The Fairy in Fast Time

Wen Han felt like a martyr who died bravely, tore off the beam of light that imprisoned him with his bare hands, held high the great banner of dedicating himself to the organization, and generously stood in front of his own boss.

In an instant, the holy sword pierced through the heart.

Cool.

The long black hair was splattered with blood, and the corners of the devil's lips slowly overflowed with blood. Wen Han smiled palely at Ruo Ersa: "I heard that every time a new king of the Protoss is born, he needs Use the life and blood of a superior demon to cast the crown of the new king."

"Then, let me crown you." Wen Han's lips trembled, but those crimson eyes were still gentle.

"Let go of my people..." Dark red blood continued to flow from his chest, he fluttered his wings feebly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "How is it?"

Lorsa immediately paled.

The rose in his arms fell silently, and the handsome seraphim swooped towards the falling demon with a swift and fierce posture, hugging Wen Han in his arms.

The two fell to the ground together.

At this time, the devil was lying in the arms of the angel, and the smell of blood was lingering on the tip of Lorsa's nose. His pupils shrank, his hands trembled and he held his warm face, and said in a low hoarse voice, "How can you tear the blood away?" Split beam of light..." He pressed his lips against the demon's forehead, his face twisted a bit, "That is a cage set up to protect you..."

"You gave up yourself for the sake of your people." Norsa lowered her eyelashes, and a chilling smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Then can I also think that you have given up on me?"

Dark and raging emotions surged in Lorsa's eyes, he put his hands on the demon's bleeding chest, felt the warmth of the blood, his icy lips moved down slowly, until the warmth and coldness turned white His lips rubbed together slowly.

"If you live, they will be fine."

Lorsa's voice seemed to come from hell, and Wen Han, who had lost too much blood, was really powerless to complain.

Mom sells batches, big brother, I think I should still be able to rescue it.

[System: Give up, the holy light of the gods to save people will only die faster, more painful and miserable when you hit this demon. 】

Wen Han: Oh no, I don't want to die now, I haven't finished my work yet!Hurry up, match the light and heat that I finally radiate, help me make my blood into a beautiful crown, and you can also adjust it from the warmth!

【System: [The smile reveals that mom sells batch jpg.]】

The dialogue between the heart and the system lasted only a few seconds, but seeing the tenderness that could drown people emerged from the devil's red pupils, his fingertips moved slightly, controlling the flow of blood to gather on the top of Lorsa's head, and the blood threads entangled, forming A silver crown with red light flowing.

Lorsa felt the weight of the crown falling on the top of his hair. He closed his eyes slightly, biting Wen Han's pale lips, and felt the life force of the person in his arms draining rapidly.

The unprecedented panic clenched his heart. Lorsa stretched out his hand to hold the demon even tighter. He opened his teeth with the tip of his tongue and licked the blood in his mouth. The kiss seemed to be devouring, bloody and hot. Frantically snatching the breath of the person in his arms.

As if his demon, never dawn again.

And Wen Han said that being kissed to the point of suffocation and...

Why hasn't he fainted yet.

[System: Why do you seem to be enjoying yourself. 】

Wen Han: This is the stubbornness of being an otaku.

[System: The answer is irrelevant, you should still be dizzy. 】

After the system finished speaking, Wen Han felt his eyes go dark, and his consciousness sank into the darkness.

Lorsa slowly let go of the devil's lips, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his ice blue eyes became dark and deep.

Gradually, the blood on the demon's chest stopped, and his weak breathing caused the tyrannical emotions in Lorsa's heart to continuously churn, as if trying to break his last sliver of reason.

Then, Lorsa slowly stood up holding the unconscious demon, the white robe trailing behind her, stained with blood.

The Demon King fell to the ground, watching the new God King approaching him with a cold expression, she heard him say, "Save him."

Hearing this, the Demon King evoked a strange smile, and she tilted her head, "You know, any demon who is hit in the heart by the holy sword of the new God King can only die once."

Hearing this, Lorsa's expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his lips curled up, his eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of mist, and then he walked past the Demon King, his long golden hair fluttering wantonly behind him.

"Before he wakes up, you should stay here first." Nuoersa's faint words filled the entire temple, and when he finished speaking, he spread three pairs of white wings and flew away from the temple.

Seeing this, Elena wanted to catch up, but was pulled back fiercely by a white light.

In the war outside the temple, under the command of Lorsa to "stop and retreat", the angels brought back the corpses of the same clan and evacuated the battlefield in an orderly manner.

The demons also received orders from the Demon King to immediately return to the Demon Realm as a whole team. Although they were unwilling, they still carried the corpses of their comrades on their backs and retreated from the Heaven Realm relying on each other.

In front of the temples of the gods, the blood dries up on the ground and turns black, and there are divine birds singing in the sky, which seems to be mourning for the lost lives.

In the temple, the Demon King sat gracefully in front of a divine pillar, her pink pupils glowed with a strange dark light, her voice was hoarse, and she sighed and whispered: "The blood and life of the one you love, the crown of God crown."

"Protoss, young and powerful king..."

***

one year later.

In a gorgeously decorated European-style bedroom, a man with pale face and long black hair lowered his eyelashes, sitting on the head of the bed and quietly looking at the heavy book in his hand, tapping it with his fingertips from time to time, unable to speak. elegance and luxury.

Pale golden light meanders through the window onto the spacious bed, reflecting the man's knuckle-boned hands.

At this moment, several snow-white fat chirps flew in from the window lightly, and landed on the man's shoulders and hair, and some landed between the books the man had spread out.

The furry white ball stared blankly at the man with its dark round eyes, and gently pecked at the slender white fingers with its small red mouth, coquettishly coquettishly towards the man.

[System: I beg you, stop pretending. 】