but her sleeping appearance.

Jing Buzheng in deep sleep, cute and cute, he couldn't hold back, lifted the quilt and lay down together.

Unexpectedly, after a while, he was hugged tightly by her.

Like an octopus, it entangled him tightly.

"Twelve wings, Archangel?"

Ok.

I accept fate.

The elf-like boy in front of me is my magic envoy.

My magic envoy is different from other people's!
My magician is so beautiful that I want to hide it!

"!!!"

Sometimes I want to hide someone?
Jing Buzheng fixed his eyes on the little angel in front of him. Standing by the bed, she looked down at him.

"Master, my name is Mingxi."

"Can I... see your wings?"

Fluffy, white wings? !
Correct!
I must have wrapped his wings, Twelve Wings!

Instead of... him!
It must be so, it must be so...

A certain struggle in self-hypnosis, hinting at himself very strongly.

But there are some things, if she hints at herself more, it's fine?
impossible!
"can."

The boy with porcelain white complexion lifted the quilt and got off the bed, wearing a white shirt with beige slacks.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Jing Buzheng, and pushed her to sit on the bed.

Then the boy walked to where Jing Buzheng was originally, and the sunlight shone on him, as if casting a layer of divine light on him.

Warm and bright, making him look gentle and jade-like.

"bass--"

The originally spacious and bright room suddenly became dim.

The pure white feathers are white at each root, and the six pairs of wings spread out suddenly, and the sight is indisputable that a pair of eyes are rounded.

nice……

Beauty beyond words.

Jing Buzheng stood up from the bed in a 'bass'.

Reaching out, gently stroking the wings of an angel.

The soft feathers have a good touch that makes one's heart soften.

Not only did he touch it with his hands, but he also rubbed his face against it, wishing he could rub his whole body against it.

"Owner……"

Mingxi's voice changed, and her clear voice was tinged with tremors, as if she had been severely bullied.

"what happened?"

Am I playing hard?
hurt?

I'm obviously very light, very cautious ah?

Jing Buzheng asked caringly, but didn't say anything about his evil little hands.

Touch this, touch that.

Touch the tip of the wing for a while, touch it again for a while...

In a blink of an eye, the six pairs of wings disappeared, and the certain boy who should have been standing in front of him also disappeared.

Indisputably looking for an angel subconsciously.

But he saw a miniature little angel flying in front of him.

The same six pairs of wings, the same white shirt on top, and beige slacks on the bottom, flapping the little wings, flew to her shoulders and sat down.

Then he cupped his cheeks with both hands, not knowing whether he wanted to cover the blush on his face, or simply wanted to make such a movement.

"Why did it suddenly become smaller?"

Haven't I touched it enough yet?
I am your master now, why is it swollen?

It's fine if you don't touch it, and you just make yourself so small? !
It's cuter and makes me want to hide you, what should I do?
Look what you've done!
"I'm out of energy and can't maintain my normal form."

(End of this chapter)