The ultimate villain [Western Fantasy]

When you care about a person, you never think how powerful he is, the only thing you see is his weakness.

"Didn't you say you won't get hurt?" Sheila's voice was a little low, and although there was still no expression on her face, it gave off a feeling that a storm was about to come.

"...It's just a little calculation error." Tang Yuan felt an inexplicable guilty conscience.

"Really?" Sheila looked at him deeply, and the two words that seemed to be an understatement came out of his mouth, but they gave people a lot of pressure.

"Of course, don't you think it's just a hole?" Tang Yuan opened the blood-stained skirt and showed it openly.From the moment the gray-haired assassin stabbed him, he used the power of the abyss to create an illusion on his body. Although the illusion created by the abyss, which is full of destructive and simple and crude power, was rough and rough, he had fooled two people. It is still possible for two subordinates who have lost their minds due to the serious injury of the king.The only regret is that for the sake of dedication and professionalism, it seems that I retreated a bit late and cut a little skin.

Sheila looked at the small hole in Tang Yuan's chest, a trace of blood spilled from it, winding on his snow-white chest, red and white collided and blended with each other, creating a vivid fragrance.

Even if it was just a little bit, he still couldn't bear it. It turned out that his blood was hotter than his tears, which made his chest burn with flames again, hot and painful.

So, he bent down, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked his chest tirelessly over and over again, licking away his blood bit by bit.

Tang Yuan looked at him with a light complexion, a tender tongue protruding from his always closed lips that exuded a sense of restraint, licking his chest lightly like a beast, he was startled, and then wanted to break free.

This time, Sheila pressed her hands tightly on his waist, lowered her head, and explained in a low voice: "My saliva has healing power, and the attribute of an angel is holy light. He is born with healing power, it's just a matter of strength or weakness." , although I can't heal large wounds, but this small one can still."

Tang Yuan was not struggling, but looked down at Sheila from a high position, leaning on him like worshiping a king, gently licking the wound on his chest, feeling a strange sense of sexual desire, showing the slightest unguardedness With a slender neck and long silver hair scattered lazily on his body, there is a cold touch.

His hand seemed to be tempted by the devil to gently caress Sheila's hair, and then jumped up little by little until it touched the final destination - the soft, snow-white, slender neck.

nice touch...

It's like holding all the weaknesses of this angel...

From then on, the butterfly can only stay in the spider's web until it dies, and cannot escape...

"What's wrong?" Sheila felt the touch on her neck and looked up at him suspiciously.

Tang Yuan looked at the undried blood on his lips, smiled lightly, and said lightly, "It's okay, it just hurts."

"Be patient." Sheila frowned and comforted her, and relaxed her movements.

Tang Yuan looked at the unknown distance in a daze, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, Tang Yuan, who was wandering in the sky, felt a sudden pain in his chest. When he came back to his senses, he found that his pink dogwood had been destroyed by some angel's venomous hands, and a tooth mark was clearly imprinted on it. Is it quite neat?Is he being molested?The role reversal made him a little overwhelmed.

"This is punishment." Sheila explained calmly.

"..." Sure enough, angels are a group of pious guys, they are really narrow-minded.Tang Yuan rolled his eyes, stretched out his arms and hugged Sheila's neck again, and said without any grudge, "My chest hurts so much, so you have to carry me away."

"..." Sheila looked at him silently and didn't move. He didn't know what the chest pain had to do with being unable to walk. Besides, there wasn't even a wound, so what's the pain?

"Hey, my chest hurts so much, my heart is about to break..." Tang Yuan decided to start to die again, he pressed his chest, making a Xizi holding a heart.

"...Are you being cute?" Sheila asked suspiciously after being silent for a long time.

"Yes, do you have any objections?" Seeing that Sheila didn't respond in the slightest, Tang Yuan was a little angry. Shouldn't he have agreed to his request at this time?

"...No." Sheila was silent for a while, and finally arranged the clothes of the person who was leaning on him helplessly, and then hugged him as he wished.

What can he say?Said that he is not suitable to take the route of being cute at all. When he did the action just now, his snow-white chest was exposed, and two pink and tender dogwoods could be vaguely seen on his chest, fully interpreting what is called half-hidden and half-revealed style, plus The frown that seems to be slightly frowned because of pain can only arouse the sadistic desire in other people's hearts.

"You are not allowed to make such actions in front of others in the future." Sheila warned solemnly.

"Aren't you by my side?" Tang Yuan seemed indifferent.

"No." Sheila lowered her face and said two words in a simple and rude manner.

"Cover it with your wings so you can't see it?" Tang Yuan felt aggrieved.

"...No." Sheila continued to veto.

I don’t want others to see this look, because this kind of you can only belong to me. This is something Raphael calls possessiveness. This feeling is very good.

In this world, such things are originally rare, priceless, and sought after by thousands of people, but because you hide all the brilliance and only shine in front of you, no one is allowed to covet or play with it. It's a wonderful feeling to be yours forever and ever, and no one can take it away.

……

Blood gushed out from the wound, spreading half of his robe, his fingers began to tremble, his head was swollen with pain, and there were big cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Even without a mirror, he knew that his face must be like a ghost now As pale as ever, the staff in his hand was already hard to hold firmly, as if he was about to let go in the next second, and he would also faint completely and become food for these demon wolves.

But... no, there was deep tenderness in his eyes, and he silently looked at the immobile knight protected by the defensive shield formed by most of his magic power. He didn't want to die, because without his magic power protection, That person will die too...

He didn't want him to die, he obviously still had a lot of goals to accomplish, he was obviously so good, how could he die here...

It must have dishonored his chivalry...

At the moment when he was about to lose consciousness, he wailed in despair: "Whoever saves him, I can give it to you together with his soul!"

The author has something to say: the second update is here, please comment and collect (*￣▽￣)((≧︶≦*)