The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Gabriel expressed just the right amount of surprise at Ken and Ugel's early return home.

When they opened the door, the archangel was lying on his back on the sofa, with half of his body hanging in the air, with his flexible waist leaning against the back of the sofa chair, eating ice cream in an extremely difficult posture.

Cat, is a liquid.

Archangels are also a liquid.

The sacred six-winged thorn that belongs to Gabriel rests on the sofa, fluttering occasionally, and every feather blows fluffy and comfortably, like a dandelion blown by warm wind.

"Does your back not hurt?"

After entering the door, he changed his shoes, took off his coat and sat down. On behalf of Ken and Sisley, Yogel expressed the deepest doubts in his heart.

The archangel shook his head wordlessly, as if he thought for a while whether he should continue to maintain this posture, and then he also found out that it was indecent, so he sat up reluctantly.

Restraining his wings, Gabriel crossed his long legs aggrievedly, and took a big mouthful of ice cream.

"What are you looking at?"

Sisley yawned sleepily, raised her arms, and Ken next to her immediately picked her up like a doll, and stuffed her next to Gabriel.

"Lunchtime talk show."

Gabriel answered her absent-mindedly, and the blue-purple eyes of the archangel reflected the bluish light, like a cat that has attracted all the attention, ready to go.

"Well."

Sisley responded with a meaningless monosyllable.

The two Sisleys leaned together, their expressions gradually assimilated, and they all turned into melted rice cake dumplings.

Sisley, who is wearing the angel skin, is sometimes more lazy than the main body, perhaps because there is a pair of heating blankets behind her for a long time, and the weather happens to be cold in autumn and winter, so the archangel feels sleepy more and more often.

He is also very good at enjoying life, the dark chocolate is grated into pieces and thrown into the ice cream bowl, star sugar and silver sugar beads, candied cherries and sweet orange pieces, mixed with various jams, it becomes quite a luxurious lethal dose.

Sisley nestled next to him, slowly changing from a sitting position to a lying position, curled up, watching the host on the TV screen laughing exaggeratedly.

"Where's Abaddon?"

After a while, the archangel took another scoop of ice cream and asked.

"Looks like I went to see Spider-Man."

Sisley ate the ice cream he handed over, and took his words casually.

"Well."

The archangel gritted the silver sugar beads between his teeth expressionlessly, making a crisp "cracking" sound.

He thought for a while, and pulled out a name from his memory.

"Peter Parker?"

"It's him." Sisley glanced at him in surprise, "You have a really good memory. He only appeared in one scene in the superhero series we watched."

"It's not about that."

Gabriel's movement of biting the silver sugar bead into pieces suddenly paused, and the white-haired young man stuck out his tongue expressionlessly, revealing an undamaged golden sugar bead on the surface of his tongue.

Sisley: ...

As the person who knows herself best, she didn't even have to think about it, and started to applaud cooperatively until Gabriel showed a satisfied expression visible to the naked eye, closed his mouth again, and crushed the golden sugar bead he specially showed.

"This one weighs differently," he whispered.

"As expected of you."

Sisley closed her eyes and blew.

"Hmm." Gabriel happily accepted the compliment, cleared his throat, and continued his previous topic.

"Abadon always mentions him to me."

said the archangel.

"Speak out! Tell me!"

Sisley didn't expect that Abaddon would talk to Gabriel alone, she didn't even watch the TV, and just stared at Gabriel intently.

"The evil contract on Abaddon hasn't completely lost its effect, you know that?"

Gabriel sighed softly, and reluctantly put the ice cream aside.

"I know." Sisley said.

"He didn't tell me much about this aspect, but I can guess some."

Gabriel gestured for Sisley to make room, then lay down on her lap.

The silver hair of the archangel spread over the girl's white skin, and it was hard to tell who was purer.

"Abadon's source of power is evil, and his skills are better able to detect the source of evil on a scale than his own."

Gabriel closed his eyes and thought for a while, then chose a more popular explanation, "So he has to figure out why he appears as Cain in front of Spider-Man."

"In other words, it was his strength that was one step ahead of him and decided the direction of things for him."

Sisley subconsciously smoothed Gabriel's soft, broken hair, and murmured.

"That's right."

The archangel opened his eyes, grabbed her troublesome little hand, and nodded in confirmation.

"And he felt that Spider-Man was the key point."

"Almost," Gabriel agreed with Sisley's words, "it's not a key point, but also a trigger point that he won't miss."

Compared with the rest of Sisley, Abaddon's personality always appears more cautious and calm. The black goat king burns with flames of power, but they also have the biting cold temperature of hell at the same time.

Abaddon will never be a hunter in the middle of the game, he is more inclined to be a spectator standing behind a monocular.

"Yes."

Abaddon's voice was low as if talking to himself.

"key point………"

He smiled to himself, cut off the energy connection on the other side of the hotel, and the noise of the street suddenly reappeared in his ears.

The sound of wind, light and shadow, and the smell of autumn poured into Abaddon's perception. The smell of evil, the smell of good, the lingering shadow and the soft blessing light, most people are neither good nor bad, only a few Several colors stand out.

———A plain-looking man walked by, the lord of hell frowned, and looked at him calmly.

Before the man looked back sensitively, Abaddon calmly withdrew his gaze and made a mark on the man's head. When he took off the disguise of Cain, the lord of hell would come to visit.

The roaring and crying voice of the innocent soul faded away with the man, and Abaddon waited patiently for a while, until a pure white figure appeared at the end of his vision.

In the shadow of light gray and dark blue, pure white can be said to be quite conspicuous.

"Waiting."

The monarch of hell smiled confidently and straightened his cuffs.

Peter Parker also often set foot on this street.

When he was Spider-Man, the spider silk took him whistling over the pedestrians on the street. When he was a high school student, he had to pass by this street countless times with his schoolbag on his back, but this was the first time he felt the difference on the street. The weird atmosphere of the past.

It wasn't the panic of aliens attacking New York, nor the panic of bloody incidents, but there were burning eyes in the crowd, interesting whispers in the wind, and the faces of countless people seemed to have a direction. Bloom in one direction.

He had a vague guess in his heart, and looked over there along the crowd, and it turned out to be true.

"This way!"

Speechless for just a moment, Peter, who has gradually adapted to this scene, struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, waved to his friend on the steps, and signaled him to come over quickly.

Standing in the sun, the black-haired young man looked like a sculpture that had been finely painted with a layer of beautiful colors, and was given the ability to be revived by magic. A black umbrella hung on his fingertips. His face was as white as the first snow, but his eyes Melancholy as a long winter night.

Hearing his call, Cain looked into his eyes with a slight surprise, and then showed a smile that was more touching than flowers.

Peter: "..."

His heart skipped a beat for an instant, and it took a second for him to hear jealous inhalations around him.

Again, he's pretty sure he's straight, but Cain's smile is just too compelling, a charm that transcends gender and age.

Abaddon: No one in the world can refuse the devil's smile and request.

"Let's make an appointment to meet in the cafe next time..."

Peter muttered, walking beside the black-haired youth, trotting to keep up with him, "Why did you bring an umbrella?"

"To keep out the rain, my friend."

As if hearing a question of "why one plus one equals two", Cain glanced at him in surprise, slowly pushed the handle of the umbrella up with his pale knuckles, and propped up the black umbrella on top of Peter's head.

"No... Huh?"

Just as Peter was about to reject this overly conspicuous kindness, he suddenly noticed tiny water spots fainting on the ground.

The rain fell more and more densely in an instant, covering the exclamation of passers-by, and knocked on the black umbrella, making a dull and soft sound.On the whole street, only Cain and his umbrella were calm, and together with Peter, for the first time, he enjoyed the joy of not having to dodge in a sudden rain.

"Sun rain is always a beautiful and unexpected scene, even I will miss its symbol inadvertently."

Cain stuck next to him, softly answered the question just now, and immediately heard Peter let out a long "wow", like a rather easy-to-twist little lamb.

———— Deceitful.

The Lord of Hell thought happily.

——— He had asked Gabriel to make the rain.

Spider-Man knows nothing about some vile tastes of the Lord of Hell. After seeing the other party draw a teleportation totem freehand, and eating the magic pill given by the other party that can hear other people's voices, Peter is now convinced of Cain's ability. suspect.

When he met Peter for the second time, Abaddon had already firmly established the character of "Cain" in front of Peter: a mysterious and weak man who had no combat power and only had some strange magic. The first time they met, Peter, who had been hinted by the devil in various ways, naturally became defenseless.

"Where do you want to go today?" asked the little spider.

"Maybe you can show me the city's library, my friend." He heard Cain's soft, smiling voice, "I always tend to learn about a city from books and historical records, maybe I'm just too old And it's too stubborn, I really need to build an overall impression in my mind now, and then gradually enrich her."

"Like painting a painting?"

After spending three days with Cain, Peter has gradually adapted to the strange tone of his new friend from time to time. He retorted with a serious face, "No, you are not old, I think this method is also very good."

"Then what is your method?"

The black-haired young man gently tilted the handle of the umbrella to protect the little spider's fluffy hair, ignoring that his woolen windbreaker was slightly wet on one shoulder.Peter was about to stop him from doing so, but looking up at Cain's smiling but unquestionable expression, he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

The little spider couldn't help thinking silently: Cain is really a gentle and good person.

"what,"

Thinking of this, Peter's mood also became quite good, "I like to visit the whole city first, such as riding the Ferris wheel, roller coaster, etc., and then go to see the aquarium and museum, and where to eat is quite good. It would be fun to check out urban legends and the like based on some popular posts at the end!"

After finishing speaking, the little spider felt a little ashamed belatedly.

The itinerary he mentioned sounds a little... childish.

But Cain gave him a reaction that even the little spider couldn't think of.

"What's a roller coaster?" the black-haired young man asked, and the sunlight fell into his misty black eyes, allowing Peter to clearly see his confusion. "Is that a new type of car?"

Abaddon: *plays dumb*

Little Spider: ......

The little spider felt a little pity for the elderly.

The little spider's awareness of "Cain came from thousands of years ago" has increased!

"It's a kind of amusement --" facility.

Just as Peter was about to answer, he was shocked by the expression of the black-haired young man.

They had already walked 500 meters away at this time, and there were very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them were spreading out to avoid the rain.

The rare sun rain in New York is as beautiful as Cain said, and there is the pure gold of the sun in every raindrop, but none of these can warm the face of the youth.

Cain raised his head slightly, his eyes followed something that Peter couldn't see, and stayed on it for a long time.

His face was expressionless, his lips were bright red, as if they were soaked in blood, and his anger turned into some kind of frightening fuel that was burning intensely, making Cain's face even paler.

"……How are you?"

The little spider shivered, and asked tremblingly, "Do you hate roller coasters? I'm sorry..."

The black-haired young man shook his head, his expression still very bad.

After a pause, he forced a smile.

"No, no apologies, Roller Coaster sounds like an interesting name, and I'd love to try it."

"Is there anything over there?"

Seeing that Cain finally showed a smile, Peter was keenly aware of the relaxed atmosphere, and asked cautiously, "You don't seem very happy."

"my friend……"

The black-haired youth hesitated to speak.

His gaze passed over Peter and landed on the solemn and ancient building not far behind them, as if he saw some answer in the void.

"……Do you believe me?"

Peter heard the black-haired youth's voice disappearing softly into the wind.

"I believe it! Of course I believe it." The little spider replied without thinking.

"In that case, I can tell you, my friend."

The black-haired young man smiled softly, and he looked down at Peter with tenderness and pity hidden in his eyes.

"My intuition tells me that there are some things hidden in that library, some very bad... things."

Little Spider:? ? ?

He immediately grabbed Cain's wrist and ran over there quickly.

"Don't disturb it."

Abaddon obediently let him clamp his wrist, also ignoring the rain that wet his windbreaker, and only reminded Peter with a light voice.

"what!"

Startled by these words, the little spider immediately stopped and let go of the black-haired young man's wrist.

"It's still lurking inside, very quiet." Cain said in a sleepy voice, and under the surprised and guilty eyes of the little spider, he nonchalantly rubbed his wrist that was turning blue, "Shh, I don't Know what that thing is, but it's bad..."

In the void invisible to Peter, huge goat horns gradually emerged from the back of the black-haired youth's head.

The pitch-black scales reflected an ominous light, and the cloak grazed the ground silently. His shadow in the sun began to distort, showing a chaotic vortex, and his fingers became more slender. Tarantulas move nimbly.

At this moment, the thin young man tilted his head slightly, covering the terrifying expression on his face with his black hair.

The eyes of the ruler of hell burst into scarlet light, disgust mixed with pure ecstasy, and became some kind of inhuman cold expression, enough to make any prey shudder.

"...very bad..."

Delicious... stuff.

When pushing open the door of the library, Abaddon licked his lower lip, trying to hide a perverted low laugh.

[Hell's Black Goat King Synchronization Level: 19%]

"It's over."

Sisley shrank into a little fur ball tortured by life on the sofa, and the warm room temperature couldn't change the frequency of her shivering.

"Abadon started again."

[Hell's Black Goat King Synchronization Level: 23%]

Sisley: ………

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She rolled into Gabriel's arms, and the two Sisleys lay peacefully on the sofa, stacked together, like two sticky rice cakes.

"Abadon asked you to do it, have you done it?"

Sisley asked.

Gabriel was folded under her, and nodded sullenly upon hearing this.

The scent of violets and the smell of vanilla on Sisley's body are mixed together, like a noble ice cream in a Michelin three-star restaurant, but a six-star prop is by no means a harmless dessert.

Ten minutes earlier, Gabriel sat up reluctantly after finishing a bowl of ice cream, clasped his hands together, and began to silently say some prayer that she couldn't understand or hear.

The archangel closed her eyes, her slender fingers resting on her pale pink lips, her snow-white eyelashes trembling peacefully, like snow that would never melt.

When Sisley couldn't help leaning forward and reached out to touch the tip of his eyelashes, a heavy rain fell outside the hotel without warning.

The sun shone through the rain, shining brightly and densely, like shining golden crystals. She quickly jumped off the sofa and rushed to the side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, seeing the passers-by downstairs hiding from the rain in embarrassment.

Sisley: ………

"Be honest." Gabriel had already opened her eyes, and she asked him rather speechlessly, "What are you doing?"

"It's raining sun."

Gabriel looked at her innocently.

Sisley choked, and suddenly felt a little bit of subtle humor from this conversation, and she didn't care about Gabriel's weird chicken-to-duck talk on the radio.

……

"What about you?"

Thinking of Abaddon's actions in the past few days, Sisley, who was paralyzed into a piece of cake, asked in a low voice, enduring the discomfort caused by a low-grade fever.

"Gabriel, did you have to do anything when you were an archangel?"

"not yet."

The archangel thought for a while, and then told her slowly.

"But don't worry," he said, sounding like some kind of pious oath, "we're not going to let anything happen to you."

There was a soft sound of firing from the kitchen, and Sisley and Gabriel looked there together.

Ken and Ugel are not in the living room, they are busy in the open kitchen.

————It seems that a new batch of ripe figs has grown in Ugel's garden, and the two of them are preparing to make them into fig jam.

Ken is in charge of the scoop, and the raw material provider is Yogurt.The porcelain vases were picked out by the little prince like picking out coins, and they were placed in a row clangingly. The metal pattern shimmered luxuriously under the kitchen light.

As the heat rises, so does the sweetness of the syrup.

Ugel took out a small knife inlaid with gemstones, and peeled the figs into pieces. The handsome boy washed his hands in a good-tempered manner, holding his small rubber band in his sharp canine teeth, and tied it to pieces in a rather unfamiliar way. hair.

Sisley looked at it for a while and then turned her gaze.

She stared at Ken who was busy, and her eyes swept over his strong shoulders and neck. The man was wearing a black T-shirt, showing a sense of security that was easy to be touched.

"Sleep when you're tired."

Gabriel touched her skin and shared their senses. Just as Sisley yawned restrainedly, a large snow-white, warm wing came down from her back, providing a support for the stacked Sisley pancakes. The perfect sleepy bed.

After a while, the big wings on the other side also quietly folded down, adding another gentle trap.

Sisley: @#%…&*

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Before falling asleep, she struggled to take out her phone and sent Mephisto a last message, lying on the back of the Archangel's slightly bitter violet fragrance, and closed her eyes peacefully.

"Mephisto, where are you?"

Mephisto: @#%...&*!!!

To be honest, when she received this news, Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, really had the urge to go back to the hotel, pull out her main body and rub it violently.

The one who understands oneself best is always the other self. After reading this message from a text message instead of a system chat room, Mephisto knew that the evil buff of the sweet little villain Ontology had activated again.

————The main body is playing her.

More importantly, bad, Mephisto felt that his desire to perform was also being stimulated by the ontology.

"you."

Standing in the body full of bullet marks, blood, and the life and death of the enemy, the beautiful woman with light purple long hair looked at Dick and suddenly spoke.

Her voice was jerky and weird, with a hint of hoarseness, like a rotting rose in the fog.

"Tell Sisley, I'm picking out skirts with you."

"reason?"

Red Hood was the first to blow his hair, and asked with a sneer.

Sisley, who was dressed in rose skin, took a deep breath, her head was about to explode because of her being forced to add scenes, but she pressed Sisley's shy and pitiful expression like a cat's anger, and fell to On Mephisto's virtual body, it became a naked threat.

The woman's face was expressionless, her aura was rising steadily, and the red ribbon behind her back began to shake regularly again, as if a harbinger of a poisonous snake's attack——

"I promise, I promise, it's absolutely fine." Dick was about to break out in a cold sweat, and forced a smile.

The red ribbon stopped shaking, changed direction, and pointed to the phone in his hand.

"...No problem, I'll send a text message right away."

Dick's face changed slightly, but he still agreed.

In the suffocating silence, he found Sisley's address book, quickly clicked on the text message interface, typed a few words, sent it, and then held the phone in front of Mephisto, so that she could see clearly what he had sent. That sentence.

Mephisto read the sentences on the phone screen and found that there was no problem.

Mephisto was very satisfied.

Mephisto withdrew the red ribbon.

After thinking about it, she still held her mobile phone in front of her brother, letting the blue fluorescence flash past his retina.

Although it was only a few seconds, both Dick and Jason had excellent dynamic vision, so they could clearly see Chagan from Sisley on it.

Dick: ...

Jason: .........?

Like an unbreakable collar on the neck of a wild beast, the vicious dog is chained to a certain extent by the owner. Jason Todd was surprised that "such a woman who eats human blood without blinking an eye would answer such a stupid question." ", Second, suddenly a little more understanding, why Batman would allow such a beast to appear beside his family.

"Quick fight."

The two young men were still looking at each other and playing charades, Mephisto folded his arms, already impatient.

"You want to come with us—? Forget it, I didn't say it."

Seeing the look on the woman's face, Dick wisely swallowed the first sentence, and began to briefly explain what they might meet at the port later.

Even though he was not at ease with Mephisto, when he watched her stand aside coldly, a little peace of mind rose in Dick's heart strangely.

Mephisto is very strong, the type that makes people breathe a sigh of relief when it lands on the friendly side, but makes your back tingle when it lands on the enemy.

———With Mephisto, Jason and Dick's work efficiency can be increased several times.

From the very beginning, the data analyzed by Batman revealed that this woman was terrifyingly capable.

If a normal person will gradually become exhausted due to the prolonged battle, Mephisto will become stronger due to the prolonged battle.

Her red ribbon enables her to kill and stop killing, and she herself seems to have no moral principles. What's more frightening is that even as strong as Superman has weaknesses, her weaknesses are still unknown.

"...So that's probably the case. Their thug squad seems to have been injected with this undiluted agent, which produces a strong acidic liquid when it explodes, and some of them burn in flames, like a zombie virus."

Dick concluded, seeing Mephisto's lack of reaction, pulling his brother aside.

"She's not—" A mutant?

Standing in the corner, Jason glanced at Mephisto's red ribbon and asked in a low voice.

"No."

Dick shook his head and asked him back.

"What are you doing here?"

"Leave me alone?"

Jason snapped back directly.

"........."

Dick looked at his poorly painted red hood and sighed vaguely.

He didn't say anything forcefully, but patted his younger brother on the shoulder. The latter shook his goosebumps with aversion and jumped three meters away from him.

Mephisto over there was thinking to himself.

The three words "Red Hood" are like some kind of wonderful incantation, obviously echoing in my mind, but I can't remember what it is for a while.Familiar...a fairly familiar name...

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 12%]

The overheated brain calmed down, and as the bloody smell gradually faded, Mephisto had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly extracted that key information in his mind.

Red Hood, appeared in the story of a super-English movie, he is Jason Todd, the second generation of Robin, Sisley's body was also seen in the Batcave, and that body was locked in a glass cabinet , the empty bloody Robin suit——

"...Second Brother?"

The red lips of the purple-haired woman moved slightly, subconsciously uttering the word.

She didn't restrain her voice, so Nightwing and Red Hood in the corner heard it clearly.

"Is this the call...?"

Jason was close enough to hear Dick mumble when he was too shocked.

"........."

His face darkened suddenly, and he glared at the stupid big brother.

Dick: Huh!It's time!

Jason: ...

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Mephisto didn't care about the turbulent emotions of the two people on the opposite side. She was anxious to clear the monsters and go home, and once the ribbon of desire was opened, she kept churning in her mind. The huge cargo ship moored in the port.

"This batch of medicine is quite scary. You haven't seen it with your own eyes, so you don't know."

Dick was silent for a few seconds, but he still told Mephisto, "Let's subdue the people in the warehouse together first, and then we will split up."

Mephisto: ?

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The overwhelming red ribbons gushed out from the woman's uneven body, and the scene was quite spectacular and paradoxical.

The red hood, who had expected it for a long time, clicked his tongue, flexibly avoided the range of movement of those red ribbons, and kindly pulled Ye Yi who was standing next to him, watching them crash into the gate of the port warehouse in a mighty way, tearing them apart The welded steel swarmed in again.

First there was the sound of guns firing, then bullet casings jingling to the ground, screams were heard endlessly, bones were broken, and the hell-like mess of modernist "music" filled Dick and Jason's eardrums.

Even though he felt that there should be no room for development, Nightwing still rushed into the warehouse, and so did Red Hood.

Stepping on the red ribbons winding like snakes all over the ground, Jason caught a thug who was getting up wobbly. The opponent seemed to be knocked away by the first wave of red ribbon attacks and flew a few meters, and passed out briefly. A fish that slipped through the net.

Seeing the tall red hooded man, the thug let out an inhuman roar from his throat and jumped on it.

Quickly and precisely grasping his arm, Jason twisted it fiercely, and the thug neighed miserably, and the muscles he grabbed actually shriveled slowly.

Jason's heart rang out in an instant. He let go of his hand, and saw half of the injected needle lying in the thug's fist.

thump thump.

Dick's description of people who inject injections "exploding" and "spraying acid" still echoed in his mind, Jason's first reaction was to protect his vitals with his arms, and fell as far away from the thugs as possible—— —

The darkness abruptly covered his face, and even his body was tightly wrapped.The darkness is soft, airtight, and difficult to break free from. Jason moved a few times amidst the bloody smell coming towards his face, and felt that he suddenly smelled the fragrance of roses, as if flowers had bloomed on the corpse. garden.

"...Fuck, it's this damn thing."

He quickly realized what it was, after all, he had been wrapped in it twice in an hour like freshly mummified.

It's Mephisto's red ribbon.

It's slow to say, but it happened quite quickly; the second the red ribbon jumped up and wrapped Jason into a silkworm baby, the thug who fell crookedly on the ground ended his convulsions, and suddenly burst into laughter with a scream. open.

The apple-green acid exploded all over the floor, corroding the concrete walls and floor tiles. Jason was shocked to the ground by the explosion, and the dim light in the warehouse suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

———Those soft red ribbons were corroded with some irregular holes in front of his eyes, and they quickly recovered and regenerated.

He blinked, and saw the purple-haired woman standing beside him with a calm expression.

A red ribbon stretched out towards him like a hand pulling him up.

"........."

Jason put his hand into the red ribbon silently, and was pulled up with that force.

"You saved me." He said suddenly.

Mephisto: ...?

Isn't it right for me to save my second brother...?

That's what Mephisto thought, but Mephisto didn't bother to say it. Half of the warehouse is full of sour people like the explosion just now. In the eyes of Mephisto and her red ribbon, it is the packaging of milk , there was a wrong batch of goods, and it was filled with expired and spoiled yogurt milk.

—————What kind of suffering does a child have to drink that kind of thing?

Mephisto is very angry, Mephisto is going to lose his temper.

Sisley slept quite peacefully on the sofa. A warm blanket was added to her body, and two fluffy wings were missing. She was completely unaware of the archangel's withdrawal and departure.

Ken has quit making fig jam and becomes Gabriel and walks over to take over.

[Desire Ribbon Synchronization Level: 23%]

The blond man silently raised his hand, touched Sisley's black hair that was wet from the melted ice pack, removed the ice patch for her, and put the broken hair back behind her ears.

"She's not burning?"

Yogel, who was on the opposite side of the sofa, watched the TV series silently for more than an hour. At this meeting, Ken made a sudden movement and asked a question with concern.

The blond man nodded silently.

Even in her sleep, Sisley rubbed the hand comfortably, then buried her head deeper into Ken's arms.

"She has no strength at all, have you noticed it?"

Yogel asked suddenly.

After a pause, Ken nodded his head in agreement.

"I don't think it's a normal state of affairs."

Ugel's worried eyes fixed on Sisley.

Ken didn't nod or shake his head, just quietly waiting for his next words.

"When we meet more people..." Ugel hesitated to speak, "Maybe, in the end, she will meet a truly qualified similar person."

----do not you?

Ken calmly looked at the little prince sitting opposite him.

Without Sisley acting as an interpreter, the little prince miraculously understood what Ken was thinking.

His eyes softened, he picked up a strand of fluffy curly hair on his shoulder, wrapped it around his finger twice, and let it slip loosely.Ken's eyes followed his movements, and the lavender curls almost shone like silk in the afternoon sun.

"I can't be regarded as her qualified kind."

Yogel said softly, "I will still feel very lonely, but you, you, on the way forward, you have each other, there will be no closer connection in the world than you, not even blood relatives. "

Ken listened quietly.Before making eye contact with Ugel, he restrained his gaze away first, like a frozen stone statue.

"However, I still have a hunch..."

The little prince didn't notice Ken's little gesture.

After a moment of silence, he let out a complicated sigh, ending the conversation.

"She's the most special one I've ever met."