heavenly love

Is it?

Fan Wenjiang had to admit that what he said when he sent Shalier back that day made him feel uncomfortable.It not only reminded him that the heaven he was in now would face a great turmoil sooner or later, but also awakened him to the comfort of this period of time.He seemed to have fully integrated into this world that he was not used to and did not belong to himself.He's not Beria, he's not an angel, he's just a human being who should only live seven or eighty years.

I haven't seen Samael for a long time. After being troubled in bed for a while, Fan Wenjiang simply turned over and went to Samael's house. On the way, he ran into Niya and some other students from the same college.

Niya clung to him at the first moment, "Belia, Beria, I miss you so much! It's been a long time since I saw you, are you going to serve Michael? Oh, what a pity, he didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" ?”

Fan Wenjiang still felt warm at being cared about, and smiled slightly, "I'm fine."

Niya really missed Beria very much, ignored Fan Wenjiang's dissuasion, said goodbye to his friends who were traveling with him and temporarily changed the itinerary, and accompanied Fan Wenjiang to find Samael.

Samuel was also very happy to see Beria, stepped forward and gave him a big hug, looked him over carefully, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, he seems to be doing well, he hasn't lost weight and hasn't been punished. "

"Of course, because I'm smart." Seeing Samuel's expression like a hen guarding its chicks, Fan Wenjiang was amused and also moved, and joked with a blink of an eye.

Samuel thumped him, "Good boy, you can joke now."

The three angels were very happy sitting in the room playing and playing.

Fan Wenjiang was in a hurry the day he was taken away, and there were some things in the house that he wanted to take with him on the ninth day. Samuel also wanted to help him clean the room, so as to see what he could use and move them away together, anyway, Beria didn’t It will be used, and they are brothers, so there is nothing to be polite about.

So the three angels went back to Fan Wenjiang's house, and Niya just had nothing to do to join in the fun.

After entering the room, it was very clear at a glance, but because of insufficient light, Fan Wenjiang suddenly saw the blurred shadow on the bed, and the three of them were startled.Fan Wenjiang's thinking is more realistic, he thought he was patronized by thieves.

Samuel reacted quickly, chanted a spell and pointed at the table, and the candles on the table lit up.Seeing the figure on the bed, the three angels were startled again.Especially Niya and Samuel, their jaws were about to drop.

"Why are you here?" Fan Wenjiang realized that he was worried about how to explain to Niya and Samuel, but when he saw the man's face—the man's hair was not tied up, and the golden color was flowing like a streamer, slightly covering it Face, that beautiful face was a little pale and haggard.

Fan Wenjiang immediately worried, "What's wrong with you?"

The man glanced up at Samuel and Niya at the door, and looked at Fan Wenjiang apologetically.

Fan Wenjiang frowned, sorry?Why do you look at him apologetically?

"What happened? Got into a fight with him?"

Lucifer shook his head silently.After a while, he said again: "Today, I want to sleep here. Can I?"

Fan Wenjiang nodded, "But I haven't lived here for a while, so there will be some dust."

"I do not mind."

"Let's go here." Fan Wenjiang turned to Samael and Niya, "He seems a little unwell, so I'll entertain you tomorrow."

Still staring, Niya pointed to the bed, "He, he, he is..."

Fan Wenjiang smiled, "Well, he is he. I didn't tell you, did I go to serve His Royal Highness Lucifer's bedroom?"

It was rare for Samuel and Niya to shake their heads in tacit understanding.

"Oh, maybe I forgot." Said so lightly, but in fact Fan Wenjiang deliberately kept it from them.

"I, I, I, can I, can I..." Niya was still stammering, staring at Lucifer excitedly and admiringly.

Fan Wenjiang shook his head, "It's not convenient today, why don't you come tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, don't lie to me!" Niya begged and looked at Fan Wenjiang with her arms folded on her chest, almost praying.

Fan Wenjiang felt annoyed and funny, this kid, who looked like he could die for Lucifer, said last time he wanted to sleep in Luke's bed.

After sending Samael and Niya away, Fan Wenjiang turned around to take care of Lucifer, and wanted to help him to lie down, but Lucifer smiled and pushed him away, "I'm fine."

"It's okay to look so bad?" Fan Wenjiang sullenly.

Lucifer was still laughing, and pulled Fan Wenjiang's face, "I am the first angel created by God, age and strength are directly proportional. I have lived to this day, is there any minor injury or pain that I can't bear?"

"Slight injury and pain?" Fan Wenjiang raised his eyebrows and almost sneered, "Your face is almost comparable to that of a corpse, and you actually said that it is a small injury and pain? Please, the older you get, the worse your body functions, so don't be so disobedient, okay?" , old old old grandpa!"

Lucifer was speechless.

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Fan Wenjiang slapped away his hands that were twisting his face, and wanted to press him onto the bed, but Lucifer hugged him with a smile, and whispered in his ear: "Thank you."

The warm air sprayed onto Fan Wenjiang's ears, and Fan Wenjiang trembled instinctively, feeling his face slowly getting hot. He was embarrassed and speechless for a while, and turned his head to stare at the floor.

"Thank you for what?"

"Hmm..." Lucifer was thinking.

"Thank you for thinking about everything? Are you sincere?"

"Thinking only when there is sincerity."

"..." Fan Wenjiang was too lazy to talk to him.

"...When they saw my face, they all asked me what's wrong. I said it's okay, and they didn't say anything more. No angel takes it so seriously like you."

"..." Fan Wenjiang didn't ask if there was Michael among "them", turned his head to look at Lucifer's smiling face, and softened his heart to coax him, "Be good, lie down first."

It was rare for Lucifer to lie down obediently.

"Where is the discomfort?"

"……whole body."

"...Is it sick?"

"..."

"no?"

"..." Lucifer answered after a while, "I was beaten."

Fan Wenjiang almost jumped up in shock, "Michael?"

Lucifer laughed straight, "It's impossible for him to hurt me no matter what."

To Fan Wenjiang, this sentence sounded rather defensive, so he poked him, "Are you showing off your sweet and happy life to the matchmaker?"

"Matchmaker?"

"...That is to say, I matched you up. If I hadn't persuaded you twice to chase after Michael, how could you have chased him?"

Lucifer thought about it, "Is this the language of hell?"

"...that's not the point!"

Lucifer rarely smiled obediently.

"Who beat Lucifer?" In other words, who can beat Lucifer?

Lucifer shrugged his shoulders, "I lost my memory, I forgot." After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to the ceiling rather like a rogue, pretending to be stupid, without the usual elegance at all.

"I see."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"You were raped."

"..." Lucifer held his forehead, "I shouldn't let Shalier come to you anymore."

"What's the matter with you?" Fan Wenjiang's expression became serious again, appearing gentle and concerned.

Facing Fan Wenjiang like this, Lucifer sighed a little, and couldn't hide it anymore, "It's God." With the eyelids covered, the man's eyes were as clear and clean as sea water.

"...Let me see the wound."

Lucifer shook his head, "Internal injuries, you can't tell."

"Then I want to see it too, the one who was beaten by God, what a surprise."

Lucifer was amused by his words, and finally took off his clothes.

Fan Wenjiang gasped and almost fell to the ground.

The man's originally flawless skin was clinging to many dark things. If you look carefully, you will find that the things are like barbs that are deeply pierced into the body, and they will move slowly. You can see blood-red flesh and white flesh in the blink of an eye. Sensen's bones.

Fan Wenjiang's face turned pale.

Lucifer smiled softly, "Fool, it doesn't hurt very much."

"Why did he..." Fan Wenjiang choked up his voice, and he actually felt his eyes a little sour.He actually...wanted to cry?

Impossible, before, even if something like that happened, even if he was abandoned by that person, he never wanted to cry.

"Because I'm disobedient." Lucifer gathered his clothes together.

"This...is there no way to treat it?" Fan Wenjiang tried to touch Lucifer with trembling hands, but he didn't dare, and finally stopped in mid-air.

Lucifer patted his head, "No. We can only wait for its mana to disappear automatically in a month."

Fan Wenjiang breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Lucifer didn't say it for ten or eight years.

Fan Wenjiang really didn’t want Samuel and Niya to disturb him in Lucifer’s situation, but Lucifer also said that he wanted to go to the big tree he had been to before, and assured Fan Wenjiang in every possible way that it was just the low temperature at night. It can't hurt him, even if he is hurt.Fan Wenjiang took him there in the middle of the night, and then the two stayed on the tallest tree in the woods outside Angel City on the fifth day for a month.

Cangqiu's ancient big tree has a luxuriant crown, and the leaves are densely packed together, like a big head of a mushroom.Lucifer lay flat on the leaves, his hair was soft and lingering, one hand was on his waist, and the waist of the blouse was tightly cinched, which outlined the man's slender waist very sexy.

Fan Wenjiang sat beside him with his knees upright, feeling the warmth of the sun on his body in the breeze, unexpectedly feeling peaceful and peaceful, and slowly, his eyelids became heavy.

It was still bright when he woke up, but from his refreshed mental state, Fan Wenjiang should have slept for a long time, maybe a day, maybe two days.In fact, it was nothing. During the days when they were in the tree with Lucifer, they slept and chatted, chatted and slept again.

But he never thought he could accept such a life before.Literally frighteningly poor, but he felt very comfortable.Although I don't do anything, I don't feel bored, and even feel very peaceful and beautiful.

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