Inhibition Marking Committee

The blessed night of the Holy Epiphany kicked off without a sound, and the intense fatigue wrapped around the body like a thick fog, making people fall heavier and heavier.

Xi Mo lay back until late at night, and when he woke up, he was a little dazed by the strangeness of his surroundings.

The warm orange light shines in through the carved gaps of the wooden windows, casting regular and soft light and shadows on the sheets, and the folds of the fabric overlap with the dim light, blurring the boundaries.

The bandage was wrapped around his chest to his back, and he subconsciously touched the wound. Although he adjusted the pain, when he touched the edge, it still triggered a slight pain.He pulled the quilt to his chest, covered the bandages, his knees were slightly bent, his long hair in the moonlight was spread out, and he hugged his legs loosely, with his head resting on his knees sideways, falling into a long-term blankness of consciousness.

In the quilt, on the sheets, and in the pillow, there is the smell of Huan Xiubai...

He licked absently along his gums.

Even himself...

After sleeping on the bed for a few hours, the man's extremely possessive smell seemed to seep in.

Of course, this is due to the fact that the markers are still fresh.Although it will decay over time, at least in these few days, it remains at the peak of the degree of integration.

He slept extraordinarily soundly this time, perhaps because there was no annoying birdsong in the palace, nor the chattering priests of the Holy See, maybe someone sneaked in a few times, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Tudud——" Someone knocked on the door twice, and Sim Mohui immediately lay down and closed his eyes.

"I didn't dare to enter the door, so I put the supper on the small table at the door."

This is obviously a young boy's voice.It is a small loach.

Xi Mohui was surprised for a second: Why is he delivering the meal?

He immediately corrected himself: What happened to the little loach?Send a meal without specifying who will come.

Another voice in my heart uttered a strong rebuttal: This proves that he is insincere.

He suppressed that thought and warned: Shut up, you shouldn't think too much.

No expectation, no disappointment. What specific expectations can you have for a "stranger" who you have known for less than a month and who happens to be the other's real enemy?

He had had enough sleep, regained his energy, and sorted things out again.He used his ability yesterday to avoid a direct confrontation with the forces behind Shache.Sure enough, at the high ceremony this afternoon, he expected that the group of cardinals would take this opportunity to attack him in public, so he simply resorted to tricks and set various hints in the cathedral in advance to hypnotize everyone present at the same time.

The curvature of the mouth corners of the icon, the signs of withering flowers, the sacred music played, and even the density of the tables and chairs are all carefully calculated and adjusted to achieve twice the result with half the effort and the effect of empathy for the audience.

The audience's emotions fluctuated with the environment and reached its peak when he cast "Evil Fallen Angel Shache". It was like a small sharp knife, completely piercing the human senses that swelled like balloons, triggering a frenzy in the sensory world of the viewers. Explosive, next, no matter how ridiculous things happen, the perception and introspection of the audience will be firmly in his hands.

If people's spirit is compared to a thread, Xi Mohui is a puppeteer holding countless spiritual threads.

With a pair of dexterous and slender hands, he weaves a superb sensory dream, and when 500 people are dreaming the same dream at the same time, the outline of the illusion is already composed of combed and consistent lines.

In this "play", the only possible variable is Huan Xiubai.If Huan Xiubai has doubts about what happened, his plans may be hindered.

But... now it seems that Huan Xiubai was in a hurry and didn't find any clues.

That guy, obviously capable of detecting his illusion, chose to believe it without thinking.

The friendship implied behind this indiscriminate trust made Xi Mohui toss back and forth between anxiety and joy.

As far as he is concerned, next, he just needs to wait for the response from the heaven.If you want to slander him for having an affair with the devil, it is better for him to preemptively bear the victim's "suffering" in full view, instantly turn the situation around, and catch the opponent by surprise.

The holy archangel Shemos, who loves all living beings and is willing to use his body to block evil attacks for devout believers, looks ten times more innocent than Shache, who combined with low-level succubi and tried to breed dirty mixed blood.

Xi Mohui didn't think it was a planned planting at all.

Instead, he's kind of starting to enjoy the process.

"If you don't eat the rice, it will be too cold." Little Niqiu ran upstairs, and when he saw the dish that no one cared about for a long time, he reminded him regretfully at the door.

Xi Mohui lay quietly on the bed, unwilling to speak.

Why is no one pushing the door in?

With such thoughts in mind, he waited until three or four in the morning with his eyes open.The Blessing Night of the Holy Epiphany is about to pass, and the "Cross Tomb" should be brightly lit at this moment. Sim Mohui is afraid that he missed the clues, even the movement in front of the window.

At about 04:30 in the morning, there was a "click" on the window sill, and Sim Mohui suddenly woke up from a drowsy state, and secretly clenched the sheet under the quilt.

It should be to change his bandages... just pretend not to know.

But when the unusual and unfamiliar footsteps approached the bed, Xi Mohui immediately realized that something was wrong, his muscles and nerves stretched to the extreme, his left hand was a time pocket watch, and his right hand tightly grasped the corner of the page, ready to go, just waiting for that When strangers come near, he kills them with one stroke—

"My son."

It was definitely not Du Yuelan who appeared at this juncture, and this sour tone could only be——

"My lord, you must have known what happened to me and came to uphold justice." Xi Mohui got off the bed obediently, and fell at his feet, with a face of great grievances, trying to bear it.Coupled with his unique and pure appearance, this expression would make one's heart break just by looking at it.

Actually recruited the old man of the God of Light.

It's just... To be precise, his current image cannot be called an old man.

The wavy beauty lifted her wine-red curly hair, regardless of how her appearance did not conform to the setting, she still maintained a dignified and serious demeanor: "Yes, and no."

In line with the professionalism of a holy angel, Simo kept his gaze fixed and remained unchanged: "Please give me a holy metaphor."

The incarnation of the God of Light muttered something quickly, but Xi Mohui didn't hear clearly, only heard the following sentence: "You know I'm on vacation."

"Yes, so in order not to disturb your once-in-a-thousand-year vacation, I did not report Shache in time, please apologise..." Sheamos was retreating, and when he said this, he deliberately took root The severed wings fluttered under her eyelids.

The young red-haired girl didn't seem to see it, and the resentment of being interrupted vacation overflowed: "This is an additional workload...It's just a legend. I didn't stop it from spreading back then. It doesn't mean acquiescence, let alone a condition. If I achieve it, I will really ask for it. The matter has come to this point, if I ignore it, it will damage my integrity. So—”

She ended a series of statements that made Xi Mohui puzzled. She drew a stroke in the blurred soft light, put her hands together, and made a simple gesture of growth and development. When they grow back, they are perfect, even more beautiful than before, not missing a feather tooth.

"You are..." Simo felt a little strange.

Is the God of Light so kind?

The red-haired elder sister unfolded a bundle of papers, checked again, and said with a strange look: "There are things I can't achieve."

Simo returned to his heart and said: Go to hell?

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Cod was tired out of his wits—

Based on the previous plot, it is easy to guess what a certain "unwilling man" went to do.

Why are these two little idiots so nice to each other, woo woo woo woo woo

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Hey, thank you dear fairy godmothers for putting back the big wings for Meimei

Wait, is this a deepwater torpedo?

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I Thomas twirling plop on my knees to thank the fairies! !

Thanks to the little angel who voted for [Deep Water Torpedo]: Lazy out of the sky 1;

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Bazooka]: Kylin 2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: 1 Qiuqiuqiu;

Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Landmine]: Yu Ni Ni, Yun Fei, Brown Sugar, Kylin 2; Qiu Qiuqiu, Tangxi 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

1 bottle of meatballs are very happy;