The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"We have arrived."

A gentle and hoarse voice rang in Sisley's ear, waiting patiently for her reaction.

Sisley responded vaguely, and hugged the former's neck even tighter.

The other party was startled for a moment, then amused by her actions.

"Baby, if I were a sane human being," Earl Grey quipped, "you'd strangle me to the point of fainting with one blow."

The few key words in these words made Sisley's eyelashes tremble slightly, and her drowsiness melted away.

"........."

She struggled to open her eyes and faced an ordinary apartment door.

Sisley stared at the door for a few seconds, and before she had time to make a small question mark in her heart, the door creaked and opened inward.

"Please come in."

A warm scent wafted over, and the ruler of hell wore a pink plaid apron, held a spatula in one hand, and opened the door for them with the other.

In the bright light, the tall and straight black-haired young man opened his eyes slightly, and a soft smile appeared on his handsome face, like the morning sun piercing through the mist.

"Come in, uncle."

The lord of hell was genuinely happy, and took a pair of slippers for Sisley and Earl Gray, and went to the kitchen to wash his hands first, "Gabriel should be back soon, you have something to eat first."

Sisley's drowsiness had completely disappeared, Earl Gray put her down properly, watched her finish changing her shoes, and then began to change his own.

This apartment is not spacious, but the furnishings are quite small and warm.

The touch under the feet is extremely soft, and most of the slippers can even sink into the plush carpet with a calm color. The single chair with wooden idyllic style and the large fabric sofa with contrasting colors are placed together. Flowers are inserted above the mugs and lamps. The green leaves of Chlorophytum crawled all over the bookshelves, but even so, they couldn't cover the weird decorations behind.

The sunlight permeated the interior of the room through the thin curtains; however, the brightest light in the room came from a small Italian chandelier, which hung low, and the largest crystal even Sisley Reachable, like a low-hanging cedar branch.

After entering the living room, Earl Gray sat down on the sofa and waited patiently.

Sisley continued to explore, until she suddenly kicked something lightly under her feet.

Sisley:?

Before she had time to do anything, the thing tugged at the hem of her skirt, directly dragging Sisley to the ground, completely on top of her.

Before screaming, Sisley smelled a thick bloody smell, mixed with the dust of the cold winter.

Sisley:! !

She immediately stretched back the paws that were about to scratch each other's cats, and then covered the big cold hands around her waist, turning around with difficulty, and the other hugging her face to face.

Ken didn't take off his mask, so Sisley could see his half-closed blue-gray eyes through the dim aperture at such a close distance.

The calm blue-gray mixed with sporadic tenderness stared at her for a while, and then closed it completely.

——————She has never seen another self so tired.

Sisley thought in shock and affectionately.

Skin-to-skin contact, shared consciousness, she was also infected and drowsy, and there were Abaddon and Gabriel on the carpet, so it must have been cleaned up quite cleanly. Sisley just fell asleep on Ken's generous chest.

———————From the Earl Gray's point of view, it seems that the carpet is eating people.

After the rustling sound of two small animals touching each other's horns passed, the old and handsome man sat on the sofa motionlessly, holding a grape in his hand to appreciate, as if the man who was about to stand up just now did not not him.

"Can you help me open the glass door of the balcony? I can't get away now."

There was a "stinging, stinging" sound from the kitchen, and a more intense fragrance emerged in an instant, accompanied by the gentle and clear voice of the black-haired young man.

The older man squeezed the grape between his fingers, quickly walked to the other side of the living room, pulled aside the curtains, unlocked the glass door, and opened it.

When he just opened the glass door, a faint gray spot appeared on the horizon, it flew from the direction of the sun, blocked part of the golden glow, and became closer and closer—— ————

Earl Gray's eyesight is excellent, he can see the young man's snow-like hair fluttering in the wind, the blue-purple eyes of the other party are indifferent, and there is still some kind of terrifying power fluctuation on his body.

Such a brilliant, extremely beautiful, and extremely cold creature spread out the huge wings behind him for the last time, and lightly stayed on the railing of the balcony, looking down at Earl Gray's expression.

The older man suddenly felt that the archangel standing on the railing looked like a cat with a dignified and arrogant expression, but a low IQ.

"........."

Earl Gray had received professional training, and he tried his best to hide the twisted smile on his lips, and his face barely regained his composure.

He opened his arms silently.

"uncle."

The Archangel recognized him, jumped off the railing, and threw himself into his arms.

Slapped head-on by two big soft and warm wings, the dead who had "lived" in dead silence for more than ten years were almost blinded by the cleansing light.

He sighed helplessly, turned his face away as much as possible, and stretched out his hand, hesitantly patted the top of the archangel's soft hair.

—————There is no doubt that this one, the one busy in the kitchen, and the rugman are all his children.

After clapping twice, the older man suddenly felt that his fingers were empty.

Earl Gray: "...?"

Gabriel took the grapes skillfully, chewed them, and went into the living room contentedly, and went straight to find Abaddon in the kitchen.

"came back?"

The monarch of hell didn't even look back, and asked with a smile.

Gabriel walked around to the side, touched Abaddon's free hand, shared everything he saw with his other self, and explained the content of the text message he sent in detail.

"........."

The expression in Abaddon's black eyes changed, from cold to enlightened, and finally fixed on joy and anticipation.

After the two Sisleys stuck together for a while, the monarch of hell was the first to recover, lifted the lid of the pot, took out a pocket waffle, and dipped it in the cold chocolate sauce to cool it down.

Raising the pocket waffle slightly, Abaddon smiled and looked at the archangel, who was about the same height as himself. Although the latter was holding hands with the other, and understood the evil intentions of the other, he still actively jumped up and down twice. With a sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss,' he snatched the waffle from the opponent's palm.

—————————The ruler of hell has as many bad intentions as cooking skills.

One fulfilled his desire to feed and play, and the other happily ate waffles. In this way, the two Sisleys got a win-win situation together.

After eating hot waffles first, and communicating with Abaddon about the battle plan, Gabriel folded his wings and walked out of the kitchen.

The two Sisleys on the carpet of the bookcase are still sleeping, Sisley's body is stacked on top of the bigger Sisley, and the two Sisleys are sleeping like melted cotton candy, spread flat on the ground.

The archangel admired it for a while, restrained his desire to join, and walked back to Earl Gray.

The latter had another grape in his hand. Seeing Gabriel approaching, he subconsciously stretched out the grape in front of him.

The next second, the ruthless woodpecker started again, the archangel's teeth were white and sharp, he held the grape firmly in his mouth, and happily ate it.

"…………"

Earl Gray once again hallucinated a long cat that was lounging on the carpet when it was full.

"I have created your illusion."

After eating the grapes, Gabriel began to state, "In the apparition, you will go back to the hotel together, and then watch a two-hour movie in your room."

"Sounds like a good plan," the deceased who got off the train laughed, "I like movies."

The archangel stared at him for a few seconds with blue eyes, then nodded, "I've moved the two of you back to the hotel. When you go back, don't forget to watch a movie for a while. Next—"

Earl Gray couldn't help noticing that Abaddon, who was as silent as a shadow, quietly came out of the kitchen and stood at the door of the living room, listening to their conversation.

"Sisley should know this too."

Gabriel suddenly stopped talking, and looked back at Abaddon who was standing with his arms folded.

———— I knew you would say that.

The latter's fingertips grazed the back of the archangel's neck in response.

The mist that lost five senses and the world of eternal snow collided with each other. Abaddon paused, retracted his hand, walked to the side of the duo who slept soundly on the carpet, and patted Ken.

The blond man immediately opened his eyes, as if he had never fallen asleep, and Sisley was also washed away by him, and yawned blankly.

"Do you want to go back?" She asked her other self in a low voice, and got a negative answer.

A few small bubbles floated up from Ken's peaceful consciousness, and lightly tapped Sisley's consciousness space. They couldn't form a complete sentence, but they still expressed his heart.

Both hands reached under Sisley's ribs, and lifted her lightly.

Sisley: Huh————

Abaddon stood up easily holding her, as if he was holding a small soft pillow, with a strong cedar fragrance. His satin-like black hair brushed the back of Sisley's hand, and the latter subconsciously grabbed her back.

The ruler of hell bowed his head in silence, and looked at the innocent looking up body for a century, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He stuffed the main body into the sofa, and sat not far away, facing Gabriel who started to take something out of the white robe.

The archangel's fingers were cold and white, like a work of art carved out of marble, but at this moment, this work of art was holding a scorched and ugly thing.

With Gabriel's merciless poke, the thing wept weakly.

"It's that doll!" Sisley immediately recognized the familiar voice.

"This is a mature 'eye'." Gabriel calmly said, "In this 'eye', there is a piece of soul hidden, in order to keep it alive and vicious forever, spreading filth, supporting the opening of Pandora's box nutrient."

"So he's innocent?" Sisley asked.

"No." The lord of hell looked at the writhing doll, "He voluntarily gave a piece of his soul."

Sisley: Huh————

"Because only the human soul is always fresh, bright, and inexhaustible. No matter what emotions, happy, painful, dark and confused, or even bitter and numb, these are things that other substitutes cannot comparable."

Abaddon smiled.

Shadows danced on his eyelashes, his face was flawless, his eyes lightly passed over Earl Gray, and finally settled on Sisley.

With a sound of "Squealing", Gabriel completely tore the doll's body apart.

A piece of soul screamed and tried to escape, but was caught by Abaddon in a hurry, pinched in the palm of his hand, unable to escape again.

A beautiful ice flower bloomed from the hands of the ruler of hell, enveloping the struggling soul.Gradually, it calmed down, stopped trembling, and revealed its original color.

In the gap, Sisley saw a dazzling green hair.

Before she had time to point this out, the bedroom door suddenly opened silently, and the shadow of a woman fell straight into the middle of the living room.

Mephisto lifted up a bunch of light purple hair that had slipped down, and yawned lazily. She wore a silk blindfold on her head, and there were two obvious black spots under her eyelashes, which made her frown. The expression added a little impatience.

"What are you arguing about?"

Sisley looked at her other face, couldn't help but look at her red ribbon, couldn't help but look at her face, and finally couldn't help looking at her red ribbon.

Aware of the long gaze of the main body, Mephisto stopped yawning and glanced at her.

"Send it to you."

The beauty Rose suddenly said.

The thing on the red ribbon flew across the room and landed on Sisley's hands with precision. Mephisto yawned again, turned back to the bedroom, slammed the door of the room loudly, and locked it neatly.

"What happened to her?" Sisley asked quietly.

"lack of sleep."

Abaddon replied a little worriedly.

After getting an answer that was not considered an answer, Sisley subconsciously lowered her head and looked at the thing she caught.

At the same time, the thing that was thrown dizzily also raised its head, hugged her fingers innocently, and cried aggrievedly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Looking at the pale-skinned pocket clown with green, red lips, Sisley's palms were stiff and her pupils trembled.

#Mephisto, what have you done#