how to seduce an angel

For the remaining 60+ years, I searched for DeVille.

In fact, I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he was invisible to me, and he was far less attractive than the fun in front of me.

During this period, I have seduced many fallen angels. From two wings to four wings, there are no fallen angels with six wings in the demon world, not to mention the demon world, and there are not many seraphs in the god world, otherwise I would like to try something new.

As we all know, an angel with more wings looks better and has more concentration.

The more prudish they are, the more I want to conquer them and possess them, the thrill that drives me to seek and seduce again after I've lost interest in a lover.

Ten years ago, I met a four-winged angel on the edge of the Heihe mountain rock at the junction of gods and demons. I have seen him on the battlefield. His weapon is a bow with great tension. I have seen with my own eyes that his arrow pierced through Killed more than a dozen demons, and cut off his bow and arrows with his own hands.

In the past, I never paid attention to his appearance and character. When I included Angel in the scope of mate selection, I found that he was completely in line with my taste.

He was injured, his wings were broken and he couldn't fly, and several high-level demons surrounded him, as if they were interrogating him.

Saving the beauty by a hero is a great shortcut to win the heart. I will not miss the opportunity to come to my door, but I didn't expect that one of the demons with chains was a bit difficult to deal with.

After finishing the other demons, the tall guy wrapped his chain around my knife, and I twisted his chain onto the knife, so that we both lost our weapons and fought with our fists alone.

This kind of battle is nothing to watch.I have not met an opponent for many years, and I somewhat underestimated the enemy. I was kicked by him to a rock more than ten meters away. With a bang, gravel fell from the rock, almost smashing my wings, and a few feathers fluttered to the ground. .

I looked at the black feathers on the ground, and felt somewhat angry——

For angels, wings are not only a symbol of their strength, but also a relatively private part. Touching each other's wings is one of their pleasures in bed.

For the unrestrained demons, wings are as much a weapon as a flirt, the face of a demon.

Demons often use "not a single drop" to describe crushing an opponent in a battle. After a battle, the integrity of a demon's wings is enough to evaluate the strength gap between him and the opponent.

I have defeated countless demons without a single drop in the past few decades, and it is unforgivable that my perfect record should be stained here.

I came out of the human-shaped depression that was smashed out on the rock, shook the soil on my wings, took a breath, and asked the demon opposite, "What's your name?"

He looked over straight to the ground, with no expression on his face and no emotion. He probably thought that I was going to negotiate with him, so he put down his hand rubbing his wrist and said, "Garcia."

"Okay," I nodded, "I will erect a monument for you."

We demolished most of the Heihe area, and there are huge pits and rubble everywhere.

Garcia's chains were entangled, and I struggled to break free until one of his wings was cut off almost at the root.

He was very tolerant, half of his wings were bleeding to the ground, without frowning, he stared at me without blinking, his black eyes were so bright that they seemed to be on fire.

The look in his eyes makes me uncomfortable. It doesn't look like the eyes of a defeated man, but rather like a falcon flying high in the sky seeing its prey.

I picked up the black broad knife poked on the ground and planned to finish him off. At this moment, he suddenly asked, "Do you know Mephis?"

I was startled, and subconsciously asked, "Who is Mephis?"

I didn't see him frowning when his wings were cut off, but he frowned when he heard my words, and his eyes moved away and fell behind me.

If I felt something, I followed his gaze and turned around, only to find that the edge of the rock was empty, only a few blood-stained white feathers remained.

A certain scene on the battlefield hundreds of years ago flashed by, and I remembered that once, I heard the four-winged angel's companion call his name——

Memphis ran away while we were fighting.