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Chapter 136

Mingshu slept deeply at night, and he dreamed again, but this time the dream was different from before, the one who appeared in the dream was not the previous Sang Yin, but the Archangel Zhiyuan.

He dreamed that when he was getting close to Zhiyuan, the tail behind him was found.

The system's warning kept echoing in his ears, and Zhiyuan pinched the tip of his tail with anger in his eyes: "How dare you lie to me?"

Ming Shu was terrified, but the dream was a dream after all, the system had warned him several times, and the task was still there, so he was not judged to have failed.

Zhiyuan was not really angry either, and while teasing him, he gently bit the skin on the side of his neck, saying that he was the one who seduced him.

Waking up in the morning, Ming Shu buried her face in the pillow for a long time before slowly getting up and going to the bathroom.

The blood of the succubus is even more uncontrollable at night, and Ming Shu has been having this kind of dream recently, so as to spend the lonely night.

Sometimes the content of the dream is the memories he has experienced before, and sometimes it is a strange scene, Ming Shu is almost used to it.

He took a quick shower, and when he was getting dressed, he realized that the strap he used to tie his tail was gone, and it wasn't in his changed clothes either.

Mingshu searched in the house but found nothing in the corridor outside, so he cut off the cloth strips on the inside of the bed sheet with scissors, fixed his tail on his legs and tied it up.

He felt uneasy, the belt didn't fall outside, did it?

But that's just a ribbon, even if someone picks it up, it's impossible to guess what it's for.

It rained so much last night, and the wind was also strong, the breath on the ribbon would probably be blown away.

Mingshu comforted herself, tidied up her clothes, put on gloves, and went to Zhiyuan with the ointment.

Zhiyuan was in the front hall, and there were two envoys in there, reporting to Zhiyuan the recent situation inside and outside the temple, including small things like a few apostles who made mistakes and were expelled, and Zhiyuan should also know.

Ming Shu waited outside for a long time before the two envoys finally resigned and walked out from the front hall together.

They saw Ming Shu not far from the door. Ming Shu stood with his head bowed in order, without ordering him not to take half a step closer. The transparent wings behind him shone slightly.

After leaving the inner hall, one of the envoys said: "There is only one envoy serving the archangel, is it too few?"

Another emissary said: "It is a little less, but a group of envoys summoned before were sent to the inner hall to show the archangel, and the archangel did not leave any..."

The number of envoys is small, and they are usually busy with more important things, and they also need to help the archangel guard the temple. The task of serving the archangel at close range is handed over to a lower-level envoy.

In the usual temples in the heavens, at least seven or eight envoys would stay in the inner hall and follow the archangel at any time to wait for orders, but Zhiyuan didn't like this.

The only one left, Ming Shu, was noticed by the archangel because he advanced too quickly.

The emissary who spoke before said again: "Why don't you call in a few more apostles? Or a group of apostles, there will always be talented people, just train them more."

The envoy beside him showed hesitation and worry: "Have you forgotten the prophecy of the golden bird...be more cautious."

The demon hiding in the dark has not been found yet, and now is really not a good time to call new angels into the temple. It is best to wait until all hidden dangers are removed and everything stabilizes.

The envoy sighed and shook his head: "If you want me to say, the more cautious you are, the more things you worry about will happen."

That is a prophecy belonging to the archangel, and if it happens, no one can stop it.

In the hall on the other side, Mingshu finished administering the medicine for Zhiyuan, and adjusted his collar and outer robe for him.

The wound has basically healed, leaving only a shallow scar, and it is expected that no more medicine will be needed tomorrow.

Zhiyuan sat on the stone chair, surrounded by a cold temperament, which was different from last night.

The archangel during the day was indifferent and self-sufficient, with indifferent dark eyes, but stared at Mingshu for a long time.

He was looking at Mingshu's lips, recalling the kiss last night, it was light and soft, with a hint of sweet fragrance unique to Mingshu.

But for Ming Shu who appeared this morning, the sweet scent on his body disappeared, replaced by his usual aura.

Light, pure, angelic scent.

Mingshu didn't know what Zhiyuan was thinking, he put down the ointment, and couldn't help asking: "My lord, how did your injury... come from?"

The wound on Zhiyuan's heart was too similar to the one he stabbed on Sang Yin's body with a short knife before he left the last dungeon.

Ming Shu always felt that there was some connection between the two. Zhiyuan's face was exactly the same as Sang Yin's. They might have the same body, but they just lost their memory.

Zhiyuan came back to his senses, and was silent for a moment: "I don't know."

Mingshu was dumb for a moment, the wound was on him, how could he not know.

Zhiyuan didn't explain more to him, only that the wound appeared the night before he came to the temple.

He seemed to have had a very long dream. The moment he woke up, he had already forgotten everything that happened in the dream, and then he found this wound on his heart.

After the wound was discovered by the envoy, he inquired several times, wanting to know who could injure the archangel, Zhiyuan thought it was troublesome and didn't want to say it, but was willing to tell Mingshu.

Standing beside the stone chair, Ming Shu was in a complicated mood. The strange way the wound appeared made him more sure of his guess.

It is very likely that this wound was stabbed bit by bit when he was held by Sang Yin at the beginning.

Ming Shu felt uncomfortable, both a little sad and distressed.

Zhiyuan sensed his emotion, got up and approached.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and raised his hand to gently stroke Mingshu's chin and the side of his face: "It's just a small injury, don't worry about it."

Mingshu said "hmm", subconsciously wanting to get closer to Zhiyuan, when suddenly there were hurried footsteps in the corridor outside the hall.

The body reacted faster than the brain, Ming Shu stepped back immediately, picked up the gloves at the side and hurriedly put them on.

The one who came was an envoy who wanted to report to Zhiyuan. When he came in, he happened to see Mingshu wearing gloves and his ears were a little red.

Zhiyuan's expression was restrained, his eyes were obviously displeased, and he sat down on the stone chair with a cold face.

As an envoy, Ming Shu had to avoid the envoy here, so he wisely left the hall and went outside to water the flowers.

Away from the hall, Ming Shu heaved a sigh of relief. He still doesn't want to be seen by other angels to be close to Zhiyuan... It's one thing to be afraid of being suspected of his identity. The current state of him and Zhiyuan looks like him no matter what. Seduced Zhiyuan.

Fetching water, watering flowers, pruning flower branches, all of this last night, the system prompt sounded at the right time.

[A new plot update has been detected, do you want to check it immediately? 】

【Plot reminder】:

【The devil was discouraged by the failure of the seduction this time. He couldn't figure out why. Could it be that the angels in the heavens are really as unreasonable as the rumors say.But the Archangel was willing to send him back. Except that he was not seduced by the devil, the Archangel seemed to be a good monarch in all aspects. 】

[The devil reported his experience to the Lord of Hell, who was very angry, thinking that the devil was useless, and ordered him to use all means to lure the archangel. 】

[The devil has no other choice but to continue to hide in the temple, occasionally stealing something belonging to the archangel and sending it back to hell, saying that he has been working hard and making progress, so as to delay time. 】

[Ding dong - side mission released]

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

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

Mingshu has been in the instance for so long, this is the first time he has had contact with the "hell" in the plot.

He opened the teleportation portal, and a black hole the size of a bowl appeared under the panel, and the inside was pitch black and bottomless.

After closing the entrance, Mingshu opened the task list, and the task of throwing away the robes full of demonic breath was still there.

If there is no such task, he can put the robe into the teleportation entrance... Now he not only has to throw away the robe, but also has to steal another item belonging to Zhiyuan.

Or... In his cabinet, there is also a white feather hidden, which also belongs to Zhiyuan.

But this thought only appeared for a moment before Mingshu dismissed it.

He was reluctant to use feathers as mission props, without the robe, only feathers were left around him.

And he has been to Zhiyuan's bedroom, and he will go there again when he finds a chance, and just take away any insignificant things.

Thinking about it this way, the task shouldn't... be difficult.

The time limit for the task of throwing away the robe was approaching, so Ming Shu chose to go out at noon, went to the outer hall alone, and quietly put the robe on the grass behind the animal taming garden.

This is a hidden location, usually no one comes here, so it won't be discovered immediately.

As soon as the robe is thrown away, the task will be completed.

Ming Shu still had a chance to pick up his outer robe again.

[Reminder: It is detected that the status of the task is different, and the task will be remade, and the points obtained after the remake will be refunded.Remake countdown: three, two...]

Ming Shu quickly let go, and the system prompt disappeared.

It was impossible to pick it up again after throwing it away, so he had no choice but to leave, and returned to the inner hall as soon as no one saw him nearby.

In the afternoon, Mingshu searched around the inner hall, wondering where Zhiyuan was.

If he is not nearby, go to the bedroom to have a look and complete the task by the way.

The weather in the past two days has not been very good. There was a heavy rain last night, and now there are signs of rain again, with gray clouds hanging over the sky.

It was not yet night, there were no lights in the temple, and the lights in the palaces were dim. Mingshu passed the corridor and saw Zhiyuan sitting in the garden.

Hearing footsteps, Zhiyuan also saw him with sideways eyes.

Mingshu then turned around and went to the garden.

When he approached, he noticed that Zhiyuan was holding something in his hand, which looked familiar.

He took a closer look and found that it was a long ribbon, loosely wrapped around Zhiyuan's fingertips.

Mingshu is very familiar with this thing, he used it to tie his tail to prevent it from moving around, the ribbon was loose and lost last night, and Zhiyuan unexpectedly picked it up.

Ming Shu's mind went blank for a moment, he even forgot to salute, and stammered: "My lord, this is...is..."

Zhiyuan slightly raised his hand holding the ribbon, and asked, "What is this?"

Ming Shu's heart beat faster, and she wanted to pretend she didn't know, but she heard Zhi Yuan say, "You left it last night."

He couldn't hide it now, his cheeks slowly turned red, and he boldly stepped forward, trying to get the ribbon back from Zhiyuan's hand.

However, the other end of the ribbon was tightly pinched by Zhiyuan, not moving at all.

He asked again: "What is it?"

Zhiyuan wanted to ask Mingshu in the morning, but unfortunately he was disturbed by the envoys who came and couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

He thought it fell from somewhere on the clothes, but seeing Mingshu's expression was different, he was keenly aware of something, and wanted to ask the answer from him.

Ming Shu hesitated and couldn't speak, and was led to sit on Zhiyuan's lap.

There was not a single person nearby, and there were only the two of them in the entire inner hall. At this time, no one would disturb them.

Zhiyuan didn't seem to doubt what Mingshu was worried about, and touched his flushed side face with a hand wrapped with a ribbon: "Why don't you talk?"

Ming Shu became nervous, and the sweet fragrance he smelt last night came out again, Zhiyuan tightened his arms, and stared at him without blinking.

Ming Shu tugged at the ribbon and whispered, "This is my thing..."

He prayed with his eyes, hoping that Zhiyuan could return the ribbon to himself.

Zhiyuan was indifferent, Mingshu tried unsuccessfully, so he was forced to give up.

He thought that as long as Zhiyuan didn't guess the purpose, it was just a ribbon, and if he lost it, he could find a new one to tie the tail.

However, Zhiyuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and suddenly asked: "I lost something all night, what should I do during the day?"

Ming Shu froze for a moment, looking dazed and helpless, and his eyes were a little flustered.

"A new one?"

Zhiyuan's palm covered Mingshu's knee, rubbing lightly through his clothes: "Where is it?"