The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The black-haired young man raised his head and glanced into the distance as if in response.

"what happened?"

Peter noticed his movement and immediately looked at him with concern.

"It's okay," Abaddon froze for a moment, then replied with a smile, "I just feel that today will be a good day."

It was early in the morning, and Abaddon and Peter stood together in front of the temple gate, and the latter strongly urged the black-haired youth to take him with him—and Abaddon would hardly refuse any request from the little spider.

A gust of cold wind mingled with tides hit, blowing off countless dead leaves, and the early sun suddenly hid behind the clouds, Peter shivered.

"Are you cold, my friend?"

The black-haired young man's voice of concern drifted into his ears almost simultaneously, Peter's hands were held by a pair of warm hands, the black-haired young man's fingertips moved on the skin of his palm, and soon stopped.

"Okay, move the drawn thing to your mouth and swallow it."

Peter had done it a few times before, so he swallowed it without hesitation.

As his Adam's apple slides, the air enters his abdomen, and the little spider quickly feels the heat rising. Even in winter, his body has obviously become much warmer, and the continuous heat is transferred to his limbs, turning the original The reddish knuckles were warmed up again.

He was about to thank the black-haired young man when a soft, low-pitched bell suddenly reached his ears, as if it sounded from the inside of the earth.

After knocking five times, the door of the temple suddenly opened, revealing the dark hall inside.

"The lights are not on, please come in."

Then came Doctor Strange's voice.

Peter subconsciously looked for the black-haired young man's gaze. The latter stared at him quietly for a second, then suddenly reached out and patted Little Spider's tense shoulder.

"no need to worry."

The breathy voice spoke from the dark red lips of the black-haired young man, his black eyes filled with the mist of the morning, as long as he takes a look at the monarch of hell, his sense of everything in the world will quickly leave.

That's exactly what Peter did.

He took a deep breath, looked at the worried face of the black-haired youth, and turned to look at the temple.

He took another deep breath, looked at the dark-haired young man's eyes that gradually became dazed, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Abaddon: ………?

The Lord of Hell didn't quite understand the meaning of this set of operations, but he remained motionless in good temper, yelling that Peter had performed his suffocating set of operations.

"I'm not nervous anymore! Thanks...thank you."

The little spider also quickly realized the bewilderment of the black-haired youth, his face turned red suddenly, and he stumbled to express his thanks.

"You're welcome."

The black-haired young man was kind and generous, and stretched out a hand towards the little spider.

The hand was pale, slender, and delicate as if carved from marble.

The blue-blue light of the [-]am sky fell on his knuckles, turning the hand into a true work of art, one couldn't help but be dazzled by every gleam and color.

After Peter reacted, he had already handed over his paw, was gently held by this hand on the wrist, and walked towards where Doctor Strange was.

The black-haired young man was tall and long-legged. When he took one step, Peter wished he had to run two steps. When Peter was concentrating on his journey, the black-haired young man's low breath wafted into his ears.

"Sorry to come in with you in this way, my friend, I know you are looking forward to our trip to my hometown together, but I am very worried that he may find every opportunity to separate you and me... because we The area we are going to is very dangerous."

"It's okay!" Peter responded softly jerky, "I want to go with you, I will help."

The black-haired youth smiled slightly.

He doesn't smile often, and melancholy has almost become the main color of his face, like a deserted oil painting; but once he smiles sincerely, that smile is enough to dispel all negative emotions, and no one can take his eyes off him.

Peter staggered.

Doctor Strange, who was watching coldly from the sofa, almost sprayed tea.

———What kind of angel face, what kind of mythical and legendary figure from thousands of years ago, this is probably not the highest level of succubus in hell.

Abaddon: ?

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Now that he had reached the reception room, Shi Shiran, the lord of hell, sat down, and the little spider sat obediently in yesterday's position, waiting for Doctor Strange to finish his tea.

The air was quiet for a while.

In the huge room, the curtains were drawn, and the skylight fell straight into the room. There was only one candlestick with a candle on it. The dim light danced dimly on the outline of the object, outlining the simple and mysterious atmosphere of the magic side.

—————This must be some kind of temple-specific ritual!

Looking at the dancing orange light of the candlestick, the little spider thought of it this way.

"Only one candle?"

He suddenly heard the black-haired youth speak.

Doctor Strange froze for a moment, put the teacup by his lips back on the coaster, and couldn't help but think for a while.

……Yes, the temple is rich now, because the black-haired youth gave him a bundle of rewards for answering questions and acting together yesterday.

Not a stack, but a fist-thick bundle.

The fresh banknotes exude the most wonderful ink fragrance in the world, which is enough for anyone to savor. The light smoke mixed with the warm taste of the world, looks like a middle-aged and charming handsome man.

Facing the two question marks of "Why are you so rich", the black-haired young man smiled slightly, and took out a contract with the auction house from his windbreaker pocket.

He sent up the gold coins from ancient Babylon, and a complete set of gold utensils worn by noble female priests, and the price was naturally earth-shattering.

If the brunette wants to, he can even buy a building in New York.

"........."

In the eyes of the black-haired young man and the little spider, the mage was silent for a while, then got up and turned on the light.

The moment the bright light came down, the mage narrowed his eyes secretly in enjoyment, but the eyesight of the two people in this room was better than the other. Doctor Strange's expression change at this moment was like finding a red leaf in a tree of green leaves obvious.

Little Spider: …………

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The mage who turned on the light turned back, picked up the teacup and drank it down.

"Come on, come with me to the library."

His facial expression returned to seriousness, and his voice was also a cold bass, but both Abaddon and Peter had subtly... lost some of their awe of him since realizing that mages were pretty poor.

"library?"

The black-haired young man stood up and asked softly, "This word brings back some bad memories for me."

The little spider also frowned.

"Of course it's not the library inside the temple, but there are many precious and hidden books outside." Speaking of this, Doctor Strange paused, "I will check inside, and hope you can find relevant information from these books outside. "

"nature."

The black-haired young man answered this sentence with sincere gratitude in his eyes.

"Even if it is an external book, if it is placed in the outside world, it is a treasure that can shock many people. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

Strange replied a little stiffly.

How rigid his tone is, how skinny his magic cloak is.

A corner of the red cloth protruded quietly, and a rabbit ear was drawn on his back.

The black-haired young man looked at the mage and couldn't help smiling.

"Your cloak is very cute." The mage heard the black-haired young man's envious voice, "It seems to like you very much."

Doctor Strange: ?

This kind of situation didn't happen once or twice, and Doctor Strange had already memorized this process by heart.Quick as lightning, he clawed behind him, grabbed the corner of the magic cloak, and pulled it to his face.

It was a very finely folded rose.

As soon as he saw this flower, Strange couldn't help taking a breath, and the corners of his lips were straightened.

"...It's so good." The black-haired young man sighed, "Such a magic item that is loyal and full of love to its owner..."

Holding the flower in his hand, Doctor Strange heard the soft voice of the black-haired young man, neither angry nor smiling for a while.

—————No, my cloak is not expressing love to the owner, but offering flowers to you.

"Anyway, please do what you want."

The mage ended the topic abruptly, and pointed to the bookshelf placed against the wall in the reception room, "All the books I mentioned are there, and the coffee machine is here."

"Thank you very much." The black-haired young man glanced at the brand new coffee machine, then suddenly lowered his head, and made a solemn ancient salute to the mage.

"You are a very brave man, thank you for what you have done to this world, and as a person who lives with you on this earth, I am deeply grateful for your sacrifice."

The mage was stunned for a moment.

The sky was bright outside the window, the black-haired young man lowered his eyes, his complexion was clean, like an obedient lamb.

————— Strange didn't know, from Abaddon's perspective, the skylight also illuminated the mage's light blue eyes, slowly casting a glimmer of light inside.

"There is no need to say thank you."

While saying this, the mage took a step back, bowed his head deeply, and returned the courtesy.

Abaddon's eyes were peaceful, and he couldn't help smiling slightly as he watched the mage's billowing back when he left.

"Do you want coffee?"

He turned to ask Peter, who was already reading with a book in his arms.

"drink!"

The little spider answered after a while.

Half of his face was buried in the book, and in just a few minutes he had begun to devote himself fully, only his fluffy hair was exposed.

Abaddon watched him quietly for a moment, then turned back to make coffee.

Strange obviously used money to improve his life that day. The coffee was no longer instant, but relatively decent capsule coffee. The coffee machine was matched with a carton of capsule coffee. Hot water flowed out, and the aroma of the coffee made him It is refreshing.

He made himself a cup of sweet French vanilla, and made a cup of ordinary coffee with sugar and milk for the little spider. Abaddon carried the tray and returned to the sofa set in the reception room.

He had just picked up his share of coffee when the little spider poked its head out of the book.

"I have a question!"

"Excuse me, my friend." The black-haired young man said calmly, taking a sip of the dark brown liquid.

"About your hometown... how much do you remember? Are there any important features?"

Peter asked rather cautiously.

The black-haired young man swallowed his coffee and exhaled hot air.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the ceiling of the temple. His eyes were out of focus, as if he was looking for something in the void, like a homeless traveler who was soaked by rain.

There was a moment of silence, Abaddon said.

"I remember that my hometown used to flow out four beautiful rivers, life bloomed in them, gems and drums were constantly playing, there is no tree in the world that can be more luxuriant than the trees in my hometown, and the land is fertile..."

The voice of the black-haired youth gradually lowered.

Peter quickly remembered a few important points in his mind, and hurriedly pushed the tissue box in front of the black-haired young man.

The latter shook his head and smiled. The smile was sad but beautiful. A tear just slipped from the corner of his eye and hit the back of Peter's hand as he pushed the tissue box.

It was hot at first, and then cooled down quickly, like a small piece of ice.

"Can not go back."

The dark-haired young man whispered, "I...I can't go back."

【mission completed】

[The contract of lies has been unlocked. 】

[Please find Cain's treasure. 】

The ruler of hell looked far away, looking at the translucent light screen behind Peter.