Chapter 42 Chapter 42 - That is the root of his wings, ...
The angel's body was probably shaped by moonlight. He was soaked in the same warm water as her, but when he touched her, she felt only refreshed and cool.
The cold white was tinged with bright red, which was the most alluring. Lin Miao looked at the lingering red on his ears and neck, and pressed hard on his beautiful butterfly bone: "You won't tell me?"
"Ziller can't tell me about 'me', so can't he even tell me about himself?"
"...You get up first." The archangel, who had followed the oracle of heaven since birth, had always been law-abiding and self-disciplined, had never experienced such a thrill—a fall—an experience of betrayal of purity—
Let a human woman trap him between her soft body and cold, hard jade walls, and touch him frivolously, making threats that were almost shameless.
This isn't right, he told himself.
He should use magic to control the girl, get up from the bath, put on a spotless divine robe, and then deal with her, calmly revealing what he can.
Even if she did have some skills now, he knew full well that they were nothing compared to his divine power. He could easily subdue her rebellious hands and make this meeting normal... at least what he considered "normal."
"...Please let me go first." He said it again, and even he himself could not believe that it was his tone. It was like a copper bell polished by sandpaper, dull and sluggish.
"You are like this..." Would the gentle and profound ocean also tremble at the enchanting song of the enchantress? His eyes were unsettled, "...it is not in accordance with etiquette."
"Is it against etiquette?" Lin Miao raised his voice. "If I let you go, will you honestly tell the truth?"
"You've deceived me all the way." She questioned him with dissatisfaction and complaint, carrying piece after piece of evidence.
But soon, the smooth touch of silk covered his temples, eyes, and then went around his head and tied with a not-so-solid bow.
"!" He immediately thought of the white sash draped over the edge of the bath. In his own palace, he never wore the gilded girdle, only a silk ribbon to hold up his close-fitting divine robe.
Now, the ribbon was tied over his eyes.
Lin Miao, making use of the available resources, curved her lips and said, "This way, I won't see anything I shouldn't see, right?"
“…”
Without vision, the other senses become empty fortresses that cannot be defended.
He could smell the fragrance of the girl's hair, feel the warmth of her fingertips, and hear all the little noises.
The root of the tongue is itchy.
The angel hated his rich imagination. He couldn't help thinking, guessing, and expecting -
What will she do?
What questions would she ask him?
How should she...treat him to get the answer?
Lin Miao's fingertips slid from the neck to the ribs. Just when he thought she would continue down, he was even prepared, with the muscles in his waist tightly tensed - but she suddenly changed direction.
A warm, delicate touch fell on his slightly raised shoulder blades.
Like touching the wings of a quiet butterfly.
——That is the base of his wings, his most hidden and sensitive bones and flesh.
“…”
The suppressed gasps swirled in the chest, like wind ground by a millstone; he was clearly trying to rush out, but it was as if being held back by something, and could only turn into a few wisps of hot air, gently rubbing against the skin, flesh and bones, and when it leaked out from between the teeth, it was as soft as a handful of half-melted snow.
"Is this where your wings grew?" The human lady's voice was vague and far away. "I haven't seen your wings yet."
“Can I see it?”
The angel's head was dizzy.
He wanted to retreat, but there was nowhere to retreat.
Like a dried-up fish desperately seeking water, it took a long time before he finally came out of his dizziness and found the words to speak: "No."
Lin Miao: "Why, haven't I seen it in my previous life?"
"No." The archangel was surprisingly stubborn about this. No matter how much she touched him, even though his entire body was almost melting into water, he still insisted, "...I can't let you see."
Lin Miao had a question mark face.
Angel wings are weapons of battle and tools of purification, not chastity belts - Gabriel allowed her to see them "openly", so why couldn't she, his employer, see them?
"Okay." She chose to give in. "Then I'm going to start asking questions..."
Ziler tried hard to concentrate and try to hear her words clearly.
However, the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck; he instantly lost all consciousness, and his silver-haired head tilted to one side.
Lin Miao took off the belt in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
It was worth it that she asked Errol about the angel's weakness on the way to Capet Castle.
At that time, Errol's answer was that there was a spiritual spot on the back of the six-winged angel's neck, and hitting it could easily make it faint; however, the angels were too powerful and difficult to get close to, and ordinary people had almost no way to deal with them.
It's fine if there are weaknesses, but as for those that have no solutions...
As long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than problems.
Didn't she do a good job? Lin Miao happily opened the panel in his mind.
——Due to her employer’s dishonesty, from the very beginning, she had never thought of trying to pry anything out of him by asking questions.
Activate the skill - "Entering the Dream and Knowing the Mind".
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Using your own spear to attack your own shield, this move may be detrimental, but the chances of winning are still...
Under the dark night sky, behind a large tree with lush branches and leaves, Lin Miao silently looked at the scene below the hillside.
Monsters of all shapes and sizes formed a circle, and a large group of black creatures roared and rushed towards the center.
In the center of the circle, one sees the person’s hair before seeing the person. The flowing silver-white hair appears even more severe and bright in the dark.
From Lin Miao's perspective, the angel, who still looked like a teenager, had his white robe stained with blood. In his hand, he held a long sword surrounded by spiritual power. He spun around and chopped down. The holy light from the tip of the sword penetrated layer after layer of monsters with a devastating force, turning them into ashes.
He had probably been fighting for a long time, his spiritual energy gradually thinning, and holding his sword became difficult. Occasionally, a monster would get close to him, bite him for a moment, or scratch him, leaving a wound.
Hell is the home of monsters, but the young angel's spiritual power is always exhausted.
As soon as she arrives, she has to perform the scene of a heroine saving a beautiful girl. Can her employer give her a raise when she returns?
Lin Miao thought helplessly, but he took a step forward consciously and walked down the hillside.
…
The young angel's body was already covered with wounds. The arc of light slashed through the monster in front of him, but he had no time to resist the attack from behind. Just when he thought he was going to die, something unexpected happened.
Thick thorns broke out of the ground, imprisoning them within a few breaths, and cooling down the brutal creatures with their fangs and claws on a large scale.
What a powerful and terrifying force.
He couldn't feel lucky for escaping death. He tried his best to suppress the trembling of his forearm. He still held the sword steadily in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the masked woman in purple who suddenly appeared.
…
To highlight her religious and secretive nature, Lin Miao pulled out a white mask from her ring before making her move. Unable to draw the patterns, she simply drew a simple bird with just a few strokes.
Through the mask, she met the young angel's eyes.
Those were eyes devoid of warmth. The blue pupils, once warm and compassionate, now resembled a frozen sea frozen for millennia, serene and deadly. When they looked at someone, it was as if they were examining an inanimate object, unable to stir the slightest ripple.
The wound on her face, as delicate as a doll, was bleeding, but he was unaware of it, and the sword blade, flashing with cold light, was pointing straight at her.
——It looks a bit like it came from the divine palace.
The emergence of this idea surprised Lin Miao himself.
...Why does she think so?
Lin Miao spread out his hands, indicating to the young man that he had no ill will towards him.
"I just stumbled upon them and offered my help. You don't need to be so wary of me," she said, knowing that the young man, Ziler, wouldn't let down his guard just because of a few words. "I don't know how long my thorns can hold these things. If you want to leave, leave now."
She pretended to turn around and took two steps, but the boy remained standing there, motionless. From within the thorn bushes came the piercing, mocking sound of a monster tearing at vines.
Then she knew she had made the right bet.
"...Why don't you leave?" She frowned, puzzled. "Have you even lost the spiritual power to teleport?"
A crack finally appeared on his expressionless face, a sculpture of ice. Estimated to be only thirteen or fourteen in human terms, the angel pursed his lips, his long, silver eyelashes trembling slightly. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his sword, the tip drooping a few inches. "I haven't mastered it yet."
"Oh?" Lin Miao deliberately dragged out her voice, secretly feeling relieved that he was not completely emotionless - if the young angel only had "divinity", she would not be able to dig out anything useful from this dream.
She hummed: "Then what can you do?"
He raised his chin slightly and said in a serious tone, "Slay the evildoers in hell and protect the order of the human world."
Very good, we can drag it down and bury it.
Lin Miao smiled wryly: "Being forced into such a situation by a monster doesn't show how powerful you are."
The young man, Ziler, immediately blushed slightly, perhaps out of shame or anger. He finally dropped his sword and tried to defend himself, "As a member of the Divine Court, I will continue to cultivate and become even more..."
A hand reached out in front of him, interrupting his attempt to save face.
The woman with a stick figure bird on her mask spoke calmly, "We'll talk about this later. I'll get you out of here first."
The angel's hand unconsciously clenched his companion magic sword named "Shou Nian" and hesitated.
In this hell filled with evil, vicious, cruel and violent people, could he really trust this strange woman who had only spoken a few words to him...?
Maybe - maybe, under that mask, there is also the ugly face of a devil.
But if he didn't believe her, once the woman's magic wore off, he would be unable to escape from hell and his spiritual power would be exhausted, and he would surely die.
The young angel lowered his eyes and placed his other clean, bloodless hand on her palm.
Warm and dry texture.
Lin Miao curled his eyes and activated the "Phantom Shift" skill.
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