Chapter 063 Giant Eyeball
Garcia shuddered.
In an instant, he felt that the conversation between Samuel and Arnold beside him suddenly became very far away.
All I could hear was the man's cold voice coming from behind me.
But the underlying message was less businesslike: "Why would you spy on other people courting and mating?"
Garcia blinked and tried to turn around.
But as his body turned, the huge wings wrapped around him quietly shrank tighter and tighter, and at the back, the tips of the light and soft wings almost touched his back.
A few feathers that were not very obedient scratched the back of Garcia's neck, making him shiver.
The distance to Yophiel is really too close.
Garcia tilted his head back. The height difference between him and Yophiel was quite big. At such a close distance, he had to tilt his head back to see the silver-haired man's face clearly.
Then I saw that the Archangel's face, which had always been full of divinity and indifference, actually had some more of a human-like, no, animal-like, undisguised possessiveness.
Possessiveness?
Garcia was even more confused.
He tried to tell Yophiel with his eyes that he was obedient and remembered that he could not speak in the void.
Maybe the eye contact did the trick.
Suddenly, the hand around his waist tightened again, and Garcia felt as if he was flying into the air. Soon, this feeling became stronger and stronger - Jophiel opened the six wings that wrapped around him and took Garcia flying higher and higher.
Until everything on the ground gradually became too small to be seen clearly.
Until it passed over the clouds and finally passed through something like a membrane.
The air did not become thinner. In the deep blue sky like the sea, the gas flowing around was sticky and humid.
Jophiel gently released his hands from around Garcia.
"I'm not falling, am I flying?" Garcia exclaimed in surprise, his feet suspended in the air. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, then, realizing that this seemed to allow him to speak, lowered his hand again and asked, "Where is this?"
Garcia looked around and said, "This place looks like the scene I saw in my dream."
"It's the Sea of Consciousness," Jophiel replied. "The void is a mirror of reality. Once someone outside hears the sound, the mirror will shatter. But the Sea of Consciousness is on the other side of the void, the bottom layer of the world that mortals cannot reach. This is also the first time I have come to the Sea of Consciousness in this body."
As he spoke, he gently flapped his wings behind him.
In the eyes of Garcia in front of him, Yophiel at this moment couldn't be more perfect.
The silver-haired man's face was already incredibly handsome and inviolable beyond mortal form. He wore only a white robe, and the six pairs of huge pure white wings behind him added a touch of magnificence to him.
It's like a god descending from heaven.
"No, I am not a god." Jophiel denied.
Only then did Garcia realize that he had accidentally spoken out what was in his heart.
"No, it's a metaphor," Garcia explained. "The metaphor is, I think you're very handsome, so I magnified that feeling a little to make it more vivid."
Yophiel felt that he probably understood what Garcia meant.
But she was still confused about what had just happened: "Then why did you take me to watch other males mate?"
Is this a provocation? Or is he hinting at something?
Garcia: “…”
Garcia was speechless.
He groaned for a long time before blushing and whispering back, "Before they got close, I didn't know they were...wait, you misled me, they weren't doing that, they were just kissing."
"Kissing?" Jophiel thought for a moment and said, "Amber and the leopard also kissed. Why did they kiss?"
Garcia was a little embarrassed by his serious questioning.
If Garcia didn't know that someone as pure as the Archangel was truly confused, he would have thought that he was joking with her.
However, the serious archangel is not so easy to deal with.
Garcia had no choice but to answer seriously: "Because it is a necessary process of communication between partners."
"Is it absolutely necessary?"
"yes."
After this conversation, Jophiel stopped talking for a long time.
He lowered his eyes, as if recalling or thinking about something.
Just when Garcia thought that he would remain silent like this, and wondered whether he should bring up a new topic or ask to go back to the cemetery to continue observing Samuel's movements, Jophiel moved.
The silver-haired man's eyes were particularly firm. With an attitude that brooked no refusal, he put his arms around Garcia's waist as she floated in front of him, leaned over slightly, pressed down, and kissed Garcia's lips, which were slightly opened in surprise because of his handsome face that suddenly approached him.
The moment their lips touched, Garcia saw that there was actually no lust in the Archangel's open blue eyes.
Apart from this, Garcia could not see anything else.
All he could see was his own blushing face.
After a brief moment of daze, Garcia came to his senses and tried to struggle.
However, Yophiel, who seemed to have anticipated his struggle, firmly held his back and arms.
This action brought about some wonderful feelings like the collision of souls, and Yophiel also began to try to change his posture, using some instinctive actions that could not be considered skills to bring Garcia a new experience.
Then, it was as if Samuel hooked his hands around Arnold's neck.
Garcia also slowly placed his hand on the silver-haired man's chest and began to respond.
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East Continent, Boeing Town.
It was early morning and the snow leopard was still asleep. It was lying on its back, occasionally waving its four paws quickly, probably hunting in its dream.
The high priest sat leisurely by the windowsill, drinking tea and watching the developments in the Golden Town through the monitor.
He frowned several times during the process.
He made disgusted clicking sounds several times.
In the middle, he suddenly chuckled again.
But soon, he frowned quickly.
"I saw something dirty..." the high priest muttered.
After cutting off the visual connection, he stood up, grabbed the monitor hovering on the bookshelf, looked around, and felt that it didn't look right to throw it anywhere.
Finally, his eyes locked onto the snow leopard, which was still soundly sleeping.
The high priest walked forward, gently pried open the leopard's mouth, and then quickly stuffed the monitor that he was holding in his hand into the leopard's mouth.
And closed the snow leopard's jaw tightly.
The monitor sensed the danger and struggled violently, and the snow leopard was awakened by the noise.
Due to the animal's eating instinct, the snow leopard subconsciously chewed a few times and swallowed the food in its mouth into its stomach.
"What did you feed me?" the snow leopard asked, licking the pads of his whiskers.
The high priest asked him, “How does it taste?”
"Hmm... bouncy, chewy, and bursting." Snow Leopard thought carefully, "Is it some kind of bird? It's quite salty and fragrant."
"Yes." The high priest said with a smile, "It's the baby of some kind of bird."
The snow leopard rolled over and squatted on the bed, licking its paws and then using them to comb the messy hair on its face.
Being fed early in the morning made Mr. Snow Leopard in a particularly good mood.
It even took the initiative to move forward and rewarded its owner by having its noble chin touched.
"When can I turn back into human form? Can you tell that big glass marble for me?" The snow leopard squinted his eyes in pleasure from being tickled, but he didn't forget to add, "Are there any more birds like that? I want another one."
The high priest pretended to be regretful and said, "No, dear. As for changing back to human form... I'll ask for you later."
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"hiss--"
Thinking he had bitten the other person accidentally, Garcia quickly dodged.
But the man suddenly covered the base of the second wing on his left with his right hand.
"What's wrong?" Garcia asked him.
"It's nothing, just a part of the main body is broken, it's no big deal." Yophiel replied.
After saying that, he looked directly at the blond boy who was still in his arms without any hesitation.
Garcia realized it belatedly and felt embarrassed.
Just now, I don't know why, I actually...
I must have been possessed by a demon.
Garcia lowered his head, and an ambiguous blush crept up his cheeks a little too late.
"Why don't you look at me?"
"I don't……"
"You lowered your head and didn't look at me."
"I see, I see."
Garcia then slowly raised his head.
His cheeks seemed to be covered with two light red petals, revealing a tenderness full of spring, and his lips were like fresh raspberries that had just been nourished by rain and dew, with some dripping water hanging in the rosy red.
"You are very beautiful. Not only your soul, but your whole being is pink." Yophiel praised seriously.
Success made Garcia's face even redder.
"Why are you kissing me?" Garcia stammered.
"You were the one who said that kissing is a necessary part of the communication between partners."
"ah?"
"So I kissed her."
"ah?"
"But this body has become a little strange."
"ah?"
Garcia was still confused.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw that the boundless blue beneath his feet, which he thought was the ocean, was suddenly rippling.
And, from the edge, a white wave is slowly rising.
It was very high, high enough to submerge both of them.
Garcia was shocked. He wanted to ask Yophiel what was going on, but when he looked up, he found that there was no one in front of him.
There was no sign of Jophiel around.
Where did he go?
Leaving me floating here alone.
The white waves were getting closer and closer.
Finally, two waves coming from opposite directions wrapped Garcia tightly.
And take him, infinitely close to the blue sea below.
It seems neither the sea nor the waves.
It was something soft, huge, and the internal organs of an unknown creature.
Wander inside.
Then, some liquid flowed out from somewhere, and the slippery texture made Garcia feel particularly familiar.
What is it?
Very smooth, transparent and odorless.
——Same as when I pinched the little eyeball, and same as that time when it oozed out of the eyeball of the wheel.
It's tears.
It turns out that I am inside an eyeball...
But, but how can there be such big eyeballs?
Garcia thought dazedly, his whole body soaked in warm liquid.
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