The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Mephisto was still asleep when the first rays of sunlight hit Ken's eyelashes in the morning.

A pile of Sisleys lay in disorder on the big bed, Ken's arm was pressed on the back of Mephisto's head, and Mephisto's leg was placed on Gabriel's shoulders, making the Archangel wrinkle slightly even in his dream Eyebrow, it seems that he didn't sleep well.

Ken lightly let himself break free, straightened his collar, and quietly left the bedroom.

Abaddon was cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

The monarch of hell put back his horns and long hair, and tied a pale pink apron around his waist, making his back look extremely gentle and charming.

From Ken's vantage point, he could see his thin wrist dangling in the air like a fine piece of jade.

He stood there watching for a while, until Abaddon turned and waved to him.

In the morning light, the lord of hell had a peaceful face, standing there, as if a beautiful jade was shining.

The pair of different pupils completely destroyed the gentle and harmless aura around him, but Ken and Abaddon didn't care much.

"Come and try the sweetness." Abaddon said softly, holding a small spoon in his hand.

With just his other hand, Ken readily accepted the feeding.

--fine.

He took Abaddon's wrist and passed the sweetness back.

Abaddon: *empty tastes*

"really."

The Lord of Hell divided the warm sweet milk into four cups, and said, while serving the fried eggs, "Breakfast is almost ready, go and wake them up."

On the one hand, Ken found the situation in front of him funny, and on the other hand, he felt very warm.

With a calm expression on his face, he walked towards the bedroom.

Abaddon looked at his back and smiled knowingly.

In the bedroom, Mephisto and Gabriel changed their sleeping positions again.

There is no real body to hold in the arms, these two Sisleys are sleeping on their backs, very arrogant - just listening to the description should be very funny, but the appearance of Mephisto and Gabriel changed the whole picture.

When the looks of both parties look like beautiful gods walking in the world, even if they lower their heads and touch their feet, they will look like they have been pierced by diamonds.

Gabriel held Mephisto's thigh tightly with one hand. He closed his eyes slightly, his snow-colored eyelashes trembling quietly in the morning light; The long hair is spread on the pillow, like the claws of a banshee.

...In short, it is a passionate and asymmetrical oil painting composition. The photographer wants to touch the camera when he sees it, the painter wants to touch the brush when he sees it, and the Batman wants to slap someone when he sees it.

Ken walked to the head of the bed and pushed Mephisto on the shoulder.

Mephisto didn't even open her eyes, there was a tendency for her to lie on this bed forever.

It's definitely fun to see the other self put on such a pose, but they have other things to do today, such as saving the main body who said they finished the task quickly, but it didn't come back until dawn.

Thinking of this, Ken's thoughts drifted away slightly, and he was forcibly pulled back by himself.

As the person who knows himself best, he made a bold guess:

The car overturned when Sisley was going back and forth.

Life is not easy, Ken Ken sighed.

He lowered a cool hand, and pressed it gently on Mephisto's forehead.

With skin to skin contact and shared thoughts, Mephisto sat up in a state of dying within a few tenths of a second.

Mephisto: !

Sleepiness is like a glass window covered with mist, which is quickly evaporated by the heat of the rising sun, forcibly dispelling the cold and damp in the morning.

Gabriel:!

The archangel on the other side was also awakened by empathy because of his skin-to-skin contact with Mephisto.

"Everyone goes to bed at three or four in the morning, why are you so energetic..."

Mephisto showed an expression of peacefully awaiting death, and folded his hands on his chest.

The archangel knelt on the bed and straightened his collar and hair. Hearing this, he nodded and looked resentfully.

- Breakfast is ready.

Ken looked at the bed rubbing his eyes, yawning and yawning, and touched their faces as if nothing had happened.

Mephisto was still combing with her fingers, arranging her long hair that was extremely messy while sleeping; Gabriel was already standing in front of the mirror, pointing out the daily outfits that Sisley had stored for him, switching instantly.

The morning sun fell on him, creating a faint halo, covering his straight nose bridge and soft thin lips. For a moment, it was hard to tell which one was paler and purer, he or Xue.

The archangel spread his hands slightly in such sunlight, unfolding his huge and plump wings.

It was as if an angel had descended.

—until Mephisto got out of bed, baggy in his bathrobe, and helped him pull a bullet out of his wing.

"Catch it yourself next time."

She looked at the other self in front of her with a delicate expression, who "appeared to be as cold as ice and far as gods, but in fact was the one who couldn't even get the bullets hidden in his wings and needed help from others", and passed the bullets over.

"I can't reach it."

Gabriel spoke bluntly, with a dull and unhappy tone.With a little force, the bullet that had annoyed him for a long time melted into a handful of powder in his palm.

Mephisto and his fingertips accidentally touched each other, and the two Sisleys became unhappy with the same hatred.

——Seriously, what kind of contorted postures do archangels have to make to groom their own wings?

Mephisto pushed him lightly, signaling the archangel to leave the scope of the mirror, and also cut a set of daily attire.

The face as beautiful as a black dahlia instantly returned to the category that humans should have, and became an ordinary rose in full bloom; the shark's teeth retracted, and Mephisto saw his light blue eyes for a long time.

"Let's go."

She raised her eyebrows, grabbed the suit Sisley had stored for her at first, and walked out of the bedroom with Gabriel.

Ken has already helped Abaddon clean up the dining table. On the snow-white dinner plate, there are quartered fried eggs, sandwiches, bacon, sausage, and baked toast. The fruit is cut into small pieces in a large glass bowl, evenly Drizzle with sweet salad dressing.

Abaddon even turned on the TV, and the morning news echoed in the living room at a very low volume.

The lord of hell is undoing his apron in the open kitchen, while the murderer hangs his head over the sink washing pots.

Seeing them coming, he raised his head and silently pointed to the mugs on the bar.

"Any sugar cubes?" Mephistopheles asked, picking up a glass.

The murderer nodded knowingly.

——No Sisley could escape the magic of warm sweet milk, not even Sisley, no matter how vicious or grotesquely skinned she was.

Ken was cleaning the last pan, and the remaining three Sisleys sat on the couch happily, squeezed together, in warm mugs, slowly melting.

"The park exploded."

Gabriel suddenly opened his mouth and raised his jaw, signaling Abaddon and Mephisto to pay attention to the news.

A horrifying photo of the scene was displayed on the screen. Most of the square was scorched black, the fire was still raging, the police cars and firemen surrounded the place tightly, and some anxious reporters wanted to squeeze in and interview the details. situation.

This is indeed not a big news, big because the Avengers were also involved, and small because there were no casualties.

It's just that a truck loaded with bombs crashed into the abandoned park, causing the site that was about to be restarted to become more dilapidated.

But Sisleys all know that this is not the case.

"They didn't mention Sisley," Abaddon said slowly, drinking the last sip of milk that was starting to cool, "not to mention that it was a biological bomb that was dropped from the city center with a zero hostage. "

If the system hadn't used [game rules] to take back the virus after Sisley successfully completed her mission, New York City would be able to hold a re-enactment of Raccoon City right now.

It's exciting to think about.

"She's in Stark Tower now." Mephisto called up the page, lowered her head and sensed, "It's safe."

Apart from Sisley's own nest, Stark Tower is the second safest place in New York. After all, it is the home of the superheroes, enough for anyone who wants to attack.

What's more, Sisley now has the ability to protect herself - although it is only at the level of an ordinary soldier, it is enough for her to protect herself.

The incident ended quickly, and the host began to broadcast other news.

The three Sisleys who had finished drinking the milk stood up and sat down at the breakfast table contentedly, ready to enjoy the delicious food to start the day.

Abaddon's sandwiches were done to perfection, while Mephisto preferred the bowl of fruit salad a little more.

After everyone had finished their portions, she simply took away the entire glass bowl, ready to use it for dessert after dinner.

Even though there is no dessert for breakfast.

It was a satisfying meal, everything was served hot, the seasoning couldn't be faulted, and the portions were just right to fill everyone.But for some reason, there was an inexplicable haze in the hearts of Sisleys, as if something was not quite right.

"Are you also..."

The lord of hell finally couldn't hold back anymore. He walked towards Gabriel suspiciously and touched his hands. The latter also showed the same expression. The two Sisleys looked at each other blankly and uneasy, confirming their feelings. idea.

Mephisto was busy destroying the bowl of fruit salad, and the red ribbon rose crookedly behind her, as if to kill a pair.

Ken also felt the gazes of the two Sisleys on the sofa. He glanced in that direction calmly, and slowly raised the bone-eviscerating knife in his hand to reassure them.

— Ding Dong!

Mephisto stopped forking the last piece of watermelon, reached out from the void, and took out the mobile phone specially given to her by the system.

The page lights up, showing the latest message.

"Batman joined the group chat."

At the same moment, Abaddon, Gabriel and Ken also received the same reminder.

This was indeed a decision made by a group of Sisley after careful consideration. Mephisto was in charge of sending it over, while Abaddon and Gabriel were in charge of storing the contact information in the chip.

It prevents the ubiquitous "eyes" in the other world from spying on anything, and it is also more convenient for Sisley to perform the classic operation of "I play myself".

No one can crack the chat room made by the system with special energy, not even Batman.

However, upon seeing this news, Mephisto suddenly grasped the source of his uneasiness.

She and Ken looked at each other, and then met the eyes of the two themselves on the sofa, confirming something desperately in their hearts.

—Oops, old father's Chagang.