ghost world

【Well……】

Metatron's fingers lingered on Mammon's face, slightly hesitant.

Mammon tilted her head, grabbed his fingers and kissed him lightly, and looked up at him.

Naked hints—

Or called explicit.

The warm touch came from the fingertips, and Metatron felt his heart beat slightly faster.

Mammon let go of her hand suddenly, got up and hugged his waist.

Metatron's waist is very thin, but not just a handful of bones.Even through the fabric, he could imagine the strength in his waist. "Meta..." He bewitched him in a low voice.

Metatron let out an inaudible sigh, and put his hands on Mammon's shoulders.

Mammon rolled her eyes, and the hand around Metatron's waist suddenly tightened, and she instantly shifted to the bedroom.

The bed in the bedroom was specially brought from hell by someone.

Soft yet elastic, won't hurt the body.

Metatron lay on his back with a seemingly calm expression.But he knew that he was not calm, but stiff.From face to body.

Mammon gently stroked his eyebrows with her fingers, soothing his emotions.

Metatron's hand was still on his shoulder, in a gesture of refusal.

"I love you." He leaned down and kissed his lips.

Metatron didn't respond for a while before slowly kissing back.

Mammon's hands became restless, and she was exploring from the inside of the skirt all the way.

"You are skilled."

Mammon, who was about to lose his mind, woke up abruptly at Metatron's voice, coldness shot to his fingertips, and he froze.

The drooping eyelashes fluttered twice, and Mammon raised his head, showing an almost flattering smile, "Come on." He hugged Metatron and turned around, lying carelessly under Metatron.

Such a role change made Metatron, who was originally holding Mammon's shoulders, look more like he was holding Mammon.

Mammon blinked, "Or do you want me to take the initiative?" He raised his hands and began to unbutton his own buttons.

The wheat-colored skin was exposed inch by inch.

The temptation to stop talking.

After unbuttoning the third button, he saw that Metatron still had no intention of moving, and his heart sank.

Still not working?

Because of the absurdity of the year?

If so, can he ask Metatron to turn back time, let him go back to the past and beat up the past and anesthetize himself with rotten life?

His fingers froze on the buttons, and it took him a long time to show a smile that was definitely not calm, "I'm just joking. Actually, it's fine for us to do this."

It's really good.

See him and touch him every day.Compared with the distant and hopeless longing in the past, this kind of life is heaven.

Even if the desire in his heart is clamoring, and greed is crazily wrapping around his heart like a vine, devouring his soul, he still has to persevere.After living this life against Metatron, he could no longer imagine the lost days.

When she thought that Metatron might leave his side, and she could only look for him in her memory, Mammon felt a pain like a pinprick from her toes to her brain.

He tried his best to control his slightly trembling fingertips, fastened the buttons of his shirt, then hugged Metatron, resting his head on his shoulder.

"We'll be together forever."

He used an affirmative sentence—unacceptable to any doubts.

Metatron finally moved, raised his hand, supported the bed, and slowly moved away from him.

Mammon remained motionless, the pain like needle pricks gathered together and swept across his body overwhelmingly.

Instead of leaving, Metatron lay down beside him.

"You do it."

A trace of relief, a trace of helplessness, a trace of sacrifice-like calm...

There was still no movement around.

Metatron wanted to turn his head, but his body was suddenly suppressed.

Mammon pressed her chest against his chest, with an ecstasy on her face that she had no time to conceal and did not want to conceal, her pupils that were as dull as black ink suddenly turned into black star stones, countless gold and silver stars were twinkling, her eyes were faintly red, and she spoke His voice trembled all the time, "Really?"

Metatron didn't answer, but raised his head slightly, and touched his chin lightly with his lips.

"..."

Mammon said nothing.

……

He expresses it with action.

【later】

Hippe doesn't like hell, but he intends to stay in hell, because he doesn't want to go back to the tenth world.But Raphael somehow persuaded Beelzebub, so Hippe and Julian were expelled.

Hippe, who had nowhere to go after leaving hell, was finally taken back to the Tenth Realm by a carriage.

The proud Mammon took half an hour to hand over all the affairs, and before he spoke, he left the Tenth Realm with Metatron and the luggage he had packed long ago.

Xi Pei stared at the documents in the room for a long time before tidying them up resignedly.

In fact, he is not very good at how to manage the Tenth World.In the past, it was because no matter how hard other angels struggled while they were alive, they would eventually die.No angel can live longer than him, so no angel can shake his position.

And now, the poisoned angels have been detoxified, they are no longer angels with limited lives, they can also use their infinite lives to do infinite things.

Hippe felt that his incompetence was highlighted at this time.

Fortunately, he still has Julian by his side.

Julian can't remember the past, but it doesn't affect the IQ.With his help in dealing with affairs, Xi Pei's pressure was relieved a lot.Even when he saw Julian handling everything with ease, he thought that he was superfluous.But this thought quickly disappeared under Julian's gaze.

Hippe felt that Julian had only himself in his eyes.

It can be said that if it were not for himself, Julian would not be involved in these affairs.

"Aren't you going to see your father?" Julian asked suddenly one day.

Xi Pei froze for a moment, then shook his head numbly.

"Why?" Julian asked.Although Hibbe didn't tell him many things, he heard a lot.Hell, the Tenth Realm...their stories are spread everywhere.There are good and bad, maybe some are true and some are not, but one thing is for sure, Hippe has a father named Hipple.

Xi Pei hesitated for a long time before saying, "In the future."

Because the current father has not stepped out of the shadow of the God of Chaos, just like him.

Meeting now will only make the two injured people look at each other's wounds and make their unhealed wounds more painful.

"Then when you go, can you take me with you?" Julian lay on the document and looked at him expectantly.

Hibbe looked away.

For a long time in hell, he didn't want to see Julian.Although the other party has been by his side after the soul reshaping.Looking at the current Julian always made him miss the old one involuntarily.

Even bad memories.

Even if there is only the unfortunate him, and the more unfortunate him.

Julian didn't seem to notice.His own indifference seemed to him innate indifference.That's right, he'd never seen him before.

"Can't it?" Julian asked disappointedly, and then buried himself in the document he hadn't read just now.

The clock on the wall was ticking.

Time flies by.

Hibbe recalled a lot.

The past, the past, the past, the past, the past...

Later, he discovered that he actually didn't remember much.Many memories are still there, but the colors are already dim and fuzzy.

……

it is good.

I don't know how long it took, but Hippe gently answered the question that had been left out for a long time in his heart.

【cooperate】

Because Metatron insisted on staying in Noah's Ark, Mammon could only shuttle back and forth between Hell and Noah's Ark as a trapeze.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feixia launched various preferential measures, and finally won the favor of Mamen, and opened the tourism cooperation between the two places.

Layton and Victor stood at the front desk of the hotel and waited for the first hell tour group to arrive this afternoon.

Victor whispered: "Why do we have business, and Feixia Shi is going to hell?"

"He is going to investigate." The tourism cooperation is bilateral, which means that the residents of hell can come, and the employees of Noah's Ark can also go there.

——Although Noah's Ark has a small number of employees, because Shi Feixia marked Metatron on the contract, Mamen still signed the contract decisively.

Victor envied: "I want to go too."

Layton's eyes slanted towards him, "Are you tight-lipped?"

"Huh?" Victor was at a loss.

"Show teeth." Layton said old-fashioned.

Victor did.

Layton took out a flashlight and a mouth mirror, and checked his mouth for a long time, "There are tooth decay, come to my room tomorrow afternoon, and prepare one hundred gold coins."

"Huh?" Victor was taken aback.

Layton packed up his tools, and suddenly said violently: "Flying Man Shi and Isfiel are going on honeymoon, honeymoon! Hell is only the first stop, and they are going to the dwarf world! The dwarf world!"

Victor asked blankly, "Do you want to develop a business?"

Layton gritted his teeth and said, "To play."

Slightly.

Victor and Layton heard a crisp cracking sound at the same time.

Victor looked at Layton.It seemed to him that the sound came from Layton's mouth.

Layton clenched his mouth tightly and said in a vague voice after a long time: "My tooth is cracked."

"..."

"I'm going back."

"..." By the time Victor came to his senses, Layton had disappeared so badly that he couldn't even see his shadow.

Do you want...he to go back too?

But in this way, Noah's Ark can't send anyone.Hughes and Jin went to the blood clan world together. Hearing that the blood clan is in chaos recently, Jin went back to sit in town.Small is still in Yuanshu Realm and has not come back.Antonio cooks in the kitchen...

It seems that only myself is left.

Just as Victor was thinking, a clear light flashed past him.

In front of him was a beautiful back, light golden long hair scattered on the water lake blue robe, looking so slender and so gentle.

"coming."

Victor blinked, not understanding what he meant.

Suddenly, a hell carriage riding on flames broke through the darkness and rushed out!

Immediately behind it were hundreds of chariots flickering with flames.

The leading carriage stopped at the front desk, and a dark-haired man in a dark purple slim-fit suit got out of the carriage, with a gentle and slightly sinister smile on his handsome face.

The figure standing in front of Victor took a step forward slightly, and met the eyes of the black-haired man.

Just one glance can end thousands of years.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your continued support. "Ghost World" is all over here, welcome to the other two fat pits——

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