Everyone thinks the spare tire is a god of beauty [Quick Transmigration]

Tianshen finally stood up, afraid that his too hot breath would wake up Gu Ting's mood, which barely overwhelmed the original impulse.

Standing silently watching the sleeping beauty, the muscles in his arms were exerting faint strength.

Restraining some kind of emotion.

The shoulder-hanging white hair was like silk under the moonlight. The tall and handsome man stood there for an unknown amount of time before turning around and disappearing.

He didn't realize that the moment he turned his head to leave, a slender figure appeared in the darkness in the corner beside the bed.

The normally noble and gentle Archangel stood in the darkness at this moment.

The huge wings were quietly shrunk behind his back, and the high wing bones made him look extraordinarily tall, shrouded in darkness, only his eyes glowed faintly, and his handsome face was so indifferent and creepy.

The gods never set up defenses against the Archangel, and any place in the heavens, including this cloud palace like a mirage at this time, is also open to the Archangel.

Yi quietly watched the god leave, and his eyes fell on the unsuspecting fallen angel sleeping on the bed stretched out.

The robe dragged on the floor and he got into bed.

If someone could see the Archangel lying on his side behind the fallen angel with his elbows on his head at this moment, most of the longing and longing for him in his heart would be shattered in the past.

The eyes that were rumored to be gentle enough to overflow water could now shatter into ice shards, and the deep, thin eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow.

There are also many complex and unspeakable emotions vaguely mixed.

Gu Ting was still asleep, unaware of what was happening in front of him.

The round shoulders and half of the neck illuminated by the moonlight are soft and glowing, smooth and delicate like fine white jade.

With no expression on his face, Yi Mian leaned sideways with one hand propping his head, and the other lightly tapped on Gu Ting's shoulder through the thin shirt.

Along the elegant curve of the shoulder, it slid all the way to the fragile and defenseless side neck of the fallen angel.

A slight pulse can be felt on the fingertips.

Soft, warm, almost leading to the vibration of Wing's heart at the same frequency.

Yi's eyes were dim, falling on that beautiful snow-white neck.

The most basic requirement for an angel's selection criteria is to have spiritual roots, and there are very few people in the world who have spiritual roots.

He grew up in the darkest swamp since he was a child. He used to be a lowly and neglected garbage. Malice and dirt stained his body and then merged into it. At a young age, he was already wrapped in human skin and waiting to rot slowly.

But the irony is that he actually possesses a rare spiritual root capable of being an archangel.

The inadvertent discovery made him jump directly from the lowest quagmire to the cloud heaven that the world can't even imagine.

The washing of spiritual water and hymns made him think that he had already got rid of the darkness and possessed the most noble soul in the world.

Until I saw Gu Ting.

When he saw the fallen angel who was expelled from the heaven and stood under the round platform wearing a mask, he felt a little playful in his heart.

Kissing the mask is just a prank on the gods. After all, wearing the most noble coat, everyone will only see the compassion and kindness in his eyes.

As for the love of the gods, it really doesn't matter.

What he wants is power and status, and the admiration and longing of the world. If the favor of the gods can make him take a step forward, that would be fine.

Just the moment the mask shattered... as if something had been broken.

Yi propped his head up and lowered his eyes to trace Gu Ting's face carefully with his eyes, then plucked a feather behind him, and gradually approached the beauty's ear.

The white and plump feathers were twirled between the fingertips, slowly rubbing against Gu Ting's soft cheeks.

"Who the hell are you..."

Wing whispered.

Obviously just a fallen angel abandoned by the heavens, how could he stand in the palace hall so indifferently, and still straighten his thin body under the eyes of everyone, as if he had everything and didn't care about everything.

It's so beautiful that it kills people.

The color of his eyes was prettier than his, and his expression was casual and calm, as if he was born without thinking and worrying too much, and his whole body exuded an extremely pure fragrance.

Standing at a high position in the palace hall, he looked at Gu Ting and clearly understood that even though he had this noble shell, dirty blood still flowed inside.

It took so long to "play" the archangel, and the moment he saw Gu Ting, he seemed to be a hungry dog ​​smelling the scent.

He could smell the deadly fragrance from Gu Ting's body that could grab people's hearts in an instant.

"Well……"

Perhaps Gu Ting was itchy from being brushed by his feathers, her thin eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she moved uncomfortably, unintentionally turning her face to the side in the direction of Yi.

The tip of the feather that had been brushing the cheek landed in the middle of the gap between the moist lips.

Gu Ting's lips are a little thin, but full in the middle of the lips, especially the beautiful curvature of the lips, which makes people want to taste it very much.

But at this moment, the lips were slightly opened, and it seemed that they actively contained the tip of the feather.

Yi's eyes that were cold like snakes and scorpions suddenly froze, staring at Gu Ting's lips in a daze.

Unexpected heat ignited in his body.

The Archangel, whom everyone admired, was next to the sleeping fallen angel, with one palm on his forehead, his body trembling constantly.

There was an exaggerated and disobedient smile on that rather handsome face, which was so crazy that it was chilling.

He was laughing silently.

In the past, he was either at the bottom of the mud or in the clouds. He only had status and status in his eyes, and he had no desires other than that.

Now there is.

Yi gently lowered his head, and the high bridge of his nose brushed against the jet-black hair behind Gu Ting's ears.

It smells good.

He has been an archangel for decades. Although it is not long for the heavens, he has seen all kinds of people.

None of them could make him have an endless longing, accompanied by a restraint that he dared not touch easily.

Only dare to touch the shoulders, touch the cheeks and lips with feathers.

If he was mine.

Could he be mine?

Yi suddenly came back to his senses, and found that his hand was resting on the fallen angel's slender neck.

Although the thin skin under the palm is soft but full of blood, it may be a sweet and attractive flesh when bitten open.

Destroy it.

The darkness and brokenness that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time began to flow out uncontrollably, wanting to pour it all on Gu Ting.

In a daze, Gu Ting's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his thin eyelids slowly opened, looking as if he had been woken up by the Archangel.

Those familiar but more beautiful and clear pupils were still hazy, blinking slowly and looking at the Archangel.

"Are you awake?" Yi looked down at the ignorant beauty who was awakened expressionlessly, without showing any apology.

Gu Ting still looked at him blankly for a long time before finally realizing the identity of the other party.

"Hmm." The cold and soft voice was slightly hoarse.

"What's the matter?" Gu Ting's eyelids were half closed, as if he was about to fall asleep in a second, and he didn't even realize that his neck was being gently held by a hand.

Yi and Gu Ting looked at each other, feeling at a loss for the first time in their lives.

There was no panic, no anger, and there seemed to be no emotion in those rather beautiful eyes.

Just sleepy.

How can a person be cultivated to grow into such a pure and defenseless appearance?

He was dazed, but not without ideas.

Even this idea is gradually growing, making his cold blood start to boil and burn.

Yi has obtained a lot of things. He didn't have what he wanted before, but later he has everything he wants and doesn't want.

He has always been very keen, knowing that the person in front of him cannot belong to him.

Since it won't be his.

Then destroy it with him.

Anyway, living now, there is nothing more important than getting this person.

……

When the sky was getting dark, the god of heaven came back under the pressure of restlessness.

At dawn, the light of the sky peeked out warm gold from the back of the clouds, and the god stood on the flat ground with the sky as the background, feeling a chill in his heart.

Almost no one could make him leave this cloud palace without noticing.

Except for one person.

At this moment, the fallen angel on the bed was gone.

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