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Chapter 147

Zhiyuan hugged her so tightly that Mingshu almost had difficulty breathing.

He raised his head with difficulty, stretched out his arms to embrace Zhiyuan,

The flow of time in hell and heaven is inconsistent. To Mingshu, they have just separated.

He was startled when he saw Zhiyuan's damaged wings, and cautiously stretched out his hand to touch it, feeling somewhat guessing in his heart.

Ming Shu stroked a half-remained feather with his fingertips, and said in a daze, "You're injured."

The feathers on all parts of the wings showed traces of being burned, and some scorched black parts shattered into ashes and slowly floated in the air. There was obviously no flame, but they were still burning slowly, and they didn't feel half warm to the touch.

Zhiyuan didn't make a sound, grabbed Mingshu's hand and pulled it down, not letting him touch it again.

Ming Shu looked uneasy, and asked, "Is... because you came here?"

He remembered that when he first entered the temple, he heard other apostles mention that demons can climb from hell to heaven, but angels cannot enter hell at will.

Unless they abandon their identities, degenerate with obsession, and become fallen angels.

Zhiyuan would appear here only because of Mingshu himself.

He fell into hell, and there is no chance to go back.

Ming Shu was in a complicated and sad mood, his eyelashes trembled, and he pursed his lips: "Does it hurt?"

Zhiyuan didn't seem to be able to feel the burning of his wings, his downcast eyes were dark: "Do you love me?" Mingshu gave a soft "um" and took the initiative to kiss him.

Zhiyuan's arm tightened, pinching his waist: "Then why...you want to leave?"

His expression was gloomy, and there was a trace of repressed anger in his words, a little force on the back of Mingshu's neck could break his slender and fragile neck.

Mingshu felt sorry for Zhiyuan, but also felt wronged. If it wasn't for the task, he didn't want to leave.

He sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

Zhiyuan watched Mingshu's pitiful appearance, and his mixed emotions of anxiety and anger gradually subsided.

He became gentle again in a blink of an eye, bowed his head and kissed Ming Shu, feeling his breath eagerly.

At this time, the little black cat let out a vague cry and interrupted them inappropriately.

Zhiyuan looked sideways and saw a white feather in the mouth of the little black cat, which he had given to Mingshu before. The little black cat killed the three demons and found this from them.

Mingshu quickly broke free from Zhiyuan's embrace, took back the feather from the little black cat's mouth, and smoothed the messy fluff.

He looked up at Zhiyuan, and sure enough, he saw signs of anger again.

"You gave them my feathers," Zhiyuan said coldly, "?"

This is not the first time Mingshu has done this, besides, he asked for this feather from himself, and it is very meaningful to pluck it from a place close to his heart.

Ming Shu hurriedly shook his head: "Yes, they took it away."

The three demons were already dead, and only Mingshu knew how the feathers got into their hands. He was indeed forced to do so for the mission and to save his life.

Zhiyuan stretched out his hand towards Mingshu, as if he wanted to take away the feather.

Mingshu immediately protected the feather, and took half a step back: "This is what you gave me...I didn't take the other one with me, thinking about going back later..."

But Zhiyuan fell into hell, and the temple no longer existed. I don't know if he would have a chance to find the feather he hid under his pillow.

The more Ming Shu talked, the more sad he became, he stuffed the feather into the inner pocket of the jacket, and pressed it tightly through the fabric.

Zhiyuan paused slightly, then grabbed Mingshu's wrist, and pulled him into his arms again.

Seeing that his attitude had loosened, Mingshu buried her face on the side of his neck relyingly.

A moment of fear surged in his heart: "Just now you and Guji were a step late, I might be..."

"What do they want to do to you?" Zhiyuan whispered, "Like you?"

He seemed to be thinking wrong, Ming Shu raised his head and quickly explained: "No...they want to eat me, the real way to eat me."

In Zhiyuan's eyes, a succubus like Mingshu who is so beautiful and weak, exuding a sweet fragrance, will be coveted wherever he goes, let alone hell.

And not long ago, he and the little black cat did see a demon intending to attack Mingshu, and the chain in his hand almost fell on him.

He is not safe here at all, but he still wants to come back. Why?

"Eat it?" Zhiyuan muttered to himself, then lowered his head and took a bite on Mingshu's side face.

His strength was not heavy, and he still left a light mark on his fair and delicate skin.

Mingshu was caught off guard, and faintly felt that Zhiyuan had some subtle changes from before.

He covered his cheeks, his wet eyes were slightly perplexed, and his whole body seemed obedient.

Moreover, Mingshu still has a lot of aura from the temple, which proves that he has just arrived here not long ago.

Zhiyuan remained silent, stroking Mingshu's waist ambiguously.

There was no one around, Ming Shu was pulled to a remote corner with his wrists clenched, a few rocks formed a narrow opening, he leaned against the rock wall, half pushed and half lifted his outer robe.

The clothes on the two were basically intact, but they were extremely intimately accommodated and connected. Mingshu's palms were sweating nervously, and he said aggrievedly: "I don't want to be here..."

This place is basically open-air, and other demons will come here at any time, what if they are discovered...the archangel who has fallen to hell is found doing this kind of thing to a succubus.

Ming Shu was inexplicably ashamed, but his protests were useless, so he had to gradually compromise.

A little bit of sweet and soft crying and humming came out from time to time, sometimes high and sometimes low, and was blocked by a layer of hood at the entrance of the cave.

The little black cat squatted outside, getting impatient for a long time. It changed several positions and scratched the sand under its feet, and finally saw Zhiyuan and Mingshu appear.

Ming Shu's legs were so weak that he was hugged by Zhi Yuan and straightened his clothes, and buried his flushed face in front of him.

The sky is still covered with a layer of dark red, and the specific time cannot be seen.

The little black cat stood up suddenly and stared in one direction: "Meow?"

Its voice was full of vigilance and eagerness to move. Ming Shu subconsciously looked up, and there were several figures approaching in the distance.

Zhiyuan was not in a hurry, he straightened Mingshu's sleeves slowly, and finally kissed him on the lips.

He did all this last night, and six demons came to the neighborhood together.

When they saw the corpse on the ground and Ming Shu not far away, the demon leader immediately shouted angrily, "Who did it?"

When he saw the wings behind Zhiyuan clearly, his expression became bewildered again.

The other demon beside him reacted quickly, and smiled sinisterly: "It turned out to be a fallen angel? I'm so lucky today... I don't know what this pair of wings will taste like."

Behind them, an older demon narrowed his cloudy eyes and looked at Zhiyuan: "Why does he look so similar to the monarch..."

But the Lord of Hell has been sleeping for a long time, and he rarely appears in this desolate border. Most demons have never seen his true face.

His voice was very soft, and no demon noticed it, only Zhiyuan's eyes moved slightly, as if he glanced at him.

Several demons discussed unscrupulously how to deal with Zhiyuan and Mingshu, and then another demon recognized that Mingshu was a succubus, or the one sent to the heaven to seduce the archangel.

They were even more excited, "Successful? Is this trash succubus so powerful?"

An ugly demon stared at Mingshu's face, sizing up wretchedly: "Even angels can't resist, I want to try it later..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the neck was cut open by an invisible sharp blade, and bright red blood gushed out.

Zhiyuan's tone was gloomy, and he said word by word: "You want it too?"

When he was discussed about how to eat wings, he just stood there indifferently, but he couldn't stand Mingshu being coveted.

The sudden situation made the demons on the opposite side stunned for a moment, and then raised the weapons in their hands and rushed towards them roaring.

The little black cat was lying on the side stone without any sense of presence. It killed three demons just now, and it has been guarding nearby for a long time. Now is the time for Zhiyuan to contribute.

It yawned, raised its front paw to lick it, and then shook the tips of its ears. After a while, all the demons fell down.

Another one lost its weapon and wanted to escape, but was grabbed by the throat by an invisible force and dragged to Zhiyuan.

With a slight movement of Zhiyuan's hand, the bones of the demon's hands broke and he let out a miserable cry.

Ming Shu hid behind Zhiyuan, buried his head and dared not look.

The devil kept begging Zhiyuan for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me... I am willing to let you be the lord, and I will give you all the territory..."

Zhiyuan seemed a little interested: "Territory?"

He just came to hell and didn't understand everything here, so the demon hurriedly explained.

Although there is a monarch in hell, he doesn't care much about the demons under him. The demons compete with each other for the land and the resources in it. As long as they can fight well, they are their own. They call themselves lords and enjoy the highest treatment in the territory.

In order to survive, the devil boasted wildly, saying that his territory is as big as three or four temples, and there are countless delicious foods and beauties in it. As long as he is left alive, all of these belong to Zhiyuan.

But in fact, the devil is not a lord at all, he is just a soldier.

He planned to deceive Zhiyuan first, and then take him to a nearby territory. The lord there is the most brutal, and he will definitely kill Zhiyuan.

After the devil finished speaking, he made a look of reluctance and unwillingness, secretly observing Zhiyuan's expression.

"Lord?" Zhiyuan said coldly, "Where is the Lord of Hell?"

The devil was stunned: "You, why are you asking this?"

Zhiyuan's expression remained unchanged, as if he was talking about a trivial matter: "Kill him."