[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

However, Huai'an still felt that the teasing was not enough, so he leaned over and kissed him again, which forced Michael almost to jump and curse.

If it wasn't for Angel's good qualities that made him suspend his expressionless face, he might have drawn out his sword long ago and hunted down Huai'an from all corners of the world.

Huaian is quite regretful.

"My dear Seraph, don't you really want it?" he asked.

Michael's face darkened: "My heart is toward the light, and I am loyal to God. I have already defeated my own desire. How can I still have this evil desire?"

Huai'an narrowed his eyes: "So you mean... you can't do it anymore?"

Michael: "..."

Huai'an thought about it thoughtfully: "But it's okay to touch you last time...Could it be...you are from the palace?"

Michael: ? ? ?

The noble angel stared at him indifferently: "Let go of me, damned devil!"

"That won't work."

The Mozun smiled and found a rope condensed with devil energy, and slowly tied the hands of the proud angel, the rope stretched out, and the other end was held in Huai'an's hand.

Michael only felt a little twitching.

His attitude - he is clearly treating him like a dog!

Michael was so angry that he almost lost his mind and wanted to die with the other party.

But the long-standing calm made him quickly regain his composure, as if nothing had happened, and looked at the young man with a cold face.

Even if his dignity was trampled on the ground, he would look at him without any emotion like an ice-cold June.

He is far away from the world, away from desire.

He is an angel, and his heart is to the god of light——

He will never give in like a demon!

Vaguely seeing the burning anger hidden in Seraphim's eyes, Huai'an narrowed his eyes happily, grabbed the rope, pulled the person towards him, and touched his lips with the other hand.

The angel turned his head indifferently, silently resisting.

"Tsk." Huai'an said, "That's right."

The more angry you are, the more it can show that the desire in your heart is still there.

If Michael didn't even have the slightest emotion when his dignity was trampled on, then something was really wrong.

On the same point, Huai'an hooked the corners of his lips in a very happy mood, and tugged at Michael. The wings behind Michael were struggling to escape, but Huai'an simply and neatly caught his wings. .

In the end, Michael lost even the ability to fly, and could only rely on Huai'an's wings, pursing his lips coldly.

After flying in Huai'an for a while, he found a quiet corner and landed. He took Michael's wings back and led him back to the hotel where he was staying in a happy mood.

Huai'an was not short of money, so the hotel he was looking for was naturally the best.

He returned to the hotel, tied Michael's legs casually, and threw him directly on the bed, while he slowly took off his coat and approached him with a smile.

Michael's face was sullen, but his body had subconsciously put on a defensive posture.

But before he could react, he saw Huai An on the opposite side suddenly start to take off his underwear——

Michael couldn't help scolding: "Shameless!"

"Demons are disgusting!"

After all, the most cursed words in the angel's mouth are "disgusting, damn" words.

However, the devil stopped undressing, and touched his chin thoughtfully: "You said... do we devils deserve to die?"

Michael snorted coldly: "You deserve to die!"

"You do all kinds of evil, and you are born with sin. Your existence has polluted the eyes of the gods. Don't you deserve to die?"

"Tsk." Huai'an sighed softly, "That's really unfortunate."

He smiled maliciously: "The existence of your angels also stained the eyes of our demons, so...don't you deserve to die too?"

Michael said indifferently: "As long as one of our angels is alive, we will kill all of you demons!"

"Then tell me ~ why do human beings prefer/desire?"

Michael was slightly taken aback.

"Dear Seraph Angel." The young man pressed the angel's throat, with a smile on his lips, and his eyes were charming and affectionate. The ends of his long and narrow eyes seemed to be dyed with a layer of dark gray, carrying Maliciousness: "Then tell me, how did your angels reproduce? En?"

Michael is circled.

How does he know this?

But when he tried to recall, he suddenly realized a very strange question——Yes!Where did the little angels come from?

Looking at his puzzled expression, Huai An brushed his lips with his fingertips: "Dear Sir Seraph, where do human children come from?"

Michael's face turned pale.

His pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something, and all the blood on his face faded away.

"impossible……"

"Then do you know how your dear god came?"

"God..." The young angel lying on the bed lost all color, his lips trembled slightly, as if he had guessed something terrible.

The kind of imagination that subverted his own three-view cognition almost made Michael fall into a demon.

But the perennial calmness quickly brought back his reason. He pursed his lips, pretended to be calm, and shouted hard: "Shut up! You devil, you are talking nonsense, you are clearly insulting our gods! "

"Really?" Huai'an raised the corners of his lips and chuckled, and unbuttoned his clothes completely disapprovingly.

"It's a pity~ You love the gods, but you don't know that the gods above you are ants—" Huai'an whispered softly, unhurriedly, with an inexplicably charming and elegant tone.

He helped the angel undo the second button, the third button, the fourth...

"Do you know why there are seven demon realms in this world, but there is only one in your heaven?"

"That's because the existence of the Seven Demon Realms was left behind with the acquiescence of your gods—your gods abandoned his original seven emotions and six desires and turned them into seven deadly sins. That's who we are now."

"Arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, desire and gluttony, each demon domain represents a desire of the gods. He differentiates desires and turns them into seven demon domains. As long as the seven demon domains are not gone for a day , then we demons will never lose our inheritance—”

"But what about your heaven?" Huai'an's words exploded like thunder: "Your place...is there no newborn baby in thousands of years? Hmm?"

Michael's throat choked slightly.

What Huai An said was indeed true.

It is true that there have been no newborns in heaven for thousands of years—those so-called newborns are all believers who have lived in the mortal world, and most of those believers have grown up. You have to baptize with holy water every once in a while to avoid being infected by desire.

But these words are not enough to subvert the angel's belief in the gods.

Huai'an also knew the weight of these words, so he didn't speak in Michael's ear easily, but began to charm the other party seemingly without a trace.

But Huai'an worked hard for a long time, even if he stood naked in front of Michael, Michael didn't get erection like the first time.

Mozun's self-esteem was greatly impacted.

He never doubted that his charm had declined, so he stood beside the bed thoughtfully, staring at the angel, and licked the corners of his lips to Michael.

"Dear Sir Seraph, aren't you...really dying? En?"

Michael calmly said: "My whole body and mind have been given to the gods of heaven, you don't have to try to lure me to commit crimes anymore, this is impossible."

"In heaven, we've long since turned a blind eye to the difference between men and women."

The Mozun clicked his tongue: "No wonder you haven't had a little angel born for a long time."

All feelings are frigid!

So indifferent that even gender recognition is not deep enough.

Thinking about it this way, Huai'an couldn't help thinking of something, and suddenly turned into a girl, and approached Michael bit by bit.

He asked him charmingly: "So...how about this?"

Michael: "..."

"Your body is as wicked as your soul."

Huaian: "..."

Hey!I'm so grumpy!

Mozun was angry.

The soul in front of him actually insulted him!

If he was scolding him, maybe Huai An didn't care too much, but he just insulted Huai An's soul!

What is the soul of Huaian?

It's Demon Lord!

Mozun gritted his teeth, endured the urge to tear the NPC into pieces on the spot, took a deep breath, recovered his original shape, and turned around expressionlessly——

Are you frigid?

Then you continue to be indifferent!

Huai'an snorted coldly, brushed his long hair, and then closed the bathroom door.

Where the devil didn't see it, Michael's face suddenly flushed, and he suppressed the flame in his heart with restraint.

But even so, the angel was still disturbed by the heat and poison in his body, and broke out in a cold sweat. Drops of sweat fell on the bed, and after a while, the sheets were wet.

Michael's endurance is the best in the entire heaven, even other angels may not be as calm as him.

It didn't take long for him to suppress the fire poison in his body before he closed his eyes tiredly. Perhaps he knew that Huai'an would not hurt his life, so he fell asleep directly.

When he woke up the next day, he suddenly found that the ropes binding his body had disappeared, and instead he had a cool body.

Michael couldn't help but move closer.

But when he regained consciousness the next second, he kicked Huai'an out of the bed like a snake and a scorpion.

Huai An was kicked ass and sat on the ground, gasping for breath in pain, looked up, and saw Michael wrapped up in the sheets and trying to escape, immediately threw a rope over him, tied him up with the sheets A solid, life is bound into a bug baby.

Michael's face darkened.

Huai'an still held the other end of the rope, dragged him back to the bed, patted his butt lazily, and clicked his tongue: "My dear Seraph, you should be more honest."

"When will this king get tired of you, when will this king let you go."

Michael blushed with anger: "What on earth do you want!?"

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Huai'an: Don't you know what you want to do?

Michael: ...

Huaian: Fuck you!

Michael: ...are you up?

Huaian: Yes~

Michael's nose bleeds silently: ...Okay, I'll be next. (Nice baby.jpg)