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Chapter 138

Ming Shu still didn't know anything about it, only that night in Zhiyuan's dormitory, Zhiyuan seemed to have smelled his original breath, but he didn't have any more reactions, and never mentioned it again, so Mingshu thought he didn't Discover.

He has to refill the angel perfume many times a day, but he doesn't know the disguise in this aspect, and there is not much left.

Mingshu also didn't notice Zhiyuan's gaze, he boldly put his arms around him: "Where have you been today? I haven't seen you all afternoon."

Xiangruan's body leaned over, Zhiyuan half-cast his eyes: "I'm elsewhere."

He caressed Mingshu's back and touched the roots of the pair of transparent wings.

Angels below the level of servants have not yet had real wings. This transparent glass texture is more like an ornament.

Below the root of the suspended wings, there is indeed a weak energy connection, which is the characteristic of an angel.

The ribbon that Mingshu left in his bedroom the day before yesterday was covered with the fragrance of his body. He said it was because the clothes were too big and had to be tied, but Zhiyuan didn't believe it at all.

But he didn't study it deeply at that time, and he couldn't bear to see Mingshu's pitiful appearance again.

That robe was taken by Ming Shu, he knew it all along, and it did have his aura on it.

Zhiyuan's palm moved down and passed over Mingshu's lower back, and there was a sign that it would continue to go down.

[Reminder: Please be vigilant at all times to avoid being discovered by anyone. 】

Mingshu came back to his senses suddenly, and found that Zhiyuan's hand was too close to the tail.

He hurriedly adjusted his posture, as if he was about to push Zhiyuan away and get up to escape. Zhiyuan held him down, and his tone was a bit cold: "What are you hiding?"

Ming Shu hesitated: "No..."

He simply leaned over to kiss Zhiyuan, wanting to kiss him.

Zhiyuan's breath paused slightly, he put his arms around Mingshu's waist and turned his back on the guest.

He has no previous memories in this dungeon, and he only kissed with Mingshu, but he has experienced it countless times proficiently.

Then Zhiyuan discovered that Ming Shu was not young either, he would even take the initiative to stick out the soft tip of his tongue to hook himself.

Most of the demons are evil and messy, they are the opposite of angels.

Zhiyuan pinched Mingshu's chin and retreated, a little annoyed, "Who did you learn from?"

Ming Shu looked confused, his lips were flushed, his amber eyes were clear and moist, and he hadn't recovered from the kiss just now.

Zhiyuan was inexplicably soft-hearted, and his hands loosened a lot.

He hugged Mingshu tightly, and asked another way: "Who else have you kissed before?"

This kind of question really shouldn't be asked from the mouth of an archangel.

Ming Shu blushed and replied, "No...only you."

He rubbed his cheek against Zhiyuan's palm: "I only like you."

Zhiyuan remained silent, but the coldness in his eyes eased a lot.

"I like you so much, I know I shouldn't..." Mingshu continued, "But I can't control it, I think about you all the time."

This is also the truth, there is no falsehood, there is always a difference between showing true feelings and false feelings.

The innocent and shy little angel was confessing to him, looking at him with loving and dependent eyes.

Zhiyuan kissed Mingshu's lips again, this time for a longer time, and when they finally parted, a few buttons on Mingshu's neckline were undone, revealing her fair collarbone, and there were several obvious red marks on the side of her neck.

Ming Shu leaned against him panting slightly, the fragrance overflowing from under the collar was even stronger, sweet and seductive.

Zhiyuan didn't let Mingshu tidy up his clothes, leaving him disheveled, and just sent him back to his room.

Mingshu pressed her collar all the way, lowered her head and blushed.

Arriving at the door of the room, Zhiyuan had to take his hand away and look at his masterpiece carefully.

He still didn't think it was enough, so he unbuttoned a few more buttons, forcing people to kiss and caress in a corner, and he liked to see Ming Shu blushing and shy, protesting softly but obeying.

But the intimacy between the two was limited to this, Ming Shu refused to let him touch other places, such as the lower back and legs.

Sensing Zhiyuan's intention, Mingshu pushed him away, turned around and slipped back into the room, and locked the door from the inside.

Zhiyuan suppressed the eagerness to move in his heart, turned and left.

At night, the lights in the promenade were lit, and Chibuchi walked slowly alone without spreading his wings.

He stopped suddenly, as if aware of it, and turned his head to look to the other side of the corridor.

There is a bush at the end of the line of sight, and a golden bird sits on the top branches.

The golden bird seemed weightless, the slender branches under its feet were not bent at all, and its dark pupils silently stared at Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan and Jinniao looked at each other, their faces sinking like water.

A moment later, the golden bird flapped its wings and flew away, disappearing into the night sky in an instant.

Every time the golden bird appears, there should be a new prophecy announced, but this time there is no.

It is more like reminding Zhiyuan to keep in mind the guidance of the prophecy at all times, and not to forget his original heart as an angel.

Zhiyuan stood in the long corridor for a long time before he lifted his foot and went on, returning to the sleeping hall.

As soon as he opened the door, he sensed something was wrong.

Someone else came, and the breath left behind was too weak to be found.

The breath filled the house, and the desk by the window was the thickest, and it seemed to stay there the longest.

Zhiyuan walked over and opened a drawer below.

There are several books inside, the same position as before, but one is missing.

In the entire temple, only Ming Shu could freely enter and leave the inner hall, and come to his bedroom.

The missing book is not an important item, but why would he do it?

Zhiyuan closed the drawer, his lowered eyes became more indifferent.

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Early the next morning, new plots and missions were released.

【Plot reminder】:

[The devil successfully made Hell think that he was going well, and asked him to steal more things and send them back, so that other demons can take a good look at what the things of the great angels in the heavens look like.Stealing things from an archangel is very dangerous, and the devil is terrified every time, but he has to follow the requirements of the Lord of Hell, otherwise if he fails the mission and returns to the ground, he will definitely accept a harsher punishment. 】

【One time later, he ran quietly to the inner hall again, and on the way back after stealing something, he accidentally bumped into an archangel.The devil was very nervous, for fear of being discovered by the archangel, but the archangel didn't say anything or punish him. 】

【The devil breathed a sigh of relief, sent the stolen items back to hell as usual, and continued to pretend to be an angel to wait for the opportunity. 】

[Ding dong - side mission released]

[Mission [-]: Steal an item from the Archangel quietly and send it back to hell]

(Click to open [Teleportation Entrance], and place quest props)

Let him steal things again... Mingshu turned off the system, and planned to find another opportunity to visit Zhiyuan's bedroom, but he couldn't find any other items, so he could only take another book.

Anyway, it was not mentioned in the mission that the props should not be of the same kind twice. If the lost book was found by Zhiyuan, he would admit and admit his mistake, saying that he wanted to read it and accidentally lost it after taking it away.

He went out of the room to the front hall and found that Zhiyuan was not there.

Not only the front hall, but also the entire inner hall, there was no one.

Mingshu then went to the bedroom, but Zhiyuan was not there either.

This happened to give him a chance to do the task. He opened the desk drawer as usual, and there was nothing in it.

When he left yesterday, he put the rest of the books back intact, and they disappeared today.

Was it discovered by Zhiyuan...so he took the rest of the books?With Zhiyuan not around, Mingshu couldn't guess for sure, but the task still had to be done.

Ming Shu had no choice but to search elsewhere in the bedroom, but as expected, he found nothing like yesterday.

He also tried to tear off a little fabric on the inside of the bed sheet, but the system indicated that the item was incomplete and could not be used as a mission prop.

Mingshu tried unsuccessfully, the teleportation entrance was only as big as the mouth of a bowl, and there was nothing that could be stuffed into it.

He recalled carefully that Zhiyuan didn't seem to be wearing anything on his body. Ordinary angels need to wear gloves every day, but archangels don't.

The time limit for the task was three days, and Ming Shu finally left the dormitory, trying to find other ways.

For example, some flowers and plants in the inner hall, things that Zhiyuan may encounter near the places that Zhiyuan has been to, Mingshu knows that there is little hope, and it really doesn't work.

He has been busy all day, trying almost everything he can think of, but there is only one last item left.

Ming Shu returned to the residence, opened the cabinet beside the bed, and took out a white feather from it.

The feathers look intact and beautiful, and the flattened fine down becomes fluffy again, feels delicate and soft, and glows at night.

Ming Shu was very reluctant to give up, and struggled with the feather for a long time.

But the task has to be done, the feather is gone, and you can ask Zhiyuan again, Mingshu thinks that Zhiyuan will not refuse.

He made up his mind, took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes and put the feather into the portal.

[Submission [-] has been completed!Please go to the background to check your reward points by yourself]

[Main quest [-] has been completed!Please go to the background to check your reward points by yourself]

The main mission is also completed?Ming Shu froze for a moment, opened the system to check, and sure enough, he saw that the task that required him to hide the devil's characteristics was completed, and the point reward had been credited.

At the same time, Zhiyuan, who was far away at the other end of the temple, seemed to be aware of it, and raised his eyes slightly.

The air pressure around him plummeted, and a hazy hostility emerged from his eyes.

The emissary in front of him noticed it, and immediately fell to his knees, not knowing which words he just said made Zhiyuan angry.

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After the main task was completed, Ming Shu was very happy. He finally didn't have to worry about the task and couldn't get closer to Zhiyuan.

Even if there is a danger of being discovered his true identity, there is no mission constraint, he just needs to keep Zhiyuan from getting angry.

Mingshu went out immediately, wanting to find Zhiyuan, and searched in the garden and corridors, but he was nowhere to be found.

Ming Shu went to the bedroom again, this time he didn't go in directly, but obediently guarded outside the door.

However, Zhiyuan did not come back until late at night.

Not only this night, but for the next two whole days, Ming Shu didn't see Zhiyuan again.

He went to the outer hall to ask the envoy, but the envoy also said he didn't know, and then left in a hurry.

Mingshu was very disappointed, and comforted himself that Zhiyuan might be busy.

After dark, he came outside the bedroom door again, touched the patterns on the stone pillars beside him, and waited in a low mood.

The lights came on in the corridor, Ming Shu sat down with his back against the stone pillar, rubbed his eyes and yawned.

At this time, a familiar storm blew up, Ming Shu turned his head to look, and finally saw a familiar figure.

He was overjoyed, got up and ran towards Zhiyuan, and suddenly threw himself into his arms.

"Where did you go?" Ming Shu raised his head and said aggrievedly, "I couldn't find you."

Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment before reaching out to hug Mingshu.

He hugged her tightly, pressed Ming Shu firmly into his arms, leaned over and said, "Miss me?"

Zhiyuan's voice was low and deep, his words were tense, and he gently pinched the back of Mingshu's neck with one hand.

Ming Shu responded sullenly: "I wait for you here every night. I asked the envoys, but they don't know where you are..."

He was disappointed and aggrieved: "When you are busy next time, can you tell me in advance? I thought..."

It's not that Mingshu never thought that Zhiyuan might have found out that he had entered his bedroom, but if he didn't show up, Mingshu's prepared excuses were useless, and he became more and more uneasy.

"Why?"

Before Mingshu could answer, Zhiyuan pinched his chin and kissed him.

Ming Shu responded obediently, obediently.

After kissing for a while, he suddenly heard Zhiyuan say: "You sent my feather back to hell?"

Ming Shu opened his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes trembled.

How did Zhiyuan know... He must have discovered his identity when he mentioned hell.

Mingshu's reaction said everything, Zhiyuan's expression was ice-cold, and there was a hint of anger in his dark eyes.

He touched Ming Shu's red lips with his fingertips and rubbed them roughly, then suddenly picked him up and walked towards the bedroom.

The door automatically closed with a "bang" without any wind, and Ming Shu was thrown into the bed.

He tried to escape, but was dragged back by his ankles, and the clothes on his body were peeled off one by one.

In the end, there was only a thin belt left, which was tied around the leg, and Zhiyuan stretched out his hand to pull it.

There was a faint mark where the belt had been tied, which was very conspicuous on the fair skin.

And the tail that was bound by the belt lost its restraint, and it swayed slightly, hooking Chichibuchi's fingers.

With a pair of angel wings, a beautiful and pure face, but there is a devil's tail hidden under the clothes.

Zhiyuan didn't say a word, didn't resist the tail's approach, and touched the marks on Mingshu's legs that had been strangled by the belt.

Ming Shu trembled all over, instinctively retracted into his arms: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"I, I wanted to tell you," Mingshu tried to defend, "but you haven't been here for a few days..."

"Really?" Zhiyuan whispered, grabbing the tail that was intended to wrap around his wrist.

He stroked the tail, pinching the limp triangle from root to tip.