The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The skin touches, the senses are shared, and the severe pain of corrosion is overwhelming.

————So Abaddon didn't even have time to say anything, and was hit on the face by another teardrop of his own, like a warm rain.

"...don't get hurt..."

Sisley burst into tears.

Moist and salty tears rolled into Abaddon's lips, and he sipped it lightly, which made his heart swell.

The monarch of hell couldn't help but have sore eyes, a horrifying blood red in his eyes, and his face became even paler, like a pearly ghost under the sun.

"Don't cry...don't cry."

Sisley, who was dressed in goatskin, also covered the main body, whispering in a low voice, "It doesn't hurt at all, and I can restore it to its original state in a flash."

When Sisley came flying, his hands were hanging down, his fingers tightly clenched into fists by his side, like a frozen statue.

After a while, these hands raised slightly, gently wrapped Sisley's thin back, and took out a handkerchief from the breast pocket.

—— Damian, who was watching from the garden, thought he heard a soft "click" between the old father's teeth.

Because of this, Damian thinks he is getting close to the truth of the world.

Devil's Son: (deep)

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The hand of the black-haired man could chop off the heads of those ferocious beasts in one fell swoop, and he could also lift a [-]-kilogram ancient battle ax with ease, but now he wrapped his fingertips and wiped Sisley's face away bit by bit. tear stains on.

Sisley stood on her tiptoes and said something to him, his face gradually softened, and he even smiled indulgently.

It was a genuine smile, and anyone could see it.

"I was really afraid that you would be fixed by the cross in the garden." Sisley said to her other self with lingering fear.

The last time she asked Alfred "Are there any demons in this world", although the answer he gave was "No", the following series made Sisley terrified after thinking carefully, and her pupils trembled.

———— That's why she ignored Alfred's obstruction just after waking up, stepped on the muddy ground with bare feet, and ran over to check if Abaddon was okay.

The lord of hell couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I'm not a demon in the true sense." He pondered for a moment and gave the answer, "Even if I have the appearance of a demon, it must be a special moment for mages and their instruments to be aware of my existence."

"Then you can come over from the outer wall of Wayne Manor at any time?"

"Of course, I can come anytime."

Sisley, who was wearing goatskin, whispered, and handed back the handkerchief that wiped away her tears to Sisley herself.

The icy scent of the incense candle lingered on the snow-white cloth, Sisley took it in a daze, and subconsciously held it in her palm.

"I'm leaving."

She heard Abaddon speak loudly.

The lord of hell had already properly placed her back on the ground, letting her step on his shoes.

The hideous wound on Abaddon's wrist no longer dripped blood, and the legs that had just stopped disappearing continued to spread upward until even his fingertips gradually became transparent.

When the transparent color expanded to his face, he leaned back and disappeared completely.

And from where she stepped on him, plump and soft flowers bloomed, covering Sisli's snow-white bare instep.

"........."

After Abaddon left, Sisley's sanity returned, and the black-haired, blue-eyed girl looked back, subconsciously glanced at her old father, and lowered her eyes again.

She felt that she should have a blushing and embarrassed expression now, but she didn't know that she was running barefoot in the cold mud, and the cold had already turned her face as pale as snow.

————This also led to Bruce seeing a little daughter with timid eyes when he looked at her.

Her white skirt was stained, she was pitiful and dazed, and she was still clutching a white handkerchief in her hand.

Bruce: "..."

Bruce wants to call Constantine right now.

The old father's face was terribly black, dripping black, and there was a heavy disapproval in his eyes, which could be used to stop a child from crying at night, as if the clown had just forced him to perform a striptease in Arkham Asylum.

He strode towards Sisley who was standing among the flowers, paying attention not to step on her flowers, but only motioned for her to put her hand into his.

Sisley did so without hesitation.

With a slight lift from Bruce, Sisley was hugged tightly by his strong arms and sat firmly in the old father's arms.

Leaning towards the warm and steamy place, Sisley realized belatedly, the unusually hot spot on her forehead.

Her eyes were fixed on a certain point in the void, and her eyes were out of focus, signaling the system to turn on the light screen notification, and then hid in the arms of the old father, secretly revealing a mask of pain.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 30%]

[Hell's Black Goat King Synchronization Level: 65%]

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 60%]

Sisley: Huh! ! ! !

Except for the gentle and considerate Ken, the other three Sisleys are all doing their best to make trouble to varying degrees.

This also caused Sisley to fall limply like a small overheated CPU.

Bruce also obviously noticed her soaring body temperature, and quickened his pace. Sisley was tightly protected by his arms, and the more bumpy it was, the more drowsy he felt.

She didn't see her old father in Batman gear very often.

Most of the time when Bruce was at home, he would hang out in the study area, staying for hours, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, dealing with some affairs he had to deal with, and if Sisley opened the door at that time, his The aura is thick and gentle.

But when he put on this battle armor, his aura instantly became cold.

But Sisley—Sisley looked at the old father's chin with "serious" written on every line, and wanted to touch Batman's cat ears rebelliously.

She thought so, and did so.

When Batman lowered his head and walked through the porch, a small snow-white hand stretched out from his arms, like a cat's paw stuffed into a cat bag unwilling to be lonely, and touched the small sonar above his head.

Bruce fell silent, "..."

After feeling enough about the shape of the cat's ears and the material of the cat's ears, the guilty cat's paws were satisfied, and curled up into his arms again, looking obedient and extremely dependent.

Bruce held back a trace of a smile on his lips, but there was still a hint of it. His exposed lips didn't press down hard, and the line of his lips became straight.

Damian trotted along beside him, and couldn't help reaching out his hand at this moment, and gently stroked Sisley's fluffy hair from the gap between the old father's arms.

Feels pretty good in the hand, like a makeup brush that Dick's girlfriends would use.

Bruce glanced at his son's movements.

—————Don’t treat your sister like a cat.

Damian raised his head calmly and answered with his eyes.

————But her fur is smooth.

Bruce's arm holding Sisley trembled slightly.

————Damian, human hair is not fur, don't describe your sister like that.

Damian didn't answer, he just stroked Sisley's protruding hair again.

Before Bruce furthered his family education, the side door opened silently, and the silver-haired old butler quietly appeared.

Alfred had a few towels draped over his arms, first aid supplies in the tray in his left hand, and a pot of boiling tea in the tray on the right, in addition to afternoon dessert.

The old housekeeper was full of things, but he walked steadily, not even spilling a drop of tea soup.

The floor was covered with special rain-season rugs, and the sofa was covered with towels to ensure that Batman and Robin, who had rolled in the rain, did not leave a single muddy spot permanently on the expensive antique furniture of Wayne Manor.

Bruce put Sisley on the sofa. The black-haired and blue-eyed girl was already drowsy at this moment, and she couldn't even open her eyelids. Only a little absent-minded ice blue eyes were revealed, and she looked in a bad state.

"She has a fever," Alfred announced, touching her forehead.

"I know."

Bruce said in a low voice.

He motioned for Damian, who had already gone to get afternoon tea, to follow him to the Batcave, and change out his armor and suit before going up.

Only Alfred and Sisley, who was on the verge of falling asleep, were left in the huge side hall. She heard the sound of scissors tearing the fabric at a constant speed in the air, the sound of ice packs rattling softly, and the fluff rubbing against each other. The sound, these all mixed into a reassuring white noise, made Sisley slide down into the abyss of sleep even more.

Alfred's footsteps gradually faded away, he went to another room, heard the distant opening of the door, and went back a few minutes later.

Her feet were soaked in a basin of warm water, and Alfred took a cotton towel and wiped her skin, which had been whitened by the muddy water, clean.

He paused for a while, then went to find another item in the tray.

Just as Sisley was about to open her eyes, a cool cotton swab suddenly dipped lightly on the soles of her feet, and the tingling sensation spread to the wound.

"You scratched the sole of your foot, Miss Sisley." Alfred whispered as if he knew she was still awake.

After a while, he asked again.

"Can you tell me why you went after that dark-haired man? We've never seen him before."

It took Sisley a while to sink and float in a high-heat drowsiness before she heard this soft question clearly.

"he………"

She coughed with some difficulty, and the high fever quickly swept through her body, making Sisley unable to use her brain normally. She felt her throat was dry, and couldn't help coughing a few more times.

"...He saved me." Alfred heard her say in a dream, "He...he is mine...I..."

Sisley didn't finish her sentence at the end.

Alfred looked up suddenly, under the light, her face was white, with her slender wrist resting on her lower abdomen, like a weak and dying chick.

However, Alfred couldn't ignore the faint smile on her face, it was a smile that only appeared because she mentioned the other party.

She fell asleep.