Chapter 81 Chapter 81 She sank into the blue sea, and...
This realization made his whole body tremble and his knees weaken.
The pure and innocent angel was naturally ashamed to face his own debauchery and Yin Xie's desires. He was even thankful that he was wearing a loose enough white robe so as not to attract her more presumptuous ridicule.
laugh at.
Compared to his ugly appearance, compared to violating the rules and regulations and failing to abide by the teachings of the temple, he seemed to care more about her ridicule.
The human girl was calm and detached, without any emotion at all.
And he was stuck in the mud.
Lin Miao's palm was flat on his seemingly thin but well-muscled chest, separated only by a thin layer of cloth, right above his heart, as if controlling every pumping and beating of his blood vessels.
"It's beating fast," she commented, applying pressure with her palm and beginning a slow, delicate movement. The contours were undulating, the touch was supple, and her fingertips occasionally brushed against it, causing him to gasp like a small animal, further embarrassment.
The mirror is clear and records everything faithfully.
The other hand inadvertently brushed against the back of his white-gloved hand, the silk texture smooth and silky.
She forcefully pried open his fingers, inserted her own fingers in between, and applied some intimate pressure.
"Ever since you brought me back to this continent, you've been wearing gloves," Lin Miao said, her tone a mix of complaining and teasing. "You've never taken them off in front of me."
"But you have beautiful hands."
“…”
Not getting a response, she pinched his finger bones, scratched his palms, and spun her fingertips around, as if she was finally able to play an instrument she had coveted for so long.
Angel tried to pull it out uncomfortably, but he said hoarsely, "No. ...You can't take off my gloves."
His index finger deftly slid toward the white edge of the glove's wrist, rubbing it back and forth along the white line with extremely slow, agonizing movements. A tiny crack opened the seal, revealing a faint glimpse of fair skin.
Testing, provoking, and blatantly foreshadowing the next move.
"There really is a secret," she said with a narrowed eye. "Is it the same reason as your wings?"
"……Can't."
He finally remembered that he could use his divine power. Lin Miao, a human who did not have the skill of the Great Strength King, could only watch with regret as the hand broke free.
Apparently, the conciliatory policy proved to be ineffective. Faced with such "stubborn" resistance, Lin Miao regretfully chose the most direct and irresistible attack -
She stood on tiptoe, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and quickly moved the other hand behind his head, weaving it through his dazzling silver hair and pulling it tightly, forcing the archangel to lean over to her.
A reckless kiss fell on the angel's lips.
It was not a tentative move. Lin Miao did not give the archangel time to react. He forcefully pried open his teeth, which were completely loosened due to excessive shock, and penetrated deep into them, sweeping and rolling, swallowing up his unspoken protests and the intention to chant a spell.
He had never received her kiss before. Whether it was Lin Miao or the Demon King, they were never the kind of people who would give charity.
It was at this moment that Ziler realized that so-called fantasies are always empty and those beautiful dreams are too shallow.
Her lips and her kiss were almost barbaric, not to mention sweeping away thousands of troops, she could even kill a bird in an instant.
The soul has been taken away, who can control the body?
At the moment when he was completely distracted, Lin Miao showed a triumphant expression and pulled the hand that was holding his wrist down without hesitation.
The pair of silk gloves, which had been spotlessly white from the beginning, finally slipped away from him completely. They were peeled off obediently and impatiently, falling powerlessly to the ground on the top floor of the White Tower.
The kiss came to an abrupt end. She immediately pulled away from their intertwined tongues, pulling away completely, not even refusing to give him a final lick and kiss.
Zeller's breathing stopped for a moment.
Lin Miao lowered his gaze and finally saw the true face of Mount Lu.
The Archangel's hands were undoubtedly beautiful, well-proportioned yet not frail, like a piece of clean, warm mutton-fat jade. Each finger was long and distinct, even the nails were a faint pink.
However, the color that should have been as white as frost and snow was destroyed by something abrupt and harsh——
Beneath the silk sleeve, the back of his right hand was covered with winding dark purple lines, which were carved very deeply and adhered closely to his skin, breaking the clear and smooth beauty.
On his left hand, there was a tattoo of a simple bird. From the lines to the shape, it was exactly the same as the one she had drawn on the mask before.
Lin Miao's painting skills were not very good, and the bird's few strokes were already very crude, and the ink seeping into the cold, jade-white skin made it look even more out of place and a waste of natural talent.
"Won't you explain?"
Lin Miao pressed the black bird pattern with a slight pressure of his thumb, feeling both amused and confused. "Why is my seal, my symbol, appearing on the hand of the Archangel of the Divine Court?"
"I finally understand why you're wearing gloves. If someone saw you, wouldn't they convict you of treason and betrayal, and punish you with a life of utter destruction as a warning to others?"
“…”
The employer's cheeks were still red, and his eyelashes trembled, shaking off the refracted light and shadows.
He was rarely like the angels sitting on the lotus platform in the temple, quietly listening to the believers' prayers, allowing the believers to pour out their love, hate, infatuation and anger, while he just lowered his eyebrows and kept silent.
Lin Miao did not force it and said to himself:
"Michael, has anyone ever told you that you're actually more awkward than Reese?"
"Probably not. I remember you saying that as a loyal sword of God, you don't need useless socializing; so in these hundreds of years, Gabriel is your only friend."
It seems that your only friend doesn't want to acknowledge you anymore.
She played with and savored his long fingers, which were as thin as scallion roots. "Look, it was you who brought me back to the Holy Continent. It was you who allowed me to approach the three-headed dog and said you would fulfill the wishes of your 'employer'. It was you who left three feathers and said I could come to you if I had any problems—"
You even used some method to return the skills from my past life to me, a person without magic power, through the card pool."
"Of course, you can say these are what a qualified employer should do."
"So, when I first found you in the library, were those books really dropped by accident?"
Lin Miao raised an ambiguous smile, his eyes cunning.
"Your Excellency the Angel, who always wore only white and thought jewelry was too much, now a hundred years later you're wearing a golden waistband and a draped headband. Every time you see me, you're like a peacock spreading its feathers, showing off your beautiful body to me. Is that unintentional?"
“…”
A cinnabar pen drew a thin line at the end of his clear and straight eyes, which was a slightly drunken red tone. With a slight lift of the pen, it spread over the tip of the eyebrows, exuding all the charm.
Now, even the "coldness" no longer exists.
"Don't deny it? It seems I hit the nail on the head." Lin Miao laughed softly, stimulating his eardrums.
"Don't you feel awkward? Restoring my memory was clearly part of your plan, so why are you acting so arrogantly at the last minute? I won't give it to you even if I ask for it."
"...Are you angry?" After a while, the angel sitting firmly on the lotus platform spoke. Instead of responding to the "believer's" sincere inquiry, he turned the tables.
Why do they all like to ask her if she is angry? Lin Miao thought helplessly.
They dared to say that they couldn't do anything that would make her angry with just a pout, but what was the truth?
I do it a lot.
"Yes, I'm very angry." Lin Miao said, touching his tightened belt and threatening, "So Lord Angel better be obedient."
"You're angry." He suppressed his trembling body, his eyes fixed on her hands, and whispered softly, "I thought you were taking it out on me."
"..." Lin Miao was silent for two seconds, then said with certainty, "That's all your fault."
"Besides, aren't you happy?" Her expression became casual and meaningful. "You said that I must gain the trust, loyalty, and love of the three-headed dog before I can take back the things in the palace—that scepter, right?"
"Then can I assume that by gaining your 'love' I can get back that half of the mask?"
"...You won't be as attentive to me as you are to that dog." Zile didn't refute Lin Miao's words. His self-deprecating words were tinged with resentment and jealousy. "...How are you going to get my love?"
"I see you're deeply in love." Lin Miao's half-smiley gaze swept over the angel's hands, lingering for a few seconds beneath the hem of his white robe. "It was just a kiss, wasn't it?"
“…”
Lin Miao was sure that there was nothing wrong with her thinking. No matter how awkward Ziler was, he couldn't really stop her from getting her memory back. Otherwise, what was the point of everything he had done before? Was he diligent and willing to endure hardships?
Insisting on not showing the wings only shows that the key point of getting the mask is not this.
Trust, love, loyalty. These words are abstract concepts with too broad a meaning and too many forms of expression to be the standard for “judgment”.
There must be a correct answer, she thought.
Eye contact, gestures, or a scene you've experienced together?
……language?
She asked tentatively, "...in? Look at the wings?"
“…”
Lin Miao was not discouraged: "Is this cute big bird going to be severely abused by the cruel demon king...? With so many feathers, it looks like it sleeps well...?"
“……!!”
Lin Miao thought carefully: "I won't force you to make a choice. I hope you can breathe the air of freedom."
“…” He turned his eyes away in embarrassment, and his back, which was as straight as a bamboo, seemed to be a little hunched.
None of them.
Lin Miao was a little troubled.
If anything that the Archangel finds meaningful and precious can become a "key", then the scope is too broad.
...something that the employer finds meaningful and valuable.
What is the most meaningful and precious to him?
The Demon King's memories were huge, complicated, and spanned a century. Even if one searched through them specifically and selected the images related to him, it would still take a long time.
Lin Miao pursed her lips and started to recall the scene from the moment she opened her eyes in the other world. The angel's appearance, words, and actions appeared in her mind.
Employer... Angel...
Some trivial fragments overwhelm the crowd and slowly rise up.
When he first sent her to the Styx, she deliberately asked his name, thinking she would not get an answer - but he told her.
What was his expression when she called out his name for the first time? Surprised, stunned, or dazed?
She knew his identity as an angel and asked him his real name. What did he say? That was also his name.
“…”
Lin Miao felt clearer than ever before, and felt that the answer was not hidden at all and was about to come out.
She sank into the azure sea and looked calmly into the ocean current.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"—Azazel."
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