The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Um……"

Abaddon pondered, feeling suffocated for a long time.

He just poured a bowl of mixture into the waffle maker, waiting for a sweet little cake that was baked to a golden brown and slightly charred.

In the next second, Gabriel landed from the void, flapping his wings for a while, fanning everything in the kitchen into a mess, and giving the lord of hell a huge face-on-face blow.

After a pause, Abaddon slowly brushed the messy hair from his face.

And the instigator stood innocently in the kitchen, also wearing a mess of hair - Abaddon noticed sharply that the hem of his wing seemed to be missing a hem.

And the archangel looked unhappy.

As soon as he retracted his wings, Gabriel groaned and stretched out his head, and the whole bird fell into the arms of the king of hell, and did not move.

He wanted to sigh when he made a fuss about him, but Abaddon was also very distressed when he saw his other self showing such a look.

"What's the matter...?" He stroked Gabriel's feathers and touched Gabriel's hand.

The two Sisleys connected seamlessly at this moment, shared memories, and both showed decadent expressions similar to toothaches.

Gabriel: *downcast*

Exploding the mountain is cool for a while, and flying stones get stuck in the wings.

The archangel looks very pretty when he turns around and runs away against the light, but he is really embarrassed when his wings are full of small stones.

"Go take a shower."

Abaddon pushed Gabriel, who raised his head from his embrace, his eyes were red, his expression was gloomy, his face seemed to be glowing faintly, handsome and cold.

This is another typical expression of "it will look cute when it falls on Sisley's body, as if she is acting like a baby", but when a Sisley in angel skin looks at people like this, the pressure is hard to estimate in words of.

The power of the oracle still lingers on Gabriel, making him look as if he will do his part to destroy mankind at any time.

Abaddon didn't panic at all, more precisely, neither Sisley was aware of it.

Amused and tingling with empathy, he stops the waffle machine, grabs Gabriel's wrist, and walks into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, the archangel cut out a set of water clothes, which was the hotel bathrobe before, while Abaddon went to adjust the water temperature and foam fragrance, very good wife and mother.

"Would you like roses or lavender?"

The lord of hell wiped the drops of water from his fingertips, raised his head and raised his voice to ask.

"……Lavender."

Gabriel replied in a low voice, walking away from the mirror.

The top floor suite was empty, Sisley was not there, neither were Ken and Mephisto, only Abaddon and Gabriel were left.

Without Ken, who is quite stable, pressing the field by the side, and there is no fragile body that needs to be taken care of to control the time of various activities. These two Sisleys who are the most resilient are tossing harder than usual.

The water in the bathtub rose very quickly, and warm steam also rose up, blurring the visibility of the room, with the faint fragrance of lavender and jasmine.

The two Sisleys looked at each other, confirming each other's troublesome mood in their eyes.

Sisley in Goatskin: Wants to play—

Sisley in angel skin: Water!

With a "crash", Abaddon pushed Gabriel into the bathtub.

Archangel wings emerged from behind, splashing countless transparent water droplets in an instant.

The silver hair was soaked, sticking to the neck and shoulders in strands, and the bathrobe was tightly attached to the body. Gabriel was sinking and floating in the middle of the bathtub, like a moving marble statue under the light.

"come over."

Abaddon smiled.

He neatly dodged the water splashed by Gabriel, pulled the rug in front of the bathroom, and resisted the blow with bubbles and fragrant essential oils.

"Don't drag me." Before Gabriel rushed over enthusiastically, the lord of hell was the first to warn him.

"I still have unfinished waffles that are going to be mushy."

Abaddon could clearly see the hesitation in his other self's eyes.

Gabriel slammed on the brakes, stood there and weighed for a while, whether it would be more fun to play with waffles or water, then stopped sullenly, and walked over obediently.

Abaddon was amused, and stretched out his hand to pat his other self on the head, motioning him to lower himself.Gabriel stood where he was, with silver-white hair flowing through Abaddon's fingers like water. Although it felt very good, Abaddon suddenly couldn't help thinking of rubbing a large wet long-haired dog.

His thought earned Gabriel a death stare.

Afterwards, Gabriel raised his hand and touched it twice.

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The archangel spread its wings with a clatter, and the holy light on the wings cut off all the water droplets. He sat in the bathtub with his back to Abaddon, with an unpredictable expression, still looking like "It's better to kill half of the human race today or just kill one." New York" expression.

Until Abaddon put his hand on his bare shoulder.

The lord of hell gasped, endured the same uncomfortable illusion, and took out a small brush, and swept out the largest and sharpest stone at the base of Gabriel's wing.

"Well……"

Gabriel sighed deeply, slipped into the bathtub, and Abaddon felt much more relaxed in an instant.

He took the rock and placed it carefully on the side of the tub, so it wouldn't harm New York's innocent sewers.

The next piece was very close to this one, and Abaddon picked it up lightly, his complexion turned extremely bad in an instant, Gabriel bit his lower lip moderately, and his pupils shrank.

- It's itchy!

The two Sisleys thought at the same time.

Tiny rocks dribbled at the densely packed roots of Gabriel's feathers, and Abaddon had trouble getting them out with a brush.

"Only use that." Abaddon said, and instantly let go of Gabriel's shoulder.

"?"

The archangel looked back puzzled.

Next to the sitting Abaddon, there is a standing Abaddon.

The black-haired young man has exactly the same green pine-style clean and upright beauty, and also has the same creepy abnormal pupils, as if there is an invisible mirror between them.

Although Gabriel hated this false shadow, he still sat there obediently, waiting to see what Abaddon wanted to do.

The avatar's cold, non-sympathetic hand touched his wings, and when it went down, it was scorched black by the tiny down.

And Abaddon, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, groped around the base of his wings for a while, until the small stone fell into the bathtub with a "boom".

In the next second, Abaddon, with his hands ripped apart and sweat dripping from his nose, disappeared.

Abaddon, who was sitting, straightened up, touched Gabriel's shoulder again to reassure him, and reached under the water to pick up the small stone.

"........."

Gabriel was very upset.

It is common knowledge that evil creatures cannot touch light creatures.Even if the two Sisleys are the same Li, Gabriel's instinctive defense against Abaddon can be said to be minimized. Even if Abaddon wiped the neck of the archangel, he would not be able to react, but the calculation of the props The way is different.

The higher the star rating, the more consciousness of the item will be slightly better than that of the Sisleys, just like a car whose steering wheel is difficult to turn. Although the general control is always in the hands of the driver, sometimes it will fail to turn bend situation.

Just now Abaddon was defending, Gabriel's holy spirit wings turned the ruler of hell into a dark roasted sweet potato.

As it turns out, it does appear to be baked sweet potatoes.

Although it was also related to Gabriel's difficulty in accepting the clone, Abaddon didn't want to get hurt yet.

Repairing the wound is simple, just use virtual energy, but Sisley needs too much energy, and every other Sisley has to be stolen from the battery car to the bus, which is enough to support one of her vests .

Gabriel was empathizing with him, and felt that what Abaddon said was very reasonable, showing a lingering fear expression.

A Sisley wearing an angel skin was coaxed very quickly.

Of course Abaddon wouldn't point it out.He let go of his thoughts for a while, re-locked on an itchy spot, and swiped the small brush quickly and precisely.

Gabriel flicked silently under his palm for a split second, like a fish starved of oxygen, and Abaddon trembled too, almost dropping the brush.

This stone was stuck too deep inside, and its position was also very coincidental. It happened to be the place where every feather of Gabriel was as sharp as a knife.

Abaddon clone No. [-] reappeared, and the young man brushed away the feathers with his pure white hands, and instantly blood flowed profusely, staining the entire bathtub red.He continued to look down, and the broken wound was burned until the skin was broken, and only then did he touch the strangely shaped big stone.

This time, the falling stone was easily caught by Abaddon's body. At the same time, the avatar with its hands down disappeared into the air in an instant, and the blood and burning smell were stripped away like an illusion, as if it had never existed.

This is the second skill of the Lord of Hell, and he is gradually becoming more proficient in the process of picking stones for Abaddon.

Every demon is a natural master of deception.

Gabriel... Gabriel was soaking in the pool, already thinking about it.

The rest of the stones were more broken gravel and small stone flakes. Abaddon picked out the big stones stuck at the root of the feathers, and these were small things hidden under the wings.

Gabriel only needs to swim up and down the bottom two or three times quickly, and the turbulent current will wash out these annoying little things, let them leave him quietly, and sink to the bottom.

Everything is fine, but Gabriel forgot one thing.

With the size and size of his wings, when he swims through the water, he literally throws the water out.

And Abaddon was sitting by the bathtub, and before he could go anywhere, he was already soaked by the sudden gushing water.

Abaddon: ...

It's not over yet, Gabriel stretched out an arm, hit the water again, and made a freestyle posture; the lines of the archangel's arm seemed to be carefully carved by the gods, and the jade snow under the light was so beautiful that people were obsessed.

However, he splashed the water like this, splashing water on Abaddon's face again.

Abaddon: .

He was pissed off.

"Come here." Abaddon called flatly, "Gabriel, come here, I have something to say to you."

The restless mermaid at the bottom of the water heard his words, swam over quickly, broke through the water with a splash, and tilted its head to look at him.

Abaddon reached out his hand, touched a feather on the edge of his wing, and pulled it out.

The light and warmth evaporated all the water droplets on his body in an instant, making Abaddon refreshed and cleared, and also made his mood clear again.

"It's okay, I'll make you waffles, go."

He said softly, patted Gabriel on the shoulder, and left with the feather.

Gabriel: ?

The archangel shook its wings innocently and blankly, splashing water on the bathroom wall.