how to seduce an angel

I came out of the Black River Hotel and went to the weapons workshop to retrieve the broadsword.

Coming out of Dana's shop, it happened that the Angel Legion launched a turmoil in the Ninth Realm.

Now is a time of peace, but there are many radicals full of hatred in the two worlds, and small-scale conflicts will be triggered every now and then.

It was unlucky for this group of angels to be caught up by me. I finished them off with the newly repaired broad knife, and the corpses lying on the ground were quickly carried away by street cleaners.

Dana has both psychological and physical obsession with cleanliness. He has always adhered to the attitude of "you can die if you want to, but don't die at my door". , you'd better not die."

"If there is no blind eye to find fault." I said.

After all, with my current reputation, if the demons kill me, they can take the top position, and if the angels kill me, they can dampen the spirit of the demons. It is impossible to stay out of the matter.

"Where are you going to make trouble again?" Dana asked.

"Go to Deville, and if you meet Garcia, settle the score with him by the way."

It was Dana who brought up Deville's matter at first, but now he had an indescribable expression. I flew to the sky above Angel Street and waved to him: "Let's go."

In fact, I still haven't figured out what happened that day.

Dana and Memphis made me more curious about DeVille. If I can't figure it out, I don't want to think about it. I just follow my usual style and talk about it when I get it.

The peak of Lecini is covered by layers of barriers. From a distance, the temple seems to be trapped in a transparent crystal ball.

This time I didn't need to call the door, Deville was reading a book in the gazebo outside the temple.

The pure white wings that symbolized divinity were folded behind his back, and the golden hair cast shadows on the bridge of his nose. The sun seemed to favor him, and every ray of light just added to his sense of holiness, making him so perfect that it was almost distorted.

I remembered the interactive picture and called him softly: "Deville."

Like the reaction in that painting, Deville froze slightly and looked up.

Facing his eyes, the feeling of dizziness surged up again. I left the peak of Leciny for a few days, and I seemed to see a lot of scenery and do a lot of things, but he turned those things into bubbles at a glance, and the bubbles rose to high altitudes and were crushed. The air is crushed and there is nothing left.

Thinking about it carefully, the breakpoint of my memory was just connected to the last time I left, and my heart was uncontrollably hot, hot and itchy, urging me to do something.

Confused and annoyed, I said, "Come here."

Deville put down the book in his hand, got up and came to the angel barrier.

The smell of the morning mixed with the faint fragrance surrounded me, I calmed down my breath, and stretched out my hand to him: "Hold out your hand."

Dwyer looked at me without moving.

"Hairband." I reminded him.

Deville just stretched out his hand, and the hair tie I gave him was tightly wrapped around his wrist.

Such a small thing makes me very happy.

But within a few seconds, I forcibly suppressed the smile.

How can he make me happy so easily?

It really makes no sense.

This time I have to give him some seriousness.

I held Deville's hand, squeezed my fingers into his, and said while thinking: "Is it enough for you to ask me last time? I can answer you now, not enough."

Hearing me say that, Deville didn't move a hair.

Calm down, I want to see how long he can stay calm.

"I want to touch your wings." I said provocatively.

Deville looked at me quietly and said, "Okay."

"?"

what did he say?

I didn't expect him to agree so quickly, "Are you sure?"

I was dubious, stretched out my hand and approached him, and found that he really didn't seem to intend to resist.

In a burst of unreality, my fingertips touched Deville's feather.