The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"........."

Sisley was awakened by the smell of fried fish.

Outside the undrawn curtains in the bedroom, the evening in New York is seen, and the residual red slowly melts into the indigo, like water marks covered by paint.

To her left, Abaddon was still asleep.The black-haired young man was lying on the bed in good order.

And on her right side, at some point, there was a rose-flavored heat source that sneaked up.

Mephistopheles was almost completely stacked on her body, the woman's beautiful head was placed intimately in the socket of her neck, and her arms and legs were also wrapped around her body, like a contented snake devouring its prey.

Sisley: .

Sisley's eyes were blank, her fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly.

——Mephisto's light purple hair was scattered on her neck, and every time she took a breath, she had to itch twice.

"Get up quickly."

She finally couldn't help but said, and slapped Mephisto on the face.

Mephisto: !

Abaddon:!

Their skins touched, their senses were shared, and the two skinned Sisleys also jumped up. While the drowsiness was instantly wiped away, they were also scratched by the belated itch.

——Abadon is purely innocent being affected.

"Get up soon."

Sisley saw the two of them looking at each other on the bed, their hair still messed up, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

Suddenly there was a shadow behind her, and in the next second, Sisley was slightly lifted by a pair of hands.

Ken let her stand on his feet, the man's mask had been removed, and at this moment, a slight stern look appeared on his face.

——wear shoes.He said.

Sisley knew she was wrong, and smiled flatteringly at him.

"What's that scent?"

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching Ken kneel down to find her slippers, and asked him.

"It's fish." Mephisto answered her with a hoarse throat, instead of Ken.

Wearing the bathrobe that could not cover anything, the beauty Rose stood up proudly and opened the bedroom curtains for ventilation.

The lights of the city became the background wall of her beauty, and the setting sun leaped into the room in an instant, shining golden and unobstructed, scalding every inch of Mephistopheles skin, matching her indifferent eyes, like a cold-blooded snake with gleaming scales .

"........."

Sisley looked at her other self in amazement, and touched the winding shadow of Mephisto on the bed sheet.

"You're so pretty," she murmured.

Abaddon and Ken beside him nodded simultaneously, proving that what Sisley said was true.

Mephisto: *fucks*

Mephisto, who was still sulking just now, was instantly flattered.

The big beauty chuckled, walked over, held Sisley's face in her hands, and pressed her forehead against her.

"I caught the fish." Mephisto was in a good mood, and he was willing to say a few more words, "There are also crabs, you know?"

"I magically froze the moment they died."

Abaddon yawned.

Abaddon also stood up, went to the full-length mirror, and adjusted his own clothes.

There were a few sleep marks on the young man's face from the pressure of the pillow, and after retracting the horns on his head, he showed an upright and handsome appearance like a green pine.

Ken followed, stood behind him, smoothed his slightly tangled long hair, and braided a half French braid loosely tied behind his back.

"Are you able to speak normally?" Mephisto stopped spraying perfume and asked suspiciously.

"It's better than before."

Abaddon responded.He turned to Mephisto and blinked.

In an instant, the eerie forest green and black faded away, replaced by a pair of melancholy and foggy eyes.

Sisley: ...

"You are more like an angel than an angel," she exclaimed.

"Thank you for the compliment." Abaddon smiled softly.

Gabriel: *ah chirp*

Gabriel: ?

The electronic pointer passed smoothly, and the clock showed five forty in the afternoon.

Before dinner, Sisley made a video call to her old father.

"Dad!" She smiled and shouted as soon as she connected, "I met a new friend!"

Bruce's face then appeared on the monitor.

He was wearing a suit with a loose tie, and one button on his chest was undone. He was smiling tiredly under the light of the living room, full of frivolity and handsomeness, like a real playboy.

"Really, sweetheart," he whispered, "Did Daddy get to meet your new friend?"

"of course."

Sisley held the mobile phone and led him around the living room. Ken was sitting on the sofa, and Mephisto was reclining across from him.

Bruce Wayne: ...

Seeing these two dangerous people in the same room, he first tensed his muscles slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

"Did you bring your new friend to the hotel?"

the old father asked calmly.

"Yes."

The answer that made him vomit blood immediately came from the other end of the video call, and Sisley reappeared in the camera, smiling heartlessly and brightly, with curved eyebrows and eyes, like a little sun in high spirits.

Bruce was silent for a moment, staring intently at his daughter's face.

She became a little thinner than a few days ago, but she looked happier. The camera was shaken a little, so the old father could see the corner of the hotel full of life, and Sisley's flower-like skirt.

The light blue cloth fluttered like a thin cloud, floating in Bruce's thoughts.

The clown kidnapping experience in Gotham didn't seem to have left any shadow on her. She was with her friends and was guarded very healthy.

Ken and Mephisto seemed to know more about raising kids than he did.

The two ferocious beasts checked and balanced each other, and only Sisley knew nothing about it.

"Look!"

Suddenly he heard his little daughter cry.

The camera shakes violently, as if someone has switched hands.Sisley pointed the camera at a gorgeous dress.

His youngest daughter suddenly opened her mouth and spewed out a string of language that Bruce couldn't understand at all.

Bruce:? ? ?

"I was asking if she could take a picture." Sisley said caringly as if she knew what he was thinking.

In the camera, the owner of the gorgeous clothes folded his hands and responded in a low voice.

Bruce: ...

No, the point of the question is not this... He struggled to recall the language that Sisley had just spoken, trying to find the name of the language in the knowledge repository.

"dad?"

Sisley called him.

"Well."

Bruce subconsciously responded to her, which interrupted his thoughts.

"She said yes," Sisley said, and the camera panned up a little carefully.

This glance was not enough for Bruce to dispel all his vigilance, but it was enough for him to turn from "extremely angry" to "doubtful".

In the camera is a little girl who is about the same age as Sisley.

She wore a veil to cover her dark braids, and the ruby ​​between her brows could blind Bruce's eyes through the screen, not to mention the gold thread and bells embroidered on her dress.

Yogel: ...

Outside the camera, Yogel looked at Sisley rather speechlessly and dotingly, as if a sensible and forbearing big dog let a child pinch him.

"She's Sally!"

Sisley tried her best to hold back a smile, and said happily, "She said this is her first time in New York, and she doesn't speak the language very well, so I want to take her to see the reception held below the hotel."

"Sisley."

Not to mention the unspoken rules in the social circle, such as you rubbing my class and I rubbing your money, the old father was so anxious to hear that, he couldn't help but hit the ball straight.

"She—your friend, how can you speak her language?"

"Isn't that simple?"

His youngest daughter asked him in a rather surprised tone, "I just knew she spoke Coptic."

The old father was in a very complicated mood. He was silent for a while, and reached out to touch the USB flash drive in his inner pocket.

"Okay Dad, can I hang out with her?"

Seeing that he was silent, Sisli reappeared in the camera and said softly and coquettishly.

"If you take Ken and Mephistopheles."

The old father stared intently at Sisley's facial expression, and the dim light of the screen was reflected in his steel blue eyes.

"can."

He finally said yes.

Sisley laughed foolishly twice, like a happy cat that was suddenly fed a bowl.Her pretty face suddenly approached, "Boji" took a bite of the screen, and disappeared.

.........

The living room was still silent.

"Okay." Sisley said, "you can come out now."

As if mushrooms had sprung up after a spring rain, four long legs suddenly "grow" from the void on the sofa, followed by a torso, clothes, and finally a head.

The Lord of Hell and the Archangel sat side by side, and their expressions were exactly the same.

Yogel on the other side also coughed helplessly.

He still maintains Sally's appearance, but his voice is different.

"He didn't seem to respond," Ugel said, "much like my father."

"is it?"

Sisley was pulled to sit down by Mephisto, and took a mouthful of fried fish.

Sisley: *chews*

Mephisto: *mind chews*

After the crispy, crispy and tender bread crumbs, it is delicious and tempting fish.

The fish itself was cut into a size that is easy to eat, together with the delicious dipping sauce and French fries, it is a pretty good platter snack before the reception.

Ugel also came over and took French fries to eat.

"Yes." He sighed. "For a moment, I thought I saw the shadow of my father again. They also have the eyes of an eagle and the patience of a wolf."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Sisley stretched out her hand and gave him a small high five.

Behind her, Mephisto put a hand as if inadvertently, and it slipped from the bare shoulder of Sisley's dress.

——Father will be very busy now.

Mephisto chuckled.

——?

This is Sisley's response.

——He wants to know your secrets.

Mephisto narrated.

——Even if it is not for any purpose, he will be busy for a while longer.

After being hung up, Bruce stood up.

Alfred helped him take off the suit and get rid of the smell of perfume on his body.

The couch is removed from behind him, as are the backdrops and lit panels, until anything that still bears the ornate symbol disappears behind the door, revealing the truly dark Batcave.

"That's a dead language."

Damian said coldly beside him.

Coptic, a language that disappeared in the long river of history thousands of years ago.

"I know."

Bruce responded calmly.