flower and big devil

The Tarot soldier didn't look like a gentle person, because the moment the limp black-haired young man fell into his arms, he threw the person onto his broad shoulders like a sack, The black-haired young man was folded in half and hung, and the Tarot soldier raised one hand and fixed it around his waist. The tall and burly body moved and then took two steps. When he walked out of the shadows, his heroic spirit When the threatening and frozen face was exposed in the dim light, the court musician sitting at the table raised his head and stared at the man in a daze for a while, then lowered his head in embarrassment and touched his nose.

"What are you doing?" Tarot Bing said blankly, "I don't blame you, even though you gave him something to drink."

"... Only by pouring potions into his body can we find out the real reason for the appearance of the holy power. Isn't this the plan we agreed at the beginning? Why are you blaming me?... What else is 'that kind of thing', It sounds so dirty, it's just an ordinary blood coagulation potion." Asmodeus said helplessly.

Blood coagulation potion, in fact, is to pour the magic power of the drug maker into the potion itself. When the potion enters another person's body, the potion will take effect, and the magic power will have a marking effect on the person receiving the potion, and then the potion will be able to act like X-rays. It seems that the blood components and organ conditions in the human body are meticulously passed on to the drug maker through the magic power in the medicine.

Originally, the man wanted to use his magic power to make blood coagulation potion himself.

Unfortunately, although his strength is strong, his coordination is very low, so he is not suitable to be used as a blood coagulation medicine. He was the one who watched Asmodeus make it, but that didn't stop him from simmering with anger when he watched the black-haired young man unsuspectingly drink the spiked wine from afar.

At this moment, when he thinks of other people's magic power wandering around in the black-haired young man's body, coupled with the inexplicable source of holy power, the man only feels as if he is carrying a large garbage recycling bin on his shoulders , couldn't help frowning, and even his tone became less pleasant: "If it's just an ordinary blood coagulation potion, who are you showing this guilty look?"

Asmodeus: "..."

Where do I have a guilty conscience.

The court musician thought for a while, and sighed in his heart that His Majesty's stink of "I'm not happy and none of you will be happy" really hasn't changed for a hundred years.

And at this time, before the court musician sitting at the table with a wine jug could answer his question, the Tarot soldier put his hands on the young black-haired young man's waist and touched them twice casually through his clothes. The abnormal temperature transmitted made his brows frowned even tighter: "I don't remember that blood coagulation medicine will have such side effects."

"...my magic power." Asmodeus reminded implicitly.

The man paused for a moment, his face was blank for a few seconds as if he had thought of something, and then he said: "The obscene demon."

Asmodeus readily accepted this evaluation, which was probably regarded as a personal attack in the world.

And at this time, the black-haired young man hanging on the man's shoulder probably unconsciously let out an uncomfortable muffled groan because he was pushed to his stomach—the sound was very small, but the volume was enough to make everyone present Everyone heard clearly that the court musician paused while pouring wine for him, and raised his head, only to find that the Tarot soldier lying in front of him like a hill was always expressionless and indifferent.

"Your Majesty, there is actually something I don't know if I should say—"

"Shouldn't."

"..."

In today's situation where all the people in hell are married, free, and have a lot of sturdy bed partners, as the leader of hell, you are handsome, tall, mighty, rich, rich in money, Wanguanshou and Tianqi, but you are rejected again and again, in fact, except for what you said "" This guy doesn't know what to buy", there are other reasons besides this.

When it comes to picking up girls, maybe even that brat Mammon is better than his dad—it's a pity that as long as it is a female in hell, it will want to sleep with Lucifer.

Asmodeus swallowed a lot of words that he couldn't finish honestly, and looked sympathetically at the pale cheeks of the unconscious man hanging on the shoulders of the man because of the side effects of the medicine A dark-haired young man with an abnormal blush—his eyes were tightly closed and he opened his mouth to breathe heavily, obviously because his body reacted to the drug, and this position at this moment is really not very conducive to free breathing.

Asmodeus: "...Your Majesty, my personal suggestion is that sometimes you may need to learn how to be sympathetic to women."

Lucifer: "He's not jade."

Asmodeus: "..."

This answer seems a bit unassailable.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the court musician shut his mouth obediently in front of the tall and strong Tarot soldiers, and watched the tall man who broke into the bar halfway and carried the black-haired young man away with a domineering posture with very devout eyes.

"—Boss, let's have another jug ​​of wine. I heard that today's special offer is white wine?"

……

Three 10 minutes later.

Dark-haired duke palace, location, bedroom.

There was no lamp, and of course no one lit candles. When dusk fell and before night fell, everything in the house was infiltrated by the golden dim light coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows... The surroundings were eerily quiet, and the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows Half of his body is hidden in the shadows, his back is always facing the huge four-poster bed behind him.

Beside him was a small coffee table, on which was a pair of clean metal armor that had obviously just been taken off, and the helmet belonging to the Tarot soldier "Reaper" was placed neatly on it. Right above this pair of armor—and the man standing next to it has his upper body naked, generously exposing his well-distributed muscles. On his back, there is a scar that is probably the only scar made by a sharp weapon like a sickle. ferocious.

He was motionless.

From a distance, some people probably think that this is just a perfectly carved statue in a luxuriously decorated and retro room.

When the wind blows, the snowflakes that have not yet been swept away in the courtyard make a pleasant "swipe" sound on the floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, the man's red pupils seem to be looking at the corner of the garden outside the window. The cluster of white wildflowers that came out of the garden... Now these wildflowers have a name. For some reason, the people who live here named this unremarkable and not very fragrant wildflower "Alice"—— —

Alice.

The man vaguely remembered that he had seen a flower named "Alice" when he was still in the sky.

Of course, it is much more beautiful than this small white wild flower, which is also white. When the flowers are in full bloom, each flower is as big as the mouth of a bowl-this kind of flower only survives on the fourth day of the sun (Mahanon), and in other places. It's all invisible.The flowers bloom on the fourth day. On the central lawn near the Garden of Eden, a towering tree is planted on the lawn. The tree is an apple tree with vines twining around the treetops. When the flowers of "Alice" are in bloom, the trees are covered with red apples and purple grapes. If the weather is fine, angels passing by will sit on the treetops for a while.

At that time, he was not the lord of hell, he had the name given by God himself, he was the vice lord of heaven, when someone told him that because this Alice flower was so famous that the gardener who planted it had a male appearance When he was dubbed "Alice" by others, he didn't take it to heart. He just asked someone to bring that kind of flower to his bedroom on the seventh day (Arabot) to have a fresh look, and he thought it was pretty good. I found an antique vase and put it at the head of the bed.

Unexpectedly, this kind of flower withered quickly after leaving for the fourth day. When he thought about it and wanted to take a look again, it had been a month. The people below told him that the flower named "Alice" had faded because He was still surprised when it was taken away, because in heaven, even a flower without its roots should not wither so quickly.

...Later, he met the gardener who was called "Alice".

Because when he sent people to collect the flowers that only bloomed on the fourth day, what he waited for a while was not the flowers he wanted, but his unlucky one who was beaten to death as a flower picker. Underlings—then there will be a series of very vulgar plots. If you write a novel in the world today, you can get a name like "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me". The story of a third-rate dog-blood fighting against the vice-lord of the kingdom of heaven.

It's just that the ending of the story is that this angel of power was ruthlessly removed from the list of angels who were promoted to the seat later, on the grounds of bullying and committing crimes (...).

Hundreds of years later, when he almost forgot that such a person existed, this angel of power turned into a seraphim and took his flowers to attack the seventh day together, and became the same as the vice king of the kingdom of heaven. It was at this time that the man knew that a seraphim named Samuel had moved in next door to his neighbors. He used to be the gardener of the fourth day, nicknamed "Alice".

I don't know how long later, Samuel, who became a seraph, still did not forget his old profession of professional death. One day he didn't know where to go and couldn't think about it, so he used the tree he planted on the fourth day The taboo fruits borne on the earth lured the human ancestors Adam and Eve to fall, and they were expelled from heaven and fell to hell by the wrathful gods. The scene when he was expelled was the part that Lucifer least wanted to recall so far.

This is a darker memory that is more serious than the black history. The warm feeling of the stiff but trembling white wings in his hand still makes the man's heart tremble when he recalls it.

Later, someone joked that he fell into the sky to run down to chase his wife - everyone probably thought he was joking, only Lucifer knew that he chose to leave the sky, in fact, it may not have nothing to do with Samael - sometimes, People need to look at the essence through the phenomenon. When indulging in a certain kind of comfort for a long time, they will become numb over time. At this time, there needs to be such a person to wake them up with a big mouth.

"..."

And this moment.

The man leaned against the window, and for a moment he seemed to be completely immersed in the memory that was quite distant to him—since he left the sky, he hardly recalled his previous life, because The hell under construction is always busy with things, and he has no time; also because of those memories, he feels that there is nothing worth lingering on.

Soft snowflakes began to form sparsely in the sky again. Although the density was not high, each snowflake was as big as the thumbnail. The man watched his exhaled breath condense into a milky white gas in the air, so he lowered his eyes. , then raised his finger, pointing his slender fingertips in the direction of the white wild flower through the window, and in the distance, the white wild flower came out of the ground, staggering towards the place where the man was. Flying slowly in the direction——

"……Well--"

At this time, in the middle of the huge four-poster bed behind the man, the black-haired young man who was trapped in the soft mattress suddenly became more and more short of breath. He probably had a nightmare. In the dream, he was constantly struggling as if Trying to break free from some predicament——

The man paused, his long and thick eyelashes moved slightly, and while his fingertips were hanging down, the white wildflowers floating in the air outside the window also fell silently to the ground.

He turned around and came to the bed, and skillfully removed the wet towel that had been warmed by the body temperature on the forehead of the black-haired young man, and his fingertips seemed to slip from the other's sharp jaw inadvertently. Sliding up and taking away a drop of transparent sweat.

"Alice..."

The man's voice sounded a little hoarse, but at this moment it seemed extremely magnetic.

But in any case, the person he called could not hear him calling him.

Probably the effect of blood coagulation medicine was just in time. The black-haired young man in the middle of the bed at this moment had flushed cheeks and hot body, and every breath seemed to become extremely laborious—his eyes were slightly dozed, and the bright black color on weekdays But the pupils could not see any brilliance, and the transparent saliva slipped down his lips that were too late to close, and at the same time, short hot breaths sprayed out from his lips...

Slightly frowning, the simple ice-blue magic has condensed on the fingertips. The ice ball formed by the ice-type magic will not be dissolved and heated quickly like ordinary water. According to common sense, it can certainly relieve the pain of lying on the bed at this time. However, before the man put the ice puck on the forehead of the black-haired young man, he suddenly remembered that the most taboo of external magical interference is in the process of using blood coagulation potions.

The next second, with the sound of "Zi", white water mist rose, and the ice ball dissipated in the air.

He honestly turned around and went back to the bathroom to exchange for a new cold towel and put it on the forehead of the black-haired young man. Seeing him let out a long sigh because the temporary cold seemed to be better, the man followed loosely. He took a deep breath and wanted to sit down by the bed, but when he saw traces of sweat on the bed, he became obsessed with cleanliness, so he simply dragged a chair over and put it on the side of the bed and sat down.

At the same time, the black-haired young man on the bed suddenly stretched out his sweaty hand, and grabbed the man's clean and warm wrist.

Lucifer: "..."

To make matters worse, the person who fell into a coma would not let go of the grasp.

Lucifer: "Let go."

……

Lucifer: "If you don't let go, I will rape you."

……

Lucifer: "..."

In order for him to grab it easily, the man had to condescend to maintain an awkward posture and lie on the bedside like a kid. For the first time, he felt that keeping a pet was more troublesome than he imagined.

You have to take care of him to eat and take care of him to wear.

You have to coax him when he is upset.

When you are happy, you have to continue coaxing.

Showing you the door is for your face, if you don't show you the door, don't fucking force too much.

When you leave home to shoot, you have to bring him back and worry about whether he will bite people outside.

When you are sick, you have to be responsible for your distress.

The man thought about it, and finally summed up the situation in one sentence: With greater ability, comes greater responsibility, um.