The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley: *Ah Chirp! *

Ever since she was sent back to the room by her old father, the tip of her nose had been inexplicably itchy. At this time, she couldn't help but sneezed a little, and then her shoulders sank slightly.

A look of disapproval appeared on the eyebrows of the monarch of hell. He took off his scarlet cloak and surrounded Sisley properly.

The small Sisley and the big Sisley were stacked together, like a pool of soft rice cakes. Sisley's body was suddenly wrapped around Destiny's neck by a circle of soft fur, and she couldn't help but tilted in confusion. head.

"Don't catch a cold." The big Sisley said softly.

When he walked out of the void 3 minutes ago, Abaddon's goat horns stood tall, every part of his body shone with dizzying ominous light, and even his hands had a pair of black silk gloves.

Abaddon, who was more than two meters tall with the goat's horns, lowered his head slightly, avoiding the light in Sisley's room, and turned to straighten his body, smiling and opening his arms to the stunned her.

When his different pupils and goat horns appeared together, the Lord of Hell lost the purity and handsomeness of a jade man, and became extremely evil instead.

In Sisley's room, the full-length mirror that can only illuminate the whole body completely reflects the scene of "the devil bewitching the innocent girl".

"Come here."

The seductive laugh of the Lord of Hell echoed softly in the room.

Just like Abaddon saw the reddish tip of Sisley's nose, Sisley also saw the tiredness and interest hidden deep in her other eye.

Even in normal times, she would not refuse a hug from her, let alone when they reunite after such a long absence.

Like a light bird flying to its nest, Sisley ran towards the two-meter-tall skinny black-haired beauty, and was easily picked up by the latter. After a while, Abaddon's jaw gradually touched the top of Sisley's head , Sisley was held in his arms like this, as if he was hugging a small pillow.

On the body of the black-haired beauty with different eyes, the smell of cedar is covered by another strange cold fragrance: the smell of metal and incense is intertwined, and there is a vague smell of blood in the middle.

"I left you a lot of afternoon tea, but you never came back."

Sisley nestled in the arms of her other self, and couldn't help but whispered.

"........."

Abaddon withdrew his pensive eyes, lowered his head, and touched the face of the main body sadly and aggrieved.

The cold silk gently rubbed Sisley's face, like a gust of night wind.

"Really, what are there?" Sisley, who was dressed in goatskin, asked.

"Soufflé, red velvet cake...Alfred made escargot," Sisley recalled, "but none of you came back, so I ate a double portion by myself."

Abaddon:!

Sisley, who was wearing a goatskin, recalled Alfred's craftsmanship, and couldn't help curling her lips in sadness for everything she had missed.

The black-haired beauty bowed her head quietly, her expression was melancholy and unspeakable, her side face was in the sunlight, like an impeccable marble statue.

Sisley got up from his arms, knelt and sat opposite him, straightened her other side forcefully, and held his head.

Sisley in goat skin: ...?

Abaddon obediently opened his eyes, with dark green and jet black eyes, one sparked everywhere, and the other was as cold as the morning fog in London, shaking Sisley's eyes for a while.

"——but today's afternoon tea, I'll save it for you!"

She threw away this beautiful face that no one could resist, and announced as if fleeing.

Abaddon: ?

Although he didn't know why, he still stood up happily.

.........

Alfred's afternoon tea today is a cherry tart.

When Sisley took out the plate from the cabinet, the dark red sweet sauce flowed along the snow-white cream mousse, barely stopping at the edge of the golden tart crust.

Sitting on the top are several large cherries that are plump and sparkling like rubies. They look like they have been properly boiled, showing a stunning red color.

Abaddon:!

Sisley has the most keen control over the emotions of her other self. While beckoning him to sit down, she took out the half-drunk bottle of orange juice, which was also placed on the table.

"…………"

Then Sisley saw that Abaddon's eyes lit up following the bottle of orange juice, like a cat hearing the whirring of a snack bag.

Every Sisley has a taste that is almost the same as the main body, and every Sisley loves to drink orange juice.

The ruler of hell didn't take off his gloves even when he was eating, and the silver fork against the black cloth was weird and pleasing to the eye.

When he forked out the third mouthful of cream mousse, Sisley suddenly asked.

"What did you do?"

Abaddon didn't even pause his hand, but threw the mouthful of cream mousse between his lips and teeth, licked the fork, and then put down his hand.

"The link between you and me was broken once, and Mephisto and I broke the link twice..." Sisley's voice was a little stuttering, "Can you tell me what you are doing? You can also warn me in advance. Can."

"We are fighting the power of the other world."

Abaddon thought for a while and answered solemnly.

Sisley, who was dressed in goatskin, had a calm expression, without any trace of guilt.

He added some more details, "Mephisto was on an adventure with Iron Man, and I was commuting between New York and New Haven during this time, Doctor Strange and I were looking for a way to prevent abnormal forces from entering the table world. .”

"Then have you found it?"

Sisley asked with her chin resting on her body.

"It's complicated," Abaddon's voice was unusually soft, and at the same time mixed with fatigue that Sisley couldn't ignore.

He took another mouthful of the creamy mousse with cherry jam, and put it into his mouth together with the tart crust, "In a few days, Doctor Strange and I should go to inspect the area where cracks may appear."

Sisley: *pupil quake*

"Did he not realize that you are a devil?" She asked blankly.

As if hearing a good joke, the lord of hell showed a gentle smile.

"look at me."

he said suddenly.

Sisley:?

She raised her head obediently, and then witnessed the scene in front of her eyes: the goat horns disappeared from his head, followed by his cloak, and only the scarlet cloak remained on Sisley's body.

But when the lord of hell turned his face, his eyes were sombre and clear, and even the integrity of the angels could not match his face.

Sisley: @{#%*^!

Abaddon forked a candied cherry and brought it to the other's lips with his backhand. Sisley subconsciously opened her mouth and accepted the food like a bird accepting food.

The black-haired young man didn't take his hand away, Sisley spat a wet kernel into his palm, the latter got up and threw the cherry at the trash can, wiped his hands slowly, and sat down again.

The disappearing goat horns "grow" back again, and Abaddon unscrewed Sisley's orange juice, took two sips, and was completely overwhelmed by the strong sweet and sour taste of the orange juice.

After taking a few sips, he handed the bottle back to Sisley's body who was looking forward to it.

"Drink the last few sips, let's go to rinse our mouths together, and then go to take a nap."

"Nap? Aren't you leaving?" Sisli couldn't help turning her head suspiciously after she finished drinking the orange juice.

"I do not go."

The monarch of hell looked calmly, and stared at Sisley silently, until the latter couldn't bear the dizziness of being stared at by these eyes, and fled automatically.

Compared with Ken's method of putting Sisley on the footstool and helping her wash, Abaddon did it more meticulously.

The bathroom was brightly lit, Sisley was simply carried by him and placed on the sink, and the precious scarlet cloak was laid on the marble by Abaddon relentlessly.

The lord of hell held two glasses and signaled Sisley to rinse her mouth before spitting into another glass.

After the main body was cleaned, the monarch of hell followed suit, took fresh water, and rinsed his mouth.

Sisley looked at her other self, and took a sleepy breath.

Abaddon soon realized that the lord of hell was coming towards her, and he lifted her gently into his arms.

"Sleepy?"

asked Abaddon.

The little head against his chest nodded silently.

Abaddon hugged her with one hand, took the scarlet cloak with the other, closed the bathroom door, and came to the bed.

The weight of Sisley's body rested in his arms, as light as if a gust of wind could snatch her from his arms.

Only a small half of this big bed had the creases where Sisley slept, and the rest was flat and empty.

"........."

Sisley, who was dressed in goatskin, looked at those parts where no one had been there before, and her heart ached slightly.

In his arms, Sisley herself was already soundly asleep, her small porcelain-white face was pressed against his jet-black shirt, showing a frightening fragility because she was bloodless.

"very soon."

The black-haired young man opened his lips silently, and silently repeated these words several times, not sure if he was trying to convince himself, or to comfort Sisley in his dream.

He lifted the quilt, placed the main body inside, thought for a while, and then lay down in it himself.

"Abadon."

Awakened by this movement, Sisley broke free from her sleep and said in a daze.

"Ok?"

The lord of hell replied calmly, he looked at Sisley without blinking his eyes.

"Be careful out there."

Before falling asleep, Sisley murmured in the end.

"Ah."

Abaddon answered in a low voice.

He took off his gloves, took out a handful of face powder from his empty pocket, and lightly sprinkled it on Sisley's pillow.

As "Cain", Abaddon spent a lot of time making incense and grinding herbs. During this process, he also learned how to make many small things.

Grinding cinnamon sticks and sea salt, adding moxa for fragrance, it can effectively help sleep, plus Abaddon's sound insulation magic, it can ensure that Sisley falls asleep in the deepest dream and will not wake up because of the noise that is about to be produced.

A cold, fishy wind passed through the open window and blew straight into Abaddon's face.

The sunshine in Gotham was fleeting, and the dark clouds rushed towards the suburbs quickly. The cold and transparent rain hit the window frame, and the fine voice could not cover up some inhuman roar.

The monarch of hell got up from the bed, put on his cloak, put on his gloves slowly, and looked into the scarlet eyes outside the window.

Countless creatures that looked like humans and animals hung upside down by the window lattice, and the dark clouds covered the room in a doomsday-like darkness.

Under such dim light, Abaddon's eyes showed an inhuman light.

"You disturbed her sleep."

The lord of hell held a silver rapier, and appeared outside the window in the blink of an eye. The rain slanted downwards, but it didn't wet him at all.

"...I will kill you."

He said coldly and word for word.