The end game [Zhongyingmei]

It was quiet on the bedroom door, Abaddon thought for a while, and pushed open the door.

"What are you dawdling about?" He asked with a smile.

"Hair is messed up again."

Sisley looked up innocently, while Mephisto answered him vaguely with a black clip in his mouth.

Two red ribbons were pulled out from the woman's glamorous body. It was supposed to be a terrifying prop for harvesting blood in a bewitching way. The three-strand braid for the base is prepared.

Mephisto fixed those tiny three-strand braids with black clips, and patiently pulled out strands of "rose flower" petals.

"so beautiful………"

Next to the head is something that can kill people at any time, but Sisley herself has no awareness of the danger, so she happily turned her head to praise Mefist.

The big beauty Rose pressed the fluttering body's shoulders, and gave a helpless "hmm" in satisfaction.

"Isn't this a matter of course?" She arrogantly dragged out her voice, an ebony-colored rose blossomed silently under her bright red fingertips, "Come and help!"

"I'm coming."

The Lord of Hell said mildly.

Five minutes later, Mephisto was the first to put down his tidying hands, staring down at the main body in the mirror.

Abaddon said that for her.

"It's so beautiful..." he said softly, "It's so cute."

Sisley climbed off the high-backed chair, her left and right hands were held by Mephisto and Abaddon respectively, and the two older Sisleys lifted Sisley's body like this, as if young parents took their children out to play .

Skin to skin, mind sharing, Mephisto's consciousness was the first to refute Sisley's words.

————Brother and sister.

Abaddon's consciousness dropped for half a beat before he caught up.

—————I have no problems with my brothers, sisters and parents.

The Lord of Hell is usually empty of consciousness space, like a box glowing with sweet and paralyzing gas.

He rarely made too many comments, so once in a while, Mephisto and Sisley were very willing to listen.

The size of the apartment is naturally no bigger than the previous hotel. Therefore, when the Lord of Hell built the house, he used a rather restrained space extension technique.

Outside the kitchen is the extended dining room. In addition to the high bar counter, there is also a mahogany round table, which can seat seven or eight people at the same time.

"come here baby."

When Earl Gray caught sight of Sisley who had been carefully dressed, he was slightly taken aback for a moment, and then a look of surprise and praise appeared in his tender green eyes.

The sumptuous dishes have been placed on the bar counter, which look extraordinarily delicious under the lights, and each Sisley can serve their favorite part when it is steaming hot.

Putting his half-filled plate aside, the older and handsome man picked up another empty plate, asked Sisley what she wanted to eat, and skillfully served her just the amount she needed.

These things are usually done by the bigger Sisley, but today, no one took the initiative to speak up, and most of Sisley were all staring at the bar.

Ken sat in the living room, a tall man who seemed to have "estrangement" written all over his back, sharpening his knife as he did in Conscious Space.

Mephisto: Stare at————

Abaddon propped his chin gracefully, his eyes resting on the dew that wetted the flowers in the bottle on the other side of the bar.

As the only exception, the Archangel was sitting on a chair, playing a game of "hide and seek" with the Pocket Clown.

He didn't abide by the rules of the game at all, and played the miniature clown in the palm of his hand in a physical sense, making the miniature clown no game experience, crying sadly, tears kept being evaporated by the holy light around Gabriel, Leaves snow-white salt.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

In the perfect palm of the archangel, the pocket clown sat slumped on the ground, weeping weakly, nodding his head, and passed out again due to exhaustion.

And the culprit who did such evil things didn't have any heart to bear. Instead, he seemed to want to wake up the pocket clown and play again.

Abaddon: ...

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He turned his gaze back to the bar and gave Gabriel a speechless look.

Sisley, who was holding a full plate, also walked back to the dining table at this time and put down her dinner.

"Aren't you going?"

Glancing around at the handsome men and women who were acting like cats and cats, Sisley couldn't help but feel doubts from the bottom of her heart.

"........."

Mephisto glanced lazily at the main body, stood up first, and walked towards the bar.

She handed the plate to Earl Gray. Although the latter was stunned for a few seconds because he didn't see this number Sisley, he quickly recovered and helped her serve the dinner.

Gabriel was not unfamiliar with Earl Grey's contact, he called uncle quite skillfully, and he didn't stop calling until the latter piled his plates as high as a mountain.

When it was Abaddon's turn, the Lord of Hell did not move. He glanced towards the living room until Ken withdrew the knife in his hand and stood up.

After an afternoon of sleep, the inexplicable mania in his body has completely subsided, except that the action of sitting in the living room sharpening a knife is too creepy, other than that, the tall blond man looks quite normal.

After a while, he returned to the dining table with the same horrible food as Gabriel, and sat next to Sisley.

Taking advantage of the surrounding Sisleys who were either playing with their mobile phones or distracted, Sisley secretly hooked Gouken's hand under the table.

-----What happened to you?

The tall man froze slightly, put down his hand holding the fork, and, as usual, opened up his full consciousness in front of her.

—————In the night, the moonlight was so bright that it was creepy. There seemed to be irrational beasts hidden in the dark tree shadows. The stream rose up crampedly, reaching Sisley's feet.

Only the night breeze was still cool and gentle, soothing her consciousness.

That's what Ken was saying to her.

-----Do not be afraid.

After dinner, with only Gabriel still unhurriedly battling the mountain of food, Mephisto had washed his plates and stood up.

Sisley leaned over subconsciously, and Mephisto looked at her and snorted inexplicably.

"I'm leaving."

she said suddenly.

Sisley looked out of the window following her gaze, and the last ray of sunset was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, as if an inevitable parting.

The big beauty Rose stood in front of her like an indestructible shield, protecting Sisley tightly.

Above Sisley's head, Mephisto seemed to sigh slightly.

"Don't cry." Her voice finally softened. "It's nothing to be afraid of, it's just lack of sleep. Well, I'll give you a present. Don't cry."

The bigger Sisley bent down and kissed the main body possessively on the cheek, leaving a blood-red lip mark.

Following the instant disappearance of the gentle touch on the cheek, something was added to Sisley's palm.

"........."

She stared blankly at the empty front for a while, and then glanced at the parting gift that Mephisto threw into her palm.

Sisley: ...?

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A beautiful and scary little thing was lying in her hands, tightly bound, looking alive and angry, the kind that would bite Sisley to pieces if the rope was untied.

—————That is a little fairy that only exists in fairy tales.

With trembling translucent wings, a body covered in shiny dust, a face as beautiful as a human handicraft, but at the same time with terrifying fangs like a great white shark... a little fairy.

The little fairy struggled angrily.

The little fairy was full of anger.

The little fairy kicked her feet vigorously—Sisley noticed that her feet still had cute little leaf boots.

The little fairy uttered a shrill cry like a wicked child.

Sisley: *puffs*

Sisley: *beams with joy*

Even though they didn't communicate with each other, but based on the principle that "all Sisleys are Sisleys in essence", Sisley's body understood Mephisto's meaning in an instant.

————— This is a live Barbie doll given to her, or the DLC fairy version.

Holding the small Barbie doll in her palm, Sisley ran up to Abaddon, and the black-haired young man picked her up, carried her in his arms, and admired Mephisto's gift with her.

"What do you want me to do, grind all the teeth of this thing into human teeth?"

Looking down at the little thing that dared to show its teeth, Abaddon asked the most ruthless words in the most gentle tone.

Perhaps feeling the murderous aura from hell, the little elf suddenly stiffened, closed his eyes, and entered a state of suspended animation.

"……Nah."

Sisley writhed in his arms, trying to slap Abaddon's neck with her free hand, but because the lord of hell was wearing a super turtleneck sweater today, she didn't succeed.

She could only settle for the next best thing, and describe what she wanted to the black-haired young man who smiled and listened patiently.

Abaddon is worthy of being Abaddon. After hearing this, the Lord of Hell immediately proposed a plan.

"How about setting up a contract?"

he asked softly.

"Contract?" Sisley repeated the word.

"Yes, a contract." The ruler of hell held Sisley with one hand, swiped the other hand in the air, and began to teach the concept of a contract on the spot.

"Basically something that cannot be violated, you can order this little thing not to attack you and me, to listen to your words completely, and to behave like a Barbie doll when you treat her like a Barbie doll," Abaddon explained, "Contract The only way to get rid of it is that the contracted party has used some kind of powerful force or level to suppress the contractor, but generally speaking, it is extremely rare."

Sisley: Huh———

"And I don't think this little thing has that kind of IQ." Abaddon said politely at last.

"What about the contract?"

Sisley finally asked.

"look into my eyes."

The lord of hell whispered.

Sisley stared at the pair of strange-colored eyes that did not know when to appear, her mind followed the chaos, a voice told her "it doesn't hurt", something bright red seemed to drip on the little fairy, and the latter burst into a burst of pain. The furious beast roared, but the buzzing in Sisley's ears became louder and louder.

"It's almost over," Abaddon whispered.

———On the other side of the sofa, Gabriel hurriedly threw a feather, which instantly healed the needle-punched wound on Sisley's finger.

The little fairy became strangely quiet.

Sisley spread her palms, untied the rope cautiously, and let it go free, but it still sat there blankly, with no desire to attack or run away.

"It's that simple."

Abaddon stood behind Sisley, admiring the wilting little fairy with great interest.

"All right."

The lord of hell concluded, "Let me take you back to the hotel. There is a guest waiting outside your door."