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Chapter 140

Not only the door, but also the windows were tightly shut, and they couldn't be opened even though they weren't locked.

The only one who can lock him in the house is Zhiyuan.

After Mingshu was at a loss, he was not too surprised. Zhiyuan knew his identity, a demon hidden in the inner temple, and had a close relationship with the archangel, so he should be more cautious...

Zhiyuan told him not to pretend anymore last night, so Mingshu didn't buy any more wings from the mall, and they disappeared this morning.

A moment later, the time limit for the shaping water also expired, Ming Shu touched his forehead, and a pair of small black horns reappeared.

Zhiyuan wasn't there, and he couldn't get out, so Mingshu had no choice but to go back to the bed and wait with his pillow in his arms.

On the other side of the inner hall, two envoys are in the hall.

Zhiyuan in front of the hall was sitting on a stone chair, his eyes lowered, a little absent-minded, he didn't know what he was thinking.

He was inexplicably angry yesterday, and the envoys around him were trembling, thinking that he had done something wrong, but this morning Zhiyuan disappeared, and he didn't show up until almost noon.

The envoys below looked at Zhiyuan quietly, and could vaguely sense that he should be in a good mood, but he didn't seem to be listening to them.

One of them made the teacher cautiously say: "My lord?"

Zhiyuan raised his eyes slightly, and stood up suddenly: "You can judge this kind of trivial matter by yourself in the future, and you don't need to ask me."

The emissary quickly responded, and before he could say goodbye, three pairs of white wings spread out behind Zhiyuan, and disappeared in the hall within a short while.

The two envoys looked at each other in blank dismay, straightened their backs, turned and walked out.

On the way out of the inner hall, one of the emissaries said: "I always feel that there is something wrong with the archangel in the past few days..."

It should have started from the discovery of the robe that was full of demonic breath. Zhiyuan's handling method made him very puzzled.

Later, Zhiyuan became cloudy and uncertain. Although he restrained himself very well on the surface, he was still noticed by the envoy.

He was no longer the pure indifference and indifference at the beginning, but was infected with other emotions because of something.

It was like that robe that was stained with filth... It made the teacher's heart skip a beat, and he always felt worried.

The other teacher saw Zhiyuan less frequently, and frowned, thinking: "Really? Could it be that you are worrying about the devil?"

The temple has only been established for a month, and the demons who made a few noises have not been caught. It is a disgrace to the heavens to spread the news.

This is also the reason why they did not seek help from other temples. The temples do not interact with each other, and the temples that have been invaded by demons have been resolved by themselves.

Moreover, the demons hiding in the dark did those similar provocative things, but the temple did not suffer substantial casualties. The apostles in the outer temple no longer felt anxious or worried, and just did what they had to do every day.

Their conversation did not come to a conclusion in the end. When the emissary who spoke earlier passed the corridor, he looked around: "Why didn't I see Mingshu today..."

At this moment, Ming Shu was leaning against the bed when he heard footsteps outside the house.

Zhiyuan pushed open the door, and a figure accurately threw himself into his arms.

Ming Shu raised his head, eyes full of joy: "You're back..."

The wings on his back were gone, without leaving any traces, and a pair of black horns grew on both sides of his originally smooth forehead.

Ming Shu was still wearing the clothes of the representative envoy. The cloth was pure white, and with the features of the devil on his head, he didn't think it was inappropriate.

Zhiyuan said "hmm", and seeing that Ming Shu was not wearing shoes, he hugged him with his waist clasped, went to the chair by the window and sat down.

Mingshu was placed on Zhiyuan's lap, he adjusted his posture, and hugged Zhiyuan's neck affectionately: "I've been awake for a while, and I've been waiting for you."

He wanted to ask Zhiyuan if he was locked up because he was afraid that he would be discovered by other angels, and he felt that the answer to this question was obvious.

There is a water source in the sleeping hall, which is connected to the Tianchi Lake in the outer hall. Mingshu can wash and drink water, but there is no food.

But he and Zhiyuan were too intemperate last night and didn't feel hungry, so it's okay to stay in the room all the time.

Zhiyuan said "hmm" again, pinched Mingshu's chin and kissed him, stroking the side of his face and the horns on top of his head.

The horns are not big, the surface feels a little rough to the touch, and the slightly curved top feels blunt to the touch, and it won't pierce the skin even with force.

Seeing that Zhiyuan had been staring at his corner, Mingshu hesitated and said, "Isn't it ugly..."

All angels hate demons, Mingshu is not sure if the identity given to Zhiyuan in the dungeon will make him dislike his own demonic characteristics.

But Zhiyuan doesn't seem to dislike tails...he touched and looked at them for a long time last night.

The tail under the clothes was not tied any longer, rubbing against the skin restlessly, Ming Shu couldn't help but move.

"It's not ugly," Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, and turned to caress Mingshu's waist, rubbing it vaguely, "unbutton it."

Ming Shu blushed: "Now, now?"

Could it be too indulgent... He just woke up not long ago.

Zhiyuan watched him remain silent, Mingshu blushed even more, and obediently unbuttoned his clothes.

After most of the undressing, Zhiyuan suddenly pressed over to kiss, one hand clasped Mingshu's wrist tightly, and the other slipped into the open collar.

The sun was shining outside the window, and a few rays came in through the window, and the occasional movement in the house did not come out.fun reading

After kissing for a long time, Ming Shu couldn't breathe well, and the top hung loosely on his arms, revealing traces all over his body.

These were all made last night. There is an obvious tooth mark on one side below the collarbone.

Zhiyuan stroked him lightly, and Mingshu leaned against his neck, complaining in a low voice: "You were so fierce yesterday..."

Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, hugged Mingshu and coaxed gently: "Does it hurt?" Mingshu hesitated for a while before answering: "It doesn't hurt."

Zhiyuan continued to kiss him, this time it was much gentler than before, and moved his palm behind his back to touch a restless tail.

Mingshu's breathing became heavier, his eyes were wet, and he let Zhiyuan move.

"Good boy," Zhiyuan kissed Mingshu's lips like a reward, and said in a low voice, "It really is a succubus."

Ming Shu couldn't understand the meaning of what he said for a while, and then she was picked up and sat on the edge of the table.

Zhiyuan's eyes fell on him without blinking, and he began to unbutton his clothes.

The cold and hard tabletop was exposed to the sun for a long time, and it was still uncomfortable to lean on. On the way, Zhiyuan took Mingshu back to the bed.

Mingshu lay on Zhiyuan's body, the continuous and excessive fullness made him almost unable to think, he only knew that he relied on Zhiyuan, and he would give whatever he wanted.

When Mingshu woke up again, it was already night, he was changed into clean clothes, and the whole dormitory was cleaned briefly, with no traces on the sheets.

Zhiyuan was beside him, lying down with him in his arms, rubbing his lower back for him.

Seeing Mingshu woke up, Zhiyuan asked, "Are you hungry?"

He stroked Mingshu's black hair and asked again: "Want to go out for a walk?"

"I'm not hungry," Ming Shu replied first, then nodded: "I want to..."

He's been in this room all day, and it's good to go out to get some air. Now that it's dark, he shouldn't need a disguise.

But then Mingshu found out that his clothes were damaged in the afternoon, and he could still wear them, but they were not suitable for going out...

Heaven is free from filth, not even dust, and each angel has only two sets of clothes. Mingshu is so embarrassed that she is wrapped in a quilt, thinking about the possibility of asking Zhiyuan to go to his room to help get the clothes.

Zhiyuan was fully dressed, and took Mingshu out of the quilt: "Put on mine."

A set of clothes appeared out of thin air on the wooden shelf beside it. The cuffs and collar of the outer robe were tattooed with gold trim, which was a symbol of an archangel.

Changing to other angels, maybe they dare not wear them yet, Mingshu doesn't care so much, but Zhiyuan's clothes are a bit too big for him to wear, and the sleeves are too long.

He managed to put it on, and when he raised his hand a little, the cuff would slide down, revealing a section of white arm, and the neckline was loose.

Zhiyuan looked at it carefully for a while, then took Mingshu's hand and led him out.

Ming Shu had just woken up, and his spirit had not yet fully recovered. After walking for a while, he didn't want to move anymore, and he didn't want to go back so soon.

He clutched Zhiyuan's sleeve: "You hug me..."

Zhiyuan hugged him and kissed him for a while, then slowly spread the wings behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Want to go up and have a look?"

Ming Shu opened his eyes wide, and carefully reached out to touch the feather on one side of his wing, looking forward to: "Think..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wings fluttered and took off. Zhiyuan carried him and flew from the open corridor to the sky.

Zhiyuan's speed was very slow at the beginning, and then gradually speeded up when Ming got comfortable, leading him to fly higher and higher until he reached the tallest building in the center of the temple.

He landed on the top, and the narrow stone column just accommodated two people standing. Mingshu looked around excitedly, stretching out his arms to touch the passing clouds beside him.

In the third dungeon before, he could also fly, but he had never flown so high.

Zhiyuan saw his happiness, hugged him firmly, and spread his wings to firmly block the wind blowing from behind.

After Mingshu touched the cloud, all the water stains on his hands were wiped on Zhiyuan's body, and he asked him to kiss him coquettishly: "I like you so much..."

Zhiyuan bent down lightly, seemingly unintentionally, and said, "How much do you like it?"

"It's just..." Ming Shu couldn't be more specific, "I really, really like it."

Zhiyuan seemed to smile a little, his wings fluttered, and he brought Mingshu back to the bedroom.

In the distance, the emissary hurried past, raised his head inadvertently, and saw a figure in midair.

"Archangel?" The teacher was too far away to see Mingshu, and said to himself, "It's so late..."

He didn't care, and turned his gaze away from where he was.

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Back in the bedroom, Ming Shu who had just stepped in was pressed against the door and kissed.

He half-pushed, and started a new round of suffering, with a crying voice: "Why are you..."

Even if Ming Shu had a succubus physique, he had never been so unrestrained, and he couldn't resist Zhiyuan's closeness.

Zhiyuan's eyes were dark, he pinched Mingshu's tail, and whispered in his ear: "Don't you like it? Little succubus."

"Leave here from now on," he kissed Ming Shu's reddened ear tips, "don't leave me half a step away."

The implication is that he can only leave the room with Zhiyuan's company.

Mingshu couldn't think, and responded to Zhiyuan's request in a daze.

He fell asleep in the middle of the night, his body was very tired, but his satisfaction was true.

When it was almost dawn, a little black cat crawled up the outermost border of the temple, scratching the grass.

It was a small one with jet-black hair, a pair of golden pupils looking around, twitching the tip of its nose to sniff the air, walked a few steps forward, and bumped into an invisible wall of air.

This is the protective shield that the priest set up a few days ago to block the passage between the temple and the outside world.

The little black cat was a little annoyed, raised its paw and waved, and the protective shield in front of it was immediately broken.

It continued on, swaggering into the temple.