The Education of Love in Fast Transmigration

"Dady!" The child in a pure white robe, with bare|bare feet, jumped into the man's arms happily, and the four-winged wings trailing behind were also fluttering non-stop.

"Hmm." The platinum-blond long hair cascaded down to the ground, and the man in front of him had blood-red eyes and six-winged black feathers.

The child raised his head, looked up at his loving father and stared at the other's black feather for a long time.

Suddenly, he withdrew from the man's embrace, tugged at the pure white wings behind him sullenly, and said in frustration, "I am white." These words seemed to say, Dad has black wings, but I am white, no happy.

"You are the most beautiful and holy existence in this world. Of course, only white wings can match you." The man stroked the young child's hair, his eyes were full of obsession and love.

The child couldn't understand the deep meaning in the man's eyes, so he just smiled innocently, "Does Dady like Aimer's wings?"

"I like it. Aimer is my favorite." As he spoke, the man took the child into his arms and kissed the corner of the child's eyes.

"Aimer also likes Dady the most!" With cat-like eyes, tender skin, and delicate face, Aimer is really the cutest and most beautiful child in the world.

Men are well aware of this fact.

The desire in his heart expanded little by little, but he knew that if he was in heat with his young husband now, he would be too beastly.

He brought back his husband from St. Silian, and he used the talent of the seraphim to cast the forbidden spell "Rebirth" on him alone.

Erasing the future of the husband, from the beginning of the other party's birth, taking care of the other party's growth bit by bit.

It is now the fifth year.

From now on, Mr. only belongs to him.

In Mr.'s eyes, he is the only one.

The commander returned temporarily, and the battle with St. Silian naturally came to an end.

Besides, Saint Silian, who had lost the elder officer, was too busy to take care of himself, and when they learned that Lockteel suddenly wanted to stop the war, they naturally agreed without thinking too much.

A false peace survived.

Back in the Dark Continent, Syl changed from his previous cold-blooded and ruthless style, and became a loving father who favored his youngest son.

The lords were shocked when they saw it, and the old nobles sighed that they were dazzled.

"My lord, what's going on here?" Seeing that his king was wearing an expedition, he came back with a baby in his arms, and because of this baby, he stopped fighting. An old lord couldn't match his curiosity. , asked.

The saint was also unhappy because the Lord she had a crush on was not motivated because of a hypocritical angel, "How do I know." He replied very unwillingly.

Obviously I came first!Why was it overtaken by an angel baby!

Don't they just have white wings!

I……

Lilian thought of this, but she really didn't.

How could she be a fallen angel?

She couldn't think about it, but she couldn't get angry. Although she was afraid of her new master, she couldn't get over the jealousy in her heart.

Finally, he came to the door of the little angel's bedroom.

Knocked on the door, but heard the cheerful footsteps, the door opened with a click, and the young Shumo with his little wings raised his neck and looked at Lilian, "Sister Saint, you are so late Do you want to find Aimer?"

The little white wings trembled, the cat-like eyes were full of innocence, and the delicate little face was full of concern...

Angels are all such fragile and harmless guys!

Lilian suddenly felt that she really couldn't do anything against such a cub...

"What are you doing here!" Angrily shouted, Lilian turned around, and in the shadows, her master suddenly appeared.

Bloody eyes were full of murderous intent, if not for the presence of scruples, Syl would have started killing.

Never allow anyone to hurt Mr....

kill……

Kill those who have ulterior motives.

The devil in his heart bewitched him like this.

"Dady!" The child's clear and soft call broke the concentration of murderous aura.

Like a cannonball, the little one was accurately thrown into Searle's arms.

The brown hair became a little messy as the child tossed and turned, and the child continued to dawdle in Syl's arms without realizing it.

Such an intimate picture of father, loving son and filial piety made Lilian feel very complicated.

The little angel is very cute... This is the fact that she doesn't want to admit from the bottom of her heart during the years of contact with each other.

but……

Touching Syl's eyes, the surging love and possessive desire...

This is definitely not the way you should treat your young son.

When her lord returned to Loktil with such an angel baby in her arms, she asked about the origin of the angel.

"Emer is my treasure, my child." Syl said so firmly.

"How could a devil give birth to an angel!" Lilian scolded.

"His mother is the most holy and selfless woman in the world." Speaking of this, Syl's eyes were full of nostalgia.

Lilian made up some scenes in her mind, as if she had guessed something.

She couldn't believe it, and looked at the young angel baby with a complicated expression, "Lord, the combination of the devil and the angel will not have a good result." And the crystallization of the devil and the angel will not end well.

"So what?" Searle asked sarcastically, "As long as you have Emer."

Lilian originally thought that Searle loved the mixed-race baby's mother so much... that he favored the child so much.

But in the past five years, Lilian has become more and more aware that her master is not a mother who likes children, but clearly likes this mixed-race child.

This is just... crazy!

Even if fallen angels are synonymous with rebellion, but falling in love with one's own flesh and blood is disgusting to think about.

What's more...

In the corridor, Lilian looked at the adoration in the child's eyes, and felt absurd and ridiculous in her heart.

Little angel, do you know what kind of dirty desire your Dady has for you?

He wants you to grow up every day...

Then, break your wings, let you gasp and cry under him.

This is so ironic!

Her stomach started to reflux, and Lilian didn't want to stay any longer.

Seeing that the other party left early, Syl removed the curse with his hidden hand behind him, hugged the child in his arms, and patted the other party's back.

"Dady." The child called softly.

"I'm here." Searle always had infinite patience with his husband.

"Dady can't be cruel to the holy lady!" the child pretended to be serious, and his appearance made people laugh.

"But I don't hate her, she will come to disturb the baby's sleep next time." Syl didn't care.

"But...but..." The child was very tangled, and suddenly, he thought of something, "Then Dady will sleep with Aimer in the future, and the sister of the saint will not dare to disturb Aimer, and the sister of the saint will not It won't make Dady angry!"

Thinking that he had thought of a clever plan, the child was very proud.

These words put Syl in a dilemma.

Now just hugging my husband already needs to use all my rationality to suppress the surging desire in my heart... If I sleep with my husband all night...

He couldn't guarantee that he would do something evil.

Sir is only five years old now.

"No." Syl struggled for a long time, but reason prevailed when facing Shumo, "Aimer sleeps by himself."

Afraid that he would change his mind in the next moment and put Shumo back on the ground, Syl was embarrassed when he walked decisively.

Watching Syl's back, a hurt look flashed in the child's eyes.

"Dady..."

lost...

helpless……

The child felt that his father, who had always loved him and responded to his needs, suddenly became so strange.

For a long time afterwards, Shumo never saw Searle again.

He searched every corner of the palace, but he couldn't find Syl.

He was suddenly frightened, afraid that Searle would abandon him.

Hurriedly bumping into someone, the distraught Shumo didn't get up, and simply sat on the ground with a very lonely expression.

"What's the matter, little prince, I didn't mean it, get up first." Polite and courteous, Seth Snoke stretched out his hand and pulled up the child on the ground.

If it wasn't for the little prince, Saint Silian might have already been assigned to Lockteel's domain.

Speaking of which, I really want to thank this little doll who came so suddenly.

It is really unexpected that the iron-blooded and ruthless new king of Lockteel is actually a loving father.

Although this statement was just a rumor, Seth Snoke was more willing to believe it after seeing the child's face.

This child is pure and beautiful, just like an angel in myths and legends, and people can't take their eyes off - outside, Shumo listened to Syl's words and folded his wings.

"Who are you?" The little prince raised his head, looking hard at the strange man in front of him.

Shumo has long been familiar with the people in Wangcheng, but now this person is a stranger.

"I'm Seth Snoke, from Saint Silian." Seth didn't intend to hide it, and for some reason, the little prince gave him a very familiar feeling.

He wanted to take a closer look, but the cold and indifferent words behind him broke the negotiation between the two, "Aimer, why did you come out?"

"Dady!" The moment he heard Searle's voice, Shumo's whole body lit up, he turned around, and ran in Searle's direction without hesitation.

Syl hesitated, and took a step back first, but seeing the child getting closer and closer to him, the desire in his heart finally made him open his arms and catch the child.

"Dady~ Why haven't you come to see Aimer for so many days...Aimer misses Dady so much!"

"Emer?" Seth Snoke thought about the name.

Seeing Sylvester looking at him, Seth looked back politely: "What a coincidence, the elder officer who disappeared in our country many years ago is also called Emer."

"It's really a coincidence." He said it was a coincidence, but there was a dark tide in his heart.

Is it time to get rid of this guy...

so many years.

Still miss Mr.

Jealousy...resentment...unreconciled...

Syl looked at the child who was particularly attached to him in his arms.

That night, instead of hiding, he came to the child's room and looked at the child condescendingly.

Seeing that his father just looked at him without speaking, his appearance was not as gentle and kind as before, but cold and solemn as if he was a different person, Shumo was frightened, and his tone became a little trembling, "Dady...what's wrong with you... Did Aimer do something wrong... Don't hate Aimer, okay..." The more he said this, his voice became choked up, and tears accumulated in his eyes, as if they would burst out in the next moment.

"Aimer, if you don't want Dady to hate you, you have to tell Dady the truth." Seeing the tears in Shumo's eyes, Syl almost couldn't help but hug him in his arms to comfort him.

But he can't.

This morning's episode made him uneasy.

He really hated the word destined.

"Aimer won't lie to Dady!" the child solemnly promised.

"That's good." Syl smiled unpredictably, and asked, "If Dady does this to you...will Aimer hate it?"

Saying that, Searle squatted down and pulled the child into his arms.

The adult male aggressively kissed the child on the lips.

It wasn't the closeness of the relatives before, but a very ambiguous kiss with entangled lips and tongue.

A young child is not as experienced as an adult man, and his legs are weak and short of breath after being kissed in two or three times.

After the kiss, the child collapsed in Searle's arms, panting heavily.

"Dady doesn't want to treat you like this all the time." Lazy and explicit words exploded in the child's ears.

Shumo's eyes widened in surprise, unbelievable.

As if it wasn’t enough, Searle simply said it more clearly, “I’m looking forward to you growing up soon every day, longing for the day when you become an adult, lying under my body…” In the following words, Searle Sucking and kissing the child's tender neck intermittently: "Cry and call me Dady, and then I will penetrate you hard."

Biting the child's ear, Syl revealed his desire, "I don't want you to be my son, I want you to be my treasure, my baby, and my lover."

These words greatly shocked the child's worldview.

They are father and son...

How could this be……

Shortness of breath, insufficient blood supply to the brain, the child felt that he would faint in the next moment.

"Dady..." Sobbing, tears falling into lines, "You are not Dady!"

The last sentence was almost screamed.

Years of belief crumbled.

The child ran away crying.

Syl didn't chase after him, he saw the little figure stumbling and disappearing from his field of vision.

said it...

It's really fun.

He should have done this long ago...

Any concern is an excuse for weakness.

Crush the opponent's belief, hold him firmly in your own hands, break his wings, and lock him by your side with chains...

As long as he thinks, he can have the other party at any time.

In the eyes and heart of the other party, only oneself can live from now on.

Rational, a little bit invaded.

Syl indulged his lust.

"He still refuses to come out?" Syl asked Lilian, and Lilian nodded.

Fingertips tapped on the table, rhythmic ups and downs, "That's really difficult."

"Lord, have you told him everything?" The only reason Lilian could think of was this.

How desperate it must be to avoid seeing the father I have always admired.

"That's right." Syl was not ashamed but proud, "I told him that I wanted him to be my lover, not my son."

"Lord! You're doing too much!" Lilian said angrily.

"Heh~" Syl looked at Lilian for a moment, "We are demons."

So all ethics and morality are bullshit.

What's more, Mr. is now built by himself.

So pure and innocent, so beautiful.

He has belonged to himself since he was born.

He was just enjoying what he had, not to mention he had told her so kindly.

He really is the most understanding lover in the world.

After darkening her eyes, Lilian returned to normal.

The corner of her mouth curled up in a sarcasm, Lilian seemed to be admonishing herself or maybe just sighing, "Yes, we are demons."

Afterwards, Lilian did not leave the royal city immediately to perform daily prayers.

He came to the tower where Shumo lived now, walked up the winding wooden stairs, came to the bedroom on the top floor, and knocked on the door.

"I don't want to see him." Thinking he was here to intercede for Syl, Shumo refused decisively.

"It's me, Lilian." Lilian reported her family name very calmly, and then said: "Your father didn't know."

There was a long silence in the room.

Then, with the sound of rustling footsteps, the door opened a gap, and the child hid behind the door with only half of his face exposed, and asked cautiously, "What does Sister Saintess want from me?"

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?" Lilian asked back.

The child thought about it tangledly, and finally had no choice but to compromise, and took a few steps back, the door opened, and Lilian was finally able to step into the little prince's bedroom.

Scanning around, Lilian said with great emotion, "Your Highness, do you want to hear a story?"

"Story?" Shumo expressed his appeal with doubts.

Sitting down facing Shumo, Lilian poured herself a cup of black tea, poured in a little milk and stirred it with a spoon in her hand, "This story is quite long to tell, it is a story of angels and demons."

Lilian's soothing tone, accompanied by the reduction of black tea in the cup, accompanied Shumo for the whole afternoon, until dusk and sunset, Lilian's story finally came to an end.

"The angel voluntarily fell for the devil, but the devil just wanted to obtain the energy of the seraphim when he fell. Everything was a scam. The devil took the heart of the angel and was promoted to a seraphim..."

"Sister Saint..." Intuition tells Shumo that this story is definitely related to Lilian.

Closing her eyes, Lilian's six-winged black feathers really stretched out behind her. Unlike the complete wings of Searle's wings, Lilian's six-wings were not so much six-wings as three-winged, and the left wing was still intact. Complete, the right wing is broken at the root, leaving only bare bones, and the halo above the head is also dim.

"In order to get my heart, he imprisoned me and cut off my wings." Lilian talked about her experience very plainly, as if she was an outsider.

Shumo looked at Lilian's broken wing, feeling a throbbing pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand, touched Lilian's wound, and asked with concern, "Sister Saint, are you still in pain?"

"It's long gone, and Lord Dilian also helped me kill that treacherous demon."

"Father helped you?" No longer calling Dady affectionately, Shumo is really afraid of that strange man now.

"That's right. He has inherited the ability of the seraphim. No one can defeat him unless it is a seraphim." Lilian used to be a seraphim, but now she can only be regarded as a defective product.

She told this story...

"Don't try to provoke him. I don't know what he traded to that demon back then, but I can't feel pity and compassion from him. He is the embodiment of hypocrisy and cunning." Lilian touched Looking at the broken bone on the right, he said, "I can feel the pain of having my wings chopped off alive. I can feel it alone. You don't need it."

"But he is my father!" Shume was hysterical, unable to agree.

"So you just resist to the end like this?" Lilian also hoped that she didn't come to be this lobbyist.

But if he doesn't come, the beast in Syl's heart will grow stronger day by day, and one day, this innocent child will become his second self.

The pain of broken wings...

That was simply worse than death.

The injury in the name of deep love made her heartbroken even more.

"Your Highness, ask yourself, if the Lord really only wants to be a qualified father, he will discipline you strictly, alienate you, without such intimacy, without such tenderness and love... Would you really accept it?"

"I..." Shumo wanted to say yes.

But when it came to his mouth, he couldn't believe it.

That's right, normal father and son are not as close as they are.

One day I can't wait to get tired of being together, I hope my father only has me in my eyes... and I only have me in my heart.

His request is so harsh, it's not like a child's attitude towards his biological father.

Loving someone is tolerant and painful, selfish and timid.

It turns out... I have fallen in love with my father a long time ago?

Realizing this, Shumo felt that too many strange memories suddenly flooded into his mind.

A strong white light enveloped him.

The pure white wings grew wildly, and then enveloped Shumo.

The holy feathers fluttered down, and Lilian didn't understand why there was such a vision.

Sensing the change in the tower, Syl, who had been waiting under the tower for a long time, spread out his six wings and flew over quickly. He saw Shumo wrapped in wings in the room, and Lilian with broken wings beside him...

Syl frowned, and looked back at Lilian, who was about to reprimand, but thinking that everything was his own idea, he could only swallow all his words.

"I just told the story you asked for." Lilian looked back calmly.

Indeed it is...

Suppressing his anger, Syl hurried to Shumo and asked with concern, "Aimer! Open your eyes and see me, Aimer!"

But no matter how Syl yelled.

Shumo fell into a deep sleep and did not respond.

The four wings gradually close together to form a cocoon.

Syl beat violently, but the cocoon formed by the wings became stronger and stronger.

"Aimer..." Blood dripped, and Syl called out with a hoarse voice.

Why……

Why run away again.

Don't you want to see yourself in a cocoon?

Is he really that annoying?

Seale gave up on himself.

Lilian, who was watching coldly from the side, suddenly came over, "It seems that the forbidden spell has failed."

"Failure?" Searle was at a loss.

Lilian combined the news she got and came to a conclusion, "Aimer...he is Aimer Stilmia, the elder officer of Saint Silian."

"You don't say things that you know." If possible, Syl wanted to kill this woman very much.

If she hadn't said something beyond the agreement, how could the forbidden spell be broken?

Thinking of the possibility of her husband closing himself off and seeing no one, Searle felt as if a knife was twisting in his heart, and his anger could not be restrained.

The bloody palm was attached to the cocoon made of wings, and Syl murmured: "Aimer, come out and meet me, okay?"

There was silence and no one answered.

laugh……

Ironically and desperately.

Syl went mad.

"You would rather imprison yourself than see me! That's good! Since you don't come out, I will use your hometown to bury you!" After finishing speaking, Syl broke through the window with six wings spread out, and the glass shards scattered all over the place.

Lilian hurriedly blocked the debris with her wings, looked out the window where she had long been out of sight, and then turned her head to look at the cocoon inside the house, without any worries, she was very calm.

"Sure enough, it's exactly what I expected." Seth Snoke, the Prime Minister of Saint Silian who was supposed to return, appeared in front of the bedroom door.

"You..." Lilian was a little surprised that the other party, an ordinary person, was able to hide for a long time under the eyes of the seraphim.

"It's not just me." Seth Snook frankly admitted his shortcomings as an ordinary person.

The air was flowing and the breeze was blowing, and Yue, who was wearing a blue robe and carrying a gilt bow, appeared. He looked at Lilian with a cold expression, and his words were alienated, "I am the paladin of the Lord's contract, and I control the brilliance of the moon. For myself I'm still very confident in my stealth technique."

The author has something to say:

I don't know if it's my own network problem or JJ's convulsions. Damn it...it's exhausting not being able to connect to OTZ.

There are two more chapters and the world is over!

Favorite little angels, remember to leave a message and bookmark~

Terribly deserted, shivering.