Chapter 80 Chapter 80 And as she said, his face flushed...
The demon's boiling emotions and shouts, which were about to turn into a raging sea, were suddenly paused. His bloodshot pupils dilated in shock, and the whole dog fell silent.
Live a good life with the master.
Probably the most beautiful dream he could have in the world was not more than this, not to mention that he had not even had a dream in the hundred years he had been guarding the border of hell.
Meng also seeks profit and avoids harm, and disdains to visit the dark and barren underworld where he lives alone.
“…”
The cloth on Lin Miao's shoulders was wet by the falling rain, and it got wet very quickly, covering a large area.
Tears were supposed to be just a trick used by the devil to seduce human ladies with his beauty, but somehow they became a sharp weapon to pierce through his disguise and uncover his true heart.
“Miaomiao…”
Errol suppressed his tears and spoke in a lingering and charming voice.
"You must love me most...and of all things, love your dog most."
"Of course I love you the most."
Lin Miao said, forcibly suppressing the memories of his past life that were about to burst forth. "Of all things."
"Okay." The three-headed dog's beautiful features relaxed, a smile appeared on her lips, and she didn't doubt the truthfulness of her words at all.
"I love Miaomiao too."
Just love Miaomiao.
*
Lin Miao tore the last feather into pieces.
Back in modern times, she was obsessed with martial arts novels. Her favorite one had a plot called "Three Golden Needles to Make a Wishes." It was about a man who gave a girl three golden needles before saying goodbye, promising to fulfill three of her wishes.
She secretly speculated that since her employer had been to the modern era, he might have been inspired by this story by chance and came up with the agreement of the three feathers.
Of course, compared to this unfounded guess, Lin Miao's other suspicion is quite reasonable and well-founded - from the moment she was brought to the Holy Continent by her employer, her every step was under his control.
After recovering half of her memory, Lin Miao reconsidered her relationship with her employer. With the first feather, she entered heaven and uncovered the true identity of the "Spirit Master." With the second feather, she entered the palace and learned of her past life connection with him.
Although it seems that she is pressing forward step by step and increasing the pressure, it is also possible that he is just retreating to advance and waiting for the opportunity.
...After recovering half of her memory, Lin Miao knew clearly that what she saw through the dream-entering skill was their real past. Her real "first meeting" with him when she was the Demon King was exactly the same as the dream, even the words she said were exactly the same.
With the filter of memory, it is actually difficult for Lin Miao to imagine that the boy who was cold, stubborn, taciturn, and would never give up his point would become the archangel who is now calculating and can even accurately predict her thoughts.
It turns out that only "cold" remains unchanged.
But it doesn’t matter. No matter whether the cat is black or white, a cat that can return her mask is a good cat.
Lin Miao thought so, stood up and opened his eyes, and saw that he was standing on transparent glass, surrounded by golden light, dotted with endless sea of clouds.
Before him stood a white tower, its entire structure like a moonlit mass. Layer upon layer, it tapered upwards, each eave adorned with large gemstones and silver bells, which clashed and rang in the wind, creating a delicate, mellow sound.
The sound drifted up along the tower to the top.
"That's my favorite place. It's the tallest building in heaven. Standing up there you can take in the entire scenery."
"There's a mirror in the tower that randomly displays a scene from the human world. I used to spend ages by the mirror, mesmerized by the constantly changing scenes."
The archangel's clear and gentle voice seemed to be in his ears, and Lin Miao had a vague premonition.
She walked towards the white tower, and the two tightly closed doors opened obediently when Lin Miao approached.
The interior was very empty, with only the spiral staircase winding upwards in the center, extending an olive branch to her.
Out of human caution, Lin Miao put on a layer of protection and quickly climbed the stairs.
There are windows on every floor of the White Tower, and you can see the vast pure white when you look out.
Clusters of dome-shaped buildings and glazed palaces are suspended in the clouds, with all kinds of pendants and tassels emitting spiritual light hanging from the eaves. Occasionally, bands of light pass by, drawing fleeting colorful tracks.
Bright, peaceful and tranquil.
However, when Lin Miao stepped over the last step and reached the legendary highest floor, it was as if he had crossed a dividing barrier and suddenly fell into another world.
There are no windows and it is surrounded by walls on three sides.
Dark, dull and dead silent.
The only light source came from an ancient mirror as tall as a person, which was suspended in the air at the end of the sight and was displaying a colorful picture.
The bright light made the silver hair tied into a bun on the side shine brightly.
"Didn't you say that you don't like coming here anymore?" Lin Miao said loudly, and then saw that the man's body stiffened slightly, and his back seemed to reveal a bit of helplessness.
The gradual inquiries and drawn-out teasing in the hot spring pool were gone. Perhaps it was the archangel's identity as an "enemy" that made Lin Miao less patient, and she went straight to the point as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Are you waiting for me on purpose?"
"Since you anticipated my arrival, please return the mask to its original owner."
The image playing in the ancient mirror was still, and the scene inside was also fixed at that frame.
Her employer slowly turned around, and with the light from the mirror, Lin Miao was able to see a strand of silver slipping out from the complicated bun, loosely draping over her left chest, softening the cold face that seemed created by God.
Husband level.
The birds of paradise seemed to be very good at taking care of their hair. Lin Miao was lost in thought for a few seconds when he heard the Archangel's voice, as clear and elegant as ever: "You used up your last feather to come to me, and the first thing you did was to ask me if I had taken the mask."
"Then what do you want me to do?" Lin Miao raised an eyebrow and took a few steps forward. The scenery in the mirror came into view. "Ah, isn't this the Royal City of Kretz?"
"You denied spying on me before, and you did it pretty quickly." She snorted, a bit maliciously. "Who knows how long His Excellency the Archangel has been a peeping Tom here?"
Unlike Gabriel, Zeller, who had been to the modern time and space, naturally understood the meaning of "viewing/espionage" and "voyeurism"; therefore, the moment Lin Miao's accusation came to light, his lips turned pale, and the knuckles covered with silk gloves became tense.
"I……"
He stammered, trying to explain, but Lin Miao interrupted him bluntly: "I know that half of the mask is in your hands."
"You went to the Capet manor's basement and swapped the real mask for the real one—of course, it's also possible that the one in the secret room was a fake one you'd placed there all along. So you left me a video telling me not to waste time in Capet Manor, and to search for 'the one stacked with gems' and 'the one trapped by wings.'"
"The left half of the mask is hidden in the purple gem, and the right half is naturally in the 'wings'."
"As an archangel, don't you have three pairs of wings like this that can hide things?"
Lin Miao tilted her head and smiled.
"I don't know why you hid my memory, but I really need it right now."
"Give me back my mask."
“—Michael.”
“…”
"...No." The archangel avoided her direct and burning gaze, his lips trembling, like a frightened silver bird trying hard to avoid being preyed upon by an eagle.
However, even though he was so scared, he still chose to reject Lin Miao. His rejection seemed filled with hatred and anger. "I don't know what you are talking about."
“…”
Every living thing should pay the price for its decision. Lin Miao thought coldly, she had lost half of her memory, but Ziler was still fully alive. Could it be that he had forgotten the price those demons paid for disobeying her?
She took a step, and the sound of her heels hitting the floor was just as powerful as knocking on his heart.
The sapphire dagger was unsheathed, but it did not cross his neck as the archangel thought. Instead, it lightly brushed against his collarbone. Lin Miao picked up the overflowing blood with his fingertips and held it in his lips.
“!”
The Word Spirit skill was combined with the blood of the Archangel. Lin Miao happily commanded the ancient mirror: "Restore. Illuminate."
The scene of the royal city disappeared immediately, and the ancient mirror resumed its original function as a mirror.
A faint light flickered.
Lin Miao stood in front of him, with her back to the mirror, and pressed closely against him.
It is still unclear whether she did it intentionally or not, but in any case, this posture is extremely wonderful.
Lin Miao could see his thick silver eyelashes, lake-blue pupils, and a stunning face that was as white as frost and snow, as pale as a spring mountain.
And Zeller, the archangel, was facing the mirror. He could see the girl who was almost in his arms, her black hair looking like the flowing night in the fluorescent light.
He could also clearly examine himself in the mirror, his collar violently ripped open by the girl, his collarbone scratched, and he looked nothing like the grievances he had before.
expect.
"It's no use." Zeller heard his own weak, almost feeble protest. He himself didn't understand whether this timid protest was really to get rid of her clutches or to make her more excited. He clearly claimed to understand her.
"An angel's wings, like a demon's beast sign, are completely under one's control after reaching adulthood."
"Really?" the girl said lightly, her fingers like cunning snakes, slowly moving along his forearm, and wherever she passed, the muscles became tense like a fully drawn bowstring.
"Then why are you nervous?"
She suddenly leaned forward, her lips approaching his, but just before they made complete contact, she changed direction and gently kissed the scar on his collarbone that was about to heal.
The tips of the teeth dug into his skin, leaving marks in the surface blood vessels that were hotter than the blood itself.
Zeller couldn't help but let out a low moan, and that sound might have been half pain and humiliation, but half wasn't any negative emotion.
“…” He turned his head suddenly.
"Look, my dear employer, your face is three times redder than the morning glow on earth."
Lin Miao said teasingly, tilting her face slightly, pinching his jaw and forcing him to look back at the mirror. "You're so sensitive."
The archangel had no choice but to follow her force and look at the mirror again.
The human girl's half face was calm, indifferent, and full of playfulness, and he—
Just as she said, her face was flushed and her eyes were full of spring water.
As sensitive as a playboy.
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