The end game [Zhongyingmei]

While Sisley in the dining room was absently forking the ruby ​​cheesecake, the last drop of blood from the fountain also slipped from Abaddon's cloak and dripped silently into the grass blades in the courtyard.

When Batman descended from the shadows, the first thing he saw was the dizzying pale face of the demon.

"...Get out of this manor."

Behind the mask, Bruce's voice is cold and menacing.

The smirk on the non-human creature's face remained motionless, it just gracefully took a step back and saluted him.

The devil's black hair hangs down like silk, and in the gap, it just reveals the scene of his youngest son being bought by a bunch of gorgeous weapons.

Batman who was stunned silently: "..."

————————————————————————————————————————————————— This picture is not lethal, but it is extremely insulting.

After receiving the old father's sight of death, Damian reluctantly put down the penetrating whip in his hand, and rubbed the fingers hanging by his side slightly, and Batman couldn't help noticing that the little boy was hanging from his waist. A scabbard.

—————— Fifteen minutes ago, this pearly thing was not on the waist of the devil's son.

When the old father's death gaze slowly moved to his waist, Damian silently moved his face away, pretending that he suddenly became interested in a withered violet.

When the family relationship is about to fall apart because of a set of gems and ancient weapons, Hiss in goat skin speaks urgently, trying to save the scene.

The demon's silky, deep voice sounded in the courtyard.

"A general offering."

As if not aware of the sudden tense air after he spoke, the inhumanly beautiful creature suddenly smiled, and those non-smiling eyes stared straight at Batman's mask.

"But the transaction still stands, after all, I am a reputable businessman."

------trade?

Batman immediately remembered what was mentioned in those ancient books of magic.

There is nothing wrong with saying this. When the devil accepts the offering, it will regard it as a transaction and respond to human desires in various distorted ways.

At this moment, the demon who claimed that he "accepted the offering" stood in place. While waiting for a response, the tip of his leather shoe touched the blade of grass glistening with blood twice, and then turned his head to look left and right, with a rather careless expression on his face. .

"........."

Batman kept a cautious silence.

This demon seemed to see through his thoughts through silence, his enunciation was clear and slow, his tone was full of some kind of strange bewitchment, his eyes without smiles were like hollow whirlpools, drowning human souls in it.

"—It depends on what you want."

The devil said lightly.

Generally speaking, the richer the offering, the crazier the devil is willing to do. It is not uncommon in the records that the flesh and blood of a city was sacrificed, and the devil destroyed half of the country as a result.

The rarer the offerings, the less likely the demons will be summoned, and even if they are indeed summoned, there is a high probability that these demons will turn around and take revenge on those who summoned them in a "joking" way.

—————However, the devil who appeared in Wayne Manor only received a handkerchief that was soaked in tears and completely soaked by the fountain, that's all.

What was he thinking about?

What does this devil who is full of lies want from Wayne Manor?

"…………"

Under Batman's complicated gaze, the demon's pale face was slightly raised as if bored, his deep gaze swept across the Wayne mansion, and stayed on one of the windows for a few seconds.

window?

—————Between lightning and flint, Bruce suddenly received a cobweb-like hint in the demon's words.

Batman couldn't help constricting his pupils, his heartbeat quickened, but his expression remained the same.

In front of him, the demon was idly rubbing his knuckles, unfolding and closing them, like a creepy pale flower, the scars on it had long since returned to normal.

But Bruce still retains the memory of seeing the non-human creature for the first time.

—————The black-haired demon was guarding the window of Sisley's bedroom at that time, and he didn't even care whether he was wet by the rainstorm.

"Sisley will be in danger recently."

Turn the question into a statement, and when the words come out, a biting chill creeps up Bruce's spine.

The demon stopped fiddling with his knuckles and gave him a vague look without nodding or shaking his head.

Between those two thin red lips, an endless ballad suddenly popped out lightly, almost inaudibly reaching Batman's ears.

"In the light of the fire, they kidnapped the doll.

Boom, boom, the darkness blows out the candle.

Boom, boom, the doll closed her eyes.

Boom, boom, the doll's bones and blood burst.

Boom, boom, the doll splits in two.

Boom, boom, the candle lights up again.

In the light of the fire, the doll's wedding took place. "

The demon repeated the last two sentences, his gaze meaningfully passed over Batman's mask, "Do you like this ballad?"

"What did you say?"

The big blue bird, who was listening in the mist, only understood "bone and blood splitting" and "split in two". The young man thought that this non-human creature was threatening Sisley in front of Batman. Almost rushed up and beat the demon for [-] rounds, "You @%#^*!"

The second half of the passive silence turned into indistinct swear words squeezed out between teeth, and the demon finally turned around and gave him a calm look.

The sudden froze of Dick's body was reflected in the gold-green eye with its terrible sparkle, which seemed to freeze his soul.

Sisley in Goatskin: Look at——

Sisley in goat fur: It's really strange that my brother has his own smell!

—————Brother whose smell has become strange, don’t throw it away, just throw it into the basin and wash it.jpg

Seeing that Batman didn't respond, the beautiful and terrifying creature bowed slightly, walked around the pile of silver gleaming ancient weapons, and stepped into the hot spring pool.

The scarlet vortex dyed the water column red, and some splashed water droplets fell on the lawn, slowly staining the ground around the fountain pool until the courtyard seemed to be stamped with an ominous seal.

A few seconds later, the black demon disappeared into the clear fountain again.

"Can I take the cake up and eat it while reading a book?"

Sisley asked.

Alfred's eyelids moved slightly, and his eyes moved away from the vibrating communicator at his waist to the girl with black hair and blue eyes.

"Of course, Miss Sisley." The silver-haired old butler said in a gentle voice, "Do you want a gauze cover?"

"No need." Sisley said briskly, "I can just lift the plate up by myself!"

Alfred nodded, and watched as Sisley stood up, set the plate, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The girl has a slender figure, her black hair is like seaweed behind her, and the afternoon sun outlines her lines, because she is too beautiful and hazy, showing a fragile and pure temperament like a ceramic doll.

——————Sisley was born with a charming charm just like when she was a child.

No one can look away after seeing her icy blue eyes, and no one can show disgust when she giggles; good people can't help but want to protect this fragility like the first snow, while evil people always want to protect it. He wanted to tear her apart, lock her up, tear her in half, and throw her into the bottomless darkness to hide.

Such a divisive manner made Alfred brood every time he thought of it, and his heart ached.

—————Why are there so many villains in the world who want to hurt this beautiful child made of snow and jade?

"........."

Sisley also felt the gaze of the old housekeeper resting on her body, but since the other party was a family member, she didn't pay much attention to it, and just resisted that gaze and came to the door of her own room.

The faint scent of lavender in the air caused Sisley's hand to open the door to pause almost imperceptibly.

She pursed her lips lightly, resisting the urge to smile—then opened the door, and when there was only a small gap left, she slid in sideways.

When Sisley herself gently closed the door, Sisley, who was wearing an angel skin, was already lying drowsy on the bed, and adjusted to the most comfortable lying position.

Under the noon sun, the archangel's snow-like shattered hair hangs softly on his forehead, and his slender eyelashes are also slightly drawn. The whole person is curled up in the snow-white quilt, like a big cat lazily coiled up. .

"........."

When Sisley approached, the big cat opened its gorgeous blue-purple eyes and glanced at her slightly.

At this glance, it was as if the soft marble statue in the church came down, producing the love that only human beings possess; he stretched out his arms silently, motioning for Sisley to come over and hug him.

Sisley herself: *hit*

She was about to rush over to touch her other self, when there was a "click", the door of the bathroom was also pushed open, and Abaddon, dressed in refreshing moisture, walked out of it, the features of different eyes, long hair and goat horns disappeared from him, The ruler of hell now has a handsome and upright face, like a tree that has spent its life in the mist of the mountains.

"You brought cake?"

he asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Sisley replied, "Alfred made ruby ​​cheesecake, I brought some, and thought you would come over."

Gabriel:!

The archangel's eyes were wide open in the bed, his expression was fully awake, and he just curled up in the bed silently.

Abaddon came over, he took off his coat and shoes for the main body, and stuffed Sisley into the arms of the archangel who was persistently outstretched. bed, and the other two Sisleys squeezed close to each other.

Gabriel: *pussy flat face*

Sisley: *pussy melts*

Abaddon: *cat stretches*

————The three Sisleys leaned head to head, cheek to cheek, and let out a long sigh in unison.

"It's such a sad day." Gabriel said nonchalantly.

"The other world is always unwilling to let us go." Abaddon seamlessly answered.

"Hey." Sisley sighed again, "But..."

“The bed is very soft and the sun is also very good today.”

The salted fish-shaped Gabriel moved slightly, and a light of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"And cake." Abaddon said succinctly, "I like it."

"This cake is delicious!" Sisley immediately sold Amway on the bed, "The jam inside is also mixed with raspberries."

She picked up the fork, and stuffed a mouthful of cake into the archangel's open lips. Sisley, who was clad in goatskin, quickly grabbed the archangel's hand resting on the quilt, interlocking her five fingers and sticking to it.

Archangel: *chews*

Abaddon: *Void chews*

"good to eat."

Two handsome faces, one black and one white, were suddenly illuminated by light, and then synchronized, becoming sweet and melting cotton candy.

———————— Cake, it’s really flattering.jpg

"That's right, Sisley."

Gabriel charged 5% of the battery after taking a bite of the cake. He looked much more energetic at this time, struggling to sit up from the bed, "This is for you."

The white-haired young man spread out his pure white wings, rummaged through the several-meter-long wings, and finally pulled out a soft, green thing from the gap, and handed it to Sisley.

————— It was the pocket clown that Mephisto gave her.

Sisley recognized it immediately.

Falling from one big palm to the other, the pocket clown fell dizzily and was looking at them with tears in his eyes, like a lost child.

"...Mom..." He sobbed and cried softly, "Mom? Mom! Wuwu, mom..."

Sisley: ………

What did the archangel do to the clown? Is this a distortion of human nature or morality——

Gabriel knew what she was thinking and kept denying it.

"I didn't do it, I didn't touch him, he left Mephistopheles and that's it."

The archangel's voice was like gold and stone, beautiful and cool, but Sisley still heard a strong sense of helplessness, "It's okay when I'm asleep, but it's like this when I'm awake, quite recognizable."

"When the clown recovers one day, he might chop us into pieces."

Sisley resigned to her fate.

Her hands were slightly folded into a reassuring circle of darkness, allowing the little thing to weep, while pouring his tears out of her palms, preventing the Pocket Clown from soaking himself afloat after the tears accumulated in a lake.

Abaddon reacted quickly, caught the tears in mid-air, and threw them all into the hellfire to roast.

"Then don't let him change back."

A hoarse female voice suddenly appeared in the room.

Sisley suddenly looked up, and found that the purple-haired beauty had appeared in the bedroom since some time ago. The other party was kneeling and sitting in front of the low table. There was a sneer on her extremely beautiful face. Like new porcelain.

"Mephisto!" Sisley shouted immediately.

Sisley in rose skin gave Sisleys on both sides a look, and Sisleys naturally understood.

Gabriel picked up Sisley and rolled aside, and Abaddon obediently gave up the gap in the middle.

Mephisto stood up gracefully and moved his body.

She jumped up gently like a cat, and landed silently on the soft bed, crushing the Archangel, Sisley, and Abaddon who had avoided but not completely dodged.

"...too cunning."

The aroma of roses came overwhelmingly, accompanied by the bloody and weird memories in the dungeon, the archangel whispered.

"To shut up."

Mephisto tightly wrapped his arms around the head of his other self, his voice muffled.

"It's so tight——" This is Sisley, who was completely surrounded by big beauties and pressed into a sandwich rice cake, "——can't—breathe——"

Abaddon, who was also wrapped around his neck, struggled to breathe, put the perfectly rescued cake plate on the bedside table with one hand, patted the shoulder of the big beauty Rose, his eyes softened.

"You've worked hard."

Facing the other self, he whispered.

In the darkness, Sisley felt that Mephisto's body froze suddenly.

A hot, wet thing fell on Sisley's face with a "slap", she struggled to touch it, and touched Mephisto's wet cheek from crying.

"........."

The phrase "Thanks for your hard work" seemed to be a magical switch. Rose's ruthless temperament had completely collapsed. She refused to speak, but shed tears in silence.

Sisley also fell silent.

——————— In the space of consciousness, the pink-purple electric current is sluggish, and occasionally there is a crackling sound of "pressure", "truth" and "terrible". When listening carefully, it seems to be some kind of disturbing sound. hallucinations.

But Sisley knew that it was not an illusion.

So she leaned over, coaxed away the bitter beauty's bitter tears, and gave her two big mouthfuls on the face, kissing from Mephistopheles' slightly trembling eyelids to her wet cheeks.

"...so dirty."

Mephisto finally stopped trembling, fell silent for a while, and complained in a low voice.

When she stopped crying, the archangel lifted Mephisto up, Sisley tucked into her arms, and became the beauty's exclusive pillow, while Abaddon carefully forked a piece of cake and put it into Mephisto's mouth .

She took a sip subconsciously, and after a few seconds, she whispered listlessly.

"……good to eat."

Sisley: Good!

She turned her head, stretched out her soft claws, and the gorgeous face of the big beauty like a black dahlia fell into Sisley's palm, and it was rare to be rounded and flattened without temperament.

After crying, Mephisto was listless and didn't bother to resist. He just took another bite of the cake and licked the jam on his lips.

"The darkness is terrible," she said hoarsely. "The other world wants to wake up our memories and make us go crazy because we can't bear it."

——————— Humans have a threshold for the degree of panic, beyond a certain level, they will scream uncontrollably, then freeze, some will faint, have a heart attack, and the most serious , then went mad and died instantly.

And the viciousness of the dungeon set up by the clown in the other world is that as long as Sisley enters, she will be endlessly overwhelmed by the memories of the past.

Good memories, bad memories, terrible memories, memories too painful to recall, until she was finally washed mad by them.

—————— If there were no vests with strong mental values, if Mephisto hadn’t found the clown before Sisley, and if the clown didn’t break his head, this would indeed be a foolproof plan.

However, in the current situation, as long as Mephisto can't bear it and sticks with the vests, she can evenly store 80.00% of the water in each Sisley cat bottle, so that everyone's The mental values ​​are considered stable, because even if one Sisley is overwhelmed by pain, the brains of the others are always awake and can make correct decisions.

The four Sisleys got together, their brains were running at high speed, and they came to the above conclusion.

Sisley was about to say something when a soft sound suddenly came from under her bed.

Sisley:?

She stopped talking and looked under the bed suspiciously.

Mephisto sat up, probed with the red ribbon, then retracted it.

Abaddon's hand slightly paused.

The archangel lowered his eyelashes nonchalantly.

Under the gaze of the four Sisleys, a big hand holding a knife quietly stretched out from under the bed, followed by an arm, the familiar fabric of overalls, and finally a half of a creepy mask.

A minute later, Ken lay quietly on the carpet, looking at each other with four pairs of eyes looking at him.The former had a quite natural expression, even took off his headgear and yawned.

Sisley:? ? ? ? ? ?

The archangel moved silently, moved away from the position of the bed, and signaled the other one to lie down.

Abaddon clapped his hands lightly, his eyes softened again.

"Okay, look here." He motioned all Sisleys to sit down in a row, "Since we're all here, there is one thing I want to announce."

Call up the video on the light screen and enlarge it, the lord of hell said softly.

"Yuger, Uncle, and I... We entered that time rift."