Kuaichuan is pampered and coquettish

Chris hugged the body of the person in his arms tightly, stepped ashore with the sound of Ye Ye, and the surrounding world changed in an instant.

He put the person on the soft, white velvet blanket, with a pure smile, "Angels and vampires are destined not to be together. Only by succumbing to depravity can I keep you by my side."

Kissed the vampire's cold fingertips lightly, "From now on, it's enough for you to have me."

Rong Shu opened his mouth with difficulty to say something, but his body was weak and he could only make some vague breath sounds.

He clenched Chris's arm tightly and tried to lift his heavy eyelids, but the other party suddenly bent over to seal his breath, and the lingering and forceful kiss made him a little breathless.

The physiological tears oozing from the corners of his eyes were kissed away by Chris lovingly and tenderly. He gently rubbed the delicate and smooth face of the person below him, his bloody eyes shone brightly, "Will I be in Raphael's dream?"

He lowered his head and put his forehead against Rongshu's, "I've been thinking about you all these years, will Raphael miss me like I miss you?"

Having said that, a few blushes appeared on Chris's fair face, and the bright red tip of his tongue lightly brushed over his white teeth, looking very attractive, "You look really pitiful the way you are now."

The fallen angel's slender fingertips brushed the vampire's wet silver hair, cool and delicate side face, and the fine clothes sticking to the skin. The corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction, and the darkness in his eyes became more and more unclear.

Having lost his vision, his other senses were magnified several times. Rong Shu could clearly feel Chris's hand all the way down, and his soft, silky voice was tinged with a hint of danger as he stroked, "Do you have any questions?" Ever met Jesse?"

As he gradually increased his strength, Rong Shu's originally chaotic consciousness became a little clearer, his face was pale, his breath was weak, "No...no."

After getting the answer he wanted, Chris suddenly stopped what he was doing, stared at the terrified face of the other party, and the smile on the corners of his lips became bigger, "That's good."

He let go, and gently stroked Rong Shu's beautiful collarbone, and gently licked the water droplets on the other's slender eyelashes with the tip of his tender red tongue.

Feeling the cool softness falling on his lips, Rong Shu obediently opened his mouth to swallow the other's soft tongue, and the physiological tears gathered in the corners of his eyes slowly slipped into his hair.

Chris looked at the mist in Rong Shu's eyes, but his heart became more and more ruthless, and the kiss was fierce and passionate.

Until the smell of blood was overflowing between the lips and teeth of the two, he still refused to let go of each other, kissing deep into the throat, Rong Shu remained in a passive position, being dizzy by Chris, feeling the spread of Kerui's blood in his mouth. The sweet scent of blood full of dark energy, he instinctively hooked the blood that made him slightly obsessed.

So sweet... With a rich and seductive dark power, the powerful energy easily overwhelmed the energy in his own lost blood.

Chris saw that Rong Shu sucked the blood in his mouth a little hastily, his pure blood eyes curved up happily, and his sharp fangs skillfully cut through his own mouth, ferrying the blood into the opponent's mouth.

Regardless of whether it is an angel, a demon or a vampire, most of his energy is contained in his blood, but he doesn't care about the loss of energy at all, and feeds Rong Shu on his own, teasing the other's tongue wantonly.

Rong Shu panted slightly for a while before he recovered, until the other party fell on his lips and sucked a kiss, "Just stay with me like this, okay?"

The vampire youth nodded drowsily, and the next moment his chin was pinched violently and he raised his head.

Facing Chris's seemingly bottomless gaze, Rong Shu blinked his eyes blankly, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

The cold voice of the other party rang in his ears, "But I saw the prophecy from the prophetic angel in the temple, he said that I can't keep you.

An exquisite and elegant white marble palace is quietly suspended in the lingering clouds and mist. Two angels in white robes are guarding the door. But he was relentless.

Ancient characters are engraved on the surrounding pillars, like incantations during prayer, solemn and sacred.

This is the Temple of the Prophetic Angels, the heart of the Seventh Heaven.

The sound of footsteps from far to near is very light.

Until someone walked up tens of thousands of steps step by step and appeared in front of them, a faint soft halo sprinkled on that person, the silky smooth blond hair made his skin whiter and more moist, and the snow-white holy robe was loose and soft, crystal clear The feet are wrapped with ancient and holy divine patterns.

Four pairs of huge white wings protruded from his back, which was the symbol of the archangel.

The person who came happened to be the youngest Archangel of the Celestial Clan, the youngest son of the God King, Seraphim Chris.

The two angels saluted respectfully, "Archangel."

"Yeah." Chris replied lightly, and slowly stepped into the hall.

Under the feet are white stones that can only accommodate one person, floating in the air, stretching all the way to the huge square stone platform in the center of the hall.

Standing on it is an elegant and handsome angel in white clothes. The five pairs of huge wings behind him symbolize his status as a holy angel. He is the most noble existence in the seventh heaven.

The prophetic angel has no name, or in other words, no one knows his name except the God of the Nine Heavens.

"Kris, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The prophetic angel hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, his pair of light golden pupils could only peek at the oracle but could not see anything, but he rubbed the golden softness of the young angel effortlessly. hair.

Chris let the prophetic angel rub his hand enough to put down his hand, and then he said, "I'm here this time to ask one thing."

A clear smile appeared on the elegant face of the prophecy angel, "You can't keep him."

Hearing such an answer, his heart suddenly tightened. He looked up at the tall angel in front of him, with a sad and hopeless expression, "I really like him...I like him very much, but he... .”

"Silly boy." The prophecy angel gently tapped his forehead with his fingertips, his voice was as clear as spring water, "Vampires and singers are natural soul mates, since the beginning of chaos, no vampire can resist the singer lure."

"If he can barely restrain himself from staying away from the singer and being with you, he has done a good job."

Hearing this, Chris' pupils suddenly lit up. He opened his eyes slightly and said happily, "Does that mean he loves me too? He is willing to give up his destined singer for me?"

Thinking about it this way, most of the resentment towards his lover who had never even looked at him when he was about to die suddenly dissipated.

The prophetic angel shook his head slowly after hearing his words.

Chris's heart trembled, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Shake your head...what do you mean?

The prophetic angel's expression remained unchanged, "I can't see through his fate. God told me that he does not belong to this world...he is an outsider."

Chris accurately grasped the key points, "Outsider? Then he will leave this world? I can't keep him?"

The prophetic angel didn't nod, but continued, "He came for you, but he doesn't love you."

"Come here for me? Then...why, don't you love me?"

The angel of prophecy looked at Chris's confused and fragile appearance, and the lines in his eyes turned, "He came with a purpose, and he will leave naturally when the purpose is achieved... Chris, you are still too simple. "

"No...it won't..." Chris shook his head vigorously. For him now, he doesn't expect Raphael to love him, but only hopes that the other party will always be with him.

Never leave his side.

Seemingly seeing what he was thinking, the prophetic angel said, "He will leave this world, but you will leave with him."

Chris widened his eyes in surprise, "Really?"

The prophetic angel responded, "Yes."

Chris was a little excited, his face flushed slightly, "Then... how can I leave with him?"

The prophetic angel glanced at him indifferently, "Sorry, God didn't tell me."

Human hearts are always greedy, and they often want better things when they get it. Chris asked again, "Then how can I make him fall in love with me?"

The prophecy angel pondered slightly, "If he doesn't like you, you can stay by his side and slowly develop feelings. If he rejects your approach, you can also force him to stay by your side. Feelings can be cultivated."

Chris froze for a moment, then a blush gradually spread to his cheeks and earlobes, "I see."

The prophecy angel was right. In fact, it is good to just tie people by your side like this. At least you can be together every day, and you have to be bound by him in everything you do, and you don't have to be afraid of Rong Shu running around and hooking up with others.

Thinking of this, Chris's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to grab the other's fair wrist. Rong Shu was slightly at a loss, but his face suddenly turned pale the next moment.

The wrist was broken and made a toothache sound. Rong Shu's face turned pale from the pain, and he struggled to get out of Chris's pressure, but he was pressed to the ground, and his limbs were broken in the same way.

Rong Shu was in severe pain all over his body, but what made him more concerned was that his powerful self-healing ability as a vampire seemed to have failed.

The broken tendons in the hands and hamstrings have not been repaired. It is estimated that Chris has done something to him again.

No, not right.

Rong Shu's face changed, not only his self-healing ability, but also his power as a vampire was all sealed.

Chris healed his wound, gently licked the blood that had slipped off, played with the two weak wrists in satisfaction, and bit his earlobe, "Do you love me?"

Rong Shu felt that his body no longer belonged to him, he looked at the snow-white ceiling above his head with distracted eyes and hummed.

After hearing what he said, Chris suddenly laughed, with a lukewarm expression, "But the prophetic angel said, you don't love me."

Rong Shu, ".." So you can ask a ghost.

Seeing him acquiescing, Chris couldn't help being sad when he was confirmed even though he already knew the truth.

He pursed his lips, and pulled Rong Shu into his arms. Since the two of them were about the same size, they couldn't hold them together, so he pulled up a white velvet blanket to wrap them up.

Hugging each other, resting his head on the person's shoulder, he sniffed for a long time.

Rong Shu had the same cold and faint smell as him, it wasn't a fragrance, but it smelled good, and it gave him a very comfortable and relaxed feeling.It smelled very reassuring, but in fact this person did not reassure him at all.

There was a long silence, neither of them spoke, until Chris suddenly broke the deadlock, "The prophecy angel said, you will leave sooner or later, I can only keep you if I become stronger, so I chose to fall."

Because of the pain and the loss of the power of a vampire, Rong Shu couldn't concentrate. He vaguely heard what Chris said, but he didn't have the energy to identify it carefully.

Chris stroked the young man's face lightly, his expression was gloomy, "I fell asleep in the blood fountain for an unknown amount of time, but when I woke up, I saw you."

He lowered his head and licked the other's slender eyelashes, and transformed a black ribbon around the other's eyes, "It seems that we are still destined."