False Fairy Tale Copy [Unlimited Streaming]

Chapter 129

Ming Shu's movements were very slow, and when he touched the wound, his hands would tremble accidentally, and his eyelashes trembled nervously.

His body was very fragrant, with an angel's unique smell, like the fragrance of flowers mixed with fresh grass leaves baked by the sun, but the smell seemed to be stronger than that of other angels.

Sometimes the smell also represents the overall state of an angel, the more chaotic the state of mind, the less pure the smell.

And it is said that the demon lineage living underground, they are filthy and ugly.

The ointment was applied in a thin layer, and quickly penetrated into the skin, and the bruise on the edge of the wound immediately faded a lot.

The ointment left on Mingshu's fingertips also turned into water, and disappeared in an instant, leaving a little whitish trace.

He closed the lid in his hand and raised his head again.

There is no third person here, and each other's breathing can be heard quietly all around. Mingshu should retreat to the back at this time, and then ask Zhiyuan if he has any other orders.

Zhiyuan's clothes were still open, his face was cold, and his lowered eyes were dark.

The heat that had just disappeared on Ming Shu's face rose again, and the roots of her ears were flushed, thinking about whether she should do something more.

His identity goal is to seduce the archangel, and Zhiyuan must fall in love with him again.

Ming Shu's heart beat faster, boldly put the ointment aside, and stretched out his hand to straighten Zhi Yuan's robes.

Zhiyuan looked down, but he didn't stop him, watching a pair of fair hands pull up the collar and fasten the buttons one by one.

When it was tied to the top one of the neckline, the fingertips with the scent of medicine rubbed against the side of the neck, causing a slight itchiness.

Ming Shu was so nervous that she had to button the last button twice before she realized that she had forgotten to wear gloves.

It was a last resort when applying the medicine, now that we are closer, will Zhiyuan notice anything...

He wanted to have more contact with Zhiyuan, but there were restrictions on the main mission, so he couldn't do too much, lest his identity be discovered.

After fastening the button, Ming Shu withdrew his hand in time, and stepped back to the side with his head lowered.

The tips of his ears are still red, perhaps because he can get close to Zhiyuan. After all, every angel in this temple is like this. Opportunity to enter the apostles of the cella.

——But Mingshu has already advanced, just within a few days after entering the temple.

Zhiyuan's gaze swept over Mingshu's reddened ear tips, and the obviously different wings behind him.He lowered his head, his cheeks should also be flushed, as shy and pure as before.

Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze and walked down the steps alone, with three pairs of wings spreading behind him.

Before Ming Shu had time to react, he raised his hand to block the storm, and the figure in front of him disappeared within a few breaths.

Mingshu: "..."

It was like this again, he left without saying a word, without even looking at him extraneously.

He felt a little frustrated, and even began to wonder if there was something wrong with this copy.

Because Zhiyuan is a ruthless and loveless archangel this time, so he is particularly indifferent?

Ming Shu turned his head in disappointment, the ointment he had just used was still on the short pillar beside him, and Zhiyuan's white robe was draped on the stone chair.

He forgot to take this dress with him...

But Zhiyuan was no longer nearby, Mingshu hesitated and couldn't help picking up the outer robe from the chair.

Zhiyuan's breath remained on the robe, he touched the gold edge of the cuff, suddenly had a bold idea, and looked around nervously.

Ming Shu folded the outer robe and carried it into his arms. The white cloth was rolled into a small ball, and at first glance he couldn't recognize whose clothes it was.

He wanted to take the robe back...

As an archangel, Zhiyuan probably wouldn't care about such a lost piece of clothing.

Ming Shu didn't sleep well for several days, now holding the outer robe in his arms, he actually had the illusion of being comforted.

I can't get real comfort, so I can only use clothes instead...

Mingshu stood in front of the empty hall for a while, making sure that Zhiyuan would not come back, and took the ointment away by the way.

On his way back to his new residence, he happened to meet the previous envoy, who called him to stop him.

"Has the wound medicine been delivered?" The envoy glanced at the clothes Ming Shu was holding, but didn't care, thinking it was Ming Shu's own.

Mingshu said truthfully: "I sent it over. Datian used the medicine and it looks much better."

He returned the medicine box in his hand to the envoy, the envoy looked a little surprised, took the medicine box and said: "I actually used it... I see, you go."

The envoy left in a hurry, and Mingshu returned to his residence, hiding his outer robe under the quilt.

After becoming an envoy, he no longer needs to take care of flowers and plants and feed animals, he only needs to obey the envoy's orders.

After being free for a while, Ming Shu turned on the system and received the manic medicine.

The apostles going to the animal taming garden will come back before dark, Ming Shu estimated the time, and went out quietly in the afternoon.

His wings showed his identity, and he met a few apostles along the way, but they only greeted him, and did not ask him what he was going to do.

Mingshu gradually realized the benefits of the pair of wings, and became more courageous. Like last time, he came to the animal training garden in the south hall next door.

There was no one in the garden, and the group of rabbits who were well fed and drunk were locked in a huge bamboo cage. Ming Shu silently apologized, opened the bottle containing the mania potion, and poured it into the drinking pot filled with clean water.

He had just fallen a little when a system notification sounded in his ears.

[Sub-quest 1: Feed manic medicine to the white rabbit (4/[-])]

Mingshu stopped his movements immediately, there was still more than half of the bottle left.

...This means that he has to go to the four side halls to inject medicine?

Ming Shu didn't have time to think about it, put away the water bottle, and hurried to the next animal training garden.

Angels do not appear at night, and as the sky darkens, there are fewer and fewer people in all parts of the temple.

This also gave Mingshu the opportunity to administer the medicine conveniently. He entered the animal taming gardens of each side hall unimpeded. The small bottle of medicine was divided into four parts, diluted in water, and drunk when the rabbit woke up from sleep. It will be a while before it works.

Ming Shu heaved a sigh of relief after receiving the notification that the mission was completed, then turned and left.

It was completely dark, and he walked alone in the open-air corridor of the outer hall, thinking that he would go to the apse to get some fruit for dinner.

The street lamp was shining on the white stone surface, Ming Shu lowered his head, and suddenly bumped into a figure head-on.

The one who came was also an envoy, holding a few thick books in his hands, and it seemed that he was going to Zangshu Pavilion.

"Huh?" He stopped and looked at Mingshu: "Aren't you the one who advanced today? What are you doing here?"

Ming Shu smiled at him, and said embarrassedly: "I'm a little hungry, I want to get some more food."

"That's it," the envoy nodded, indicating that he had something to do, "This is a new book that the envoy brought back from outside, I have to go to the library and put it all away..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, wondering, "Did you smell anything?"

Mingshu's heart tightened: "Taste?"

He was busy with the task of injecting medicine, and forgot to refill the perfume on the way, and the empty bottle left over from the manic medicine was still on him, and he wanted to take it back and find a chance to properly dispose of it.

The envoy was not sure, hesitatingly said: "It's a bit fragrant..."

He looked at Ming Shu again, as if he suspected that he brought the fragrance.

Ming Shu asked blankly, "I didn't smell it, are there any flowers nearby?"

Shi Shi and Ming Shu were not familiar with each other, so it was not easy to ask too many questions. The scent was very faint, and it seemed to disappear now.

He held up the book in his hand: "Maybe I smelled it wrong, then I'll go first, and you should go back to rest earlier."

Mingshu complied, watching him walk away, and his figure disappeared around the corner.

The surroundings became quiet again, Ming Shu let out a deep breath, and quickly took out some perfume to refill it.

Until he returned to the house, he did not encounter any other emergencies.

Now just wait until tomorrow morning, Shijiao will definitely find the rabbit that has been injected with manic drugs.

When the time comes, we can adapt accordingly, as long as we don't suspect him, everything will be fine.

Ming Shu took off his gloves, lay down on the soft bed, and took out the robe hidden under the quilt.

He buried his face in it, and felt that he was a little strange, so he raised his head awkwardly, his cheeks were slightly red.

But Zhiyuan's clothes are here, even if it's just a psychological effect, Ming Shu also thinks that he might sleep better tonight.

He sat up and unfolded his robe, a white feather fell from one side of the sleeve.

The feathers were as long as the palm of your hand, and the tip was soft to the touch. Hidden in the outer robe, it could only be Zhiyuan's.

Ming Shu picked it up and looked it over, he didn't remember if he didn't notice it during the day, and brought it back with his clothes.

He carefully pressed the feathers under the pillow and lay there for a while hugging his clothes before getting up to go to the bathroom.

At this time, the task is released again.

[Ding dong - side mission released]

[Task [-]: Fill the robe of the archangel with demonic breath and throw it somewhere in the temple to ensure that it will be discovered by other angels]

Ming Shu's expression was frozen, his eyes looked at the robe delicately and complicatedly.

What does it mean to be stained with a devil's breath... In the temple, only Zhiyuan's clothes are embroidered with gold patterns. If they are thrown out and found, they will know that the devil is not only still hiding in the temple, but also secretly hiding the clothes of the archangel.

It's almost like a provocation...

Ming Shu was also very reluctant to throw away the clothes.

The time limit for the task was seven days. He pursed his lips and went to take a bath in a depressed mood.

The water flow washed away the residue of the perfume, Ming Shu took a bath and lay down again, when she touched the robe placed on the bed, there was a reminder of the progress of the task.

[Sub-quest 5: Demon breath on the robe (100%/[-]%)]

It turns out that this way it will be stained with demonic breath... Ming Shu simply took off the clothes on her body, wrapped her in a robe, and used it as her pajamas.

It still made him feel a little ashamed to do this kind of thing. He silently said that it was for the mission and turned off the lights in the house.

The nose was filled with a faint and slightly bitter cold fragrance, and the cloth of the outer robe was not soft, but it gave Mingshu the illusion that Zhiyuan was by his side.

Sure enough, he slept better than usual, breathing evenly, and fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, the feathers covered under the pillow shone slightly, shimmering like breathing.

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The next day, Ming Shu came to the front hall anxiously, and as expected, he got the news that all the rabbits in the four taming gardens were manic.

Those rabbits who were usually well-behaved and timid suddenly became extremely irritable. They rushed out of the bamboo cages, ran around and wreaked havoc everywhere, biting anyone they saw.

But after all, these are just white rabbits with low combat effectiveness. Before Mingshu came to the front hall, two envoys had caught all the wild rabbits and locked them up.

The apostles were discussing that the rabbit might be related to the devil again. This time, there were problems in the four side temples. It is impossible to send back all the angels in the temple, right?

Ming Shu silently listened to other people's discussions, reckoning that there should be no doubts about him, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

He had just taken two steps when a familiar face stood in front of him.

It was the envoy who met last night. He stared at Mingshu, and said inexplicably, "Have you heard what happened this morning? The envoy suspected that someone poisoned the rabbit's drinking water last night. Specifically, Where did the toxin come from, we are still investigating."

Few angels would go out at night, and the envoy happened to meet Ming Shu last night. Thinking about it now, he was in a hurry, as if he came back from outside, with a strange smell on his body.

"I heard," Ming Shu said calmly, "I came back early last night. I didn't meet anyone suspicious except you. What about you?"

"Me neither." The servant's eyes were cold, he glanced at Mingshu one last time, turned his head and left.

Ming Shu didn't stay any longer, and planned to go back and dispose of the empty bottle filled with medicine as soon as possible, or throw it somewhere else to divert attention.

He went out of the front hall and was stopped again.

The envoy who asked him to deliver the ointment to Zhiyuan yesterday stood outside the hall, looking at Mingshu with puzzled and puzzled eyes: "You... how did you persuade the archangel to use the ointment yesterday?"

Ming Shu was taken aback, and said hesitantly, "I just delivered the medicine..."

The emissary sighed: "The injury of the archangel is not serious, but we can't let it go. I thought...the result is the same."

Zhiyuan took the medicine yesterday, it seemed that it was just on a whim, and today he sent the medicine over again, Zhiyuan didn't even look at it, and didn't even bother to say a word.

Ming Shu frowned slightly, looked at the medicine box in the teacher's hand, and offered to propose: "How about... let me try again?"

The envoy looked at him again, and handed over the medicine box: "That's fine."

Mingshu took the medicine box and walked towards the inner hall based on yesterday's memory.

This time he didn't delay too long, and found him in the garden where he saw Zhiyuan for the second time.

Ming Shu approached and saluted respectfully: "My lord, I'll deliver the medicine to you."

Zhiyuan sat on the stone steps of the gazebo, with only a pair of wings showing behind him, which were slightly folded and draped.

Mingshu noticed that he was wearing a new robe, the style was exactly the same as the previous one, and the cuffs and collar were also tattooed with gold trim.

Zhiyuan said coldly: "Come here."

Ming Shu got up and went to the stone steps, knelt down on the grass below, raised his head and asked in a low voice: "My lord, is your injury better?"

Without waiting for Zhiyuan to answer, he continued on his own: "The teacher said that you need to continue to take medicine for your injury... let me give you medicine again?"

Zhiyuan propped his forehead with one hand, lowered his eyes: "Yes."

He didn't refuse, but he didn't take the initiative to unbutton his collar like yesterday.

Ming Shu quickly understood, and moved a little closer to the stone steps.

The two got closer now, Mingshu almost leaned against Zhiyuan's leg, he took off his gloves as usual, and stretched out his hand towards Zhiyuan's collar.

Before Ming Shu's visit this time, he specially put on perfume on his hands, but he still couldn't control his heartbeat, and when he unbuttoned his clothes, his cheeks also began to blush.

Zhiyuan looked down at him, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch Mingshu's chin.

Ming Shu was forced to raise his face, his eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Zhiyuan's fingertips were very cold, and his fingertips gently rubbed Mingshu's red skin, and he opened his lips and said, "Are you nervous?"