[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Sometimes, love cannot bring people happiness, but can also bring people despair and destruction.

Huai'an watched Michael's face gradually turn white, like falling into an ice cave, and the shocking fear surfaced, watching the young man's eyes gradually deepen, and the evil energy invaded little by little, dyeing his clear and shallow pupils into gray .

There are countless holy lights around him, and at the same time, there is also a demonic energy that competes with them and grows so large that it cannot be ignored in a short period of time.

Huai An took two steps back, stepped on the tiles on the lighthouse, and gave a lazy and charming chuckle.

"Michael, stop resisting~"

"What's wrong with being a demon?"

Michael half-kneeled on the ground, suppressing a roar from his throat: "No——"

"Why not? Why wouldn't you?"

"I……"

The confused young man clasped his chest tightly, the holy light flickered, was infected by darkness from time to time, and lit up anytime and anywhere because of rational struggles, behind him, the feathers on the six-winged wings fell like snowflakes, Straws turned into nothingness.

Michael was in agony.

Not just physical pain, but mental pain as well.

On the one hand, it is the darkness and demonic energy constantly invading the heart, and on the other hand, it is the heart of faith and longing for the gods.

He didn't even know what he was struggling for now.

His choice lies in the decisive battle between the two sides.

Huai'an folded his wings and waited aside, and from time to time, he said a few sarcastic remarks to lure him into committing a crime, and his playful expression of laughing and laughing was imprinted in Michael's heart in a trance.

Michael was suddenly extremely wronged.

Something in my heart is saying - look, this is the one you love.

He is so dissolute, so indifferent to himself, so cold and ruthless, he is the most worrying person in the world.

You choose to become a demon for him, but has he ever shed a tear or a drop of blood for you?

Michael closed his eyes, and the holy light on his body suddenly lit up, as if the clouds floating in the sky were pushed away by invisible hands, several angels hidden behind were revealed.

The holy light of heaven descended and landed on Michael.

Little by little, the devilish energy on his body was dispelled by the holy light.

The leading angels pulled out their holy swords and flew down to protect Michael. One of them slashed straight at Huai'an, cold and inhuman.

Huai An closed his eyes and sighed lightly.

He didn't expect that Heaven would bring Michael back ahead of time at this moment.

If Heaven didn't interfere with Michael, maybe the other party would have been bewitched long ago.

Although he didn't achieve the desired effect, Huai'an was not worried. He let the angel strike at him. Seeing that the holy sword was about to hit him, Michael, who was protected, threw out his sword and repelled him. That angel's holy sword.

The angels were shocked: "Your Excellency Michael?"

"Your Excellency Michael!?"

Michael raised his head expressionlessly, showing a cold and arrogant face high above.

There are countless bright stars in his clear eyes, and he looks at the angels indifferently.

Such a pure white and flawless man, he opened his mouth, but spit out a surprising word: "Enough! Stop!"

The angels were at a loss: "But Your Excellency, the one behind you is a devil!"

"Yeah! He's a demon!"

"Your Excellency Michael, don't be fooled by his appearance!"

Michael pursed his lips, and listened to all their inquiries in silence. His icy eyes were like the approaching winter, frost and snow, staring at these angels so that they dared not continue to speak.

The angels lowered their eyelids, and each lowered their heads, not daring to meet Michael's pupils.

The moment they bowed their heads, Michael's eyes, which were pure white like snow, seemed to be stained with ink, and instantly turned into a dark and thick ink color, with a bit of bright red at the end of the eyes.

The young man raised his head and looked up at the holy light that was guiding him from the sky.

"He can't die just yet," he said.

"I will personally bring the devil to atone for the gods."

The angels were taken aback for a moment, then looked at each other, all showing faint smiles: "Okay, Your Excellency Michael."

Michael closed his eyes and looked back at the quiet Huai'an.

The quiet young man stood behind him, he didn't even take out the devil sword, he was facing his eyes, and tilted his head in doubt.

Innocent and cozy, with a slightly lazy feeling.

Michael's heart trembled slightly.

He didn't even dare to look at him, looked away, and asked in a low voice: "You...why don't you run away?"

With Huai'an's strength, he might not be able to beat everyone present, but if he really wanted to escape, no one could stop him.

So... why didn't he escape?

Michael was looking forward to his escape from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't want him to leave him.

He had never felt such contradictory thoughts before.

Huai'an smiled lightly, leaned his head closer and said in a low voice: "Guess~"

There was a slight narrow smile in his voice, and a hint of... a touch of joy.

He is happy.

Realizing this, Michael's heart tightened, and he was silent for a long time, until the angels asked doubtful questions before he closed his eyes, restraining the surging demon energy.

Michael opened his eyes again, and those pure white eyes gradually reflected Huai'an's appearance.

He stretched out his hand, formed a long rope of holy light, bound Huai'an, held the other end of the rope, and wrapped his arms around the young man's waist.

He looked sideways at the angels: "Go back."

Angels: "Yes."

The holy light flickered continuously, and the angels flapped their wings and flew to the sky. The people on the ground looked up at such a miracle and let out a shocking sigh——

"God has descended!"

"Has God descended?"

"What did you see? Why didn't I see anything?"

"I see angels! Mom, I see angels!"

The hustle and bustle of the mortal world gradually disappeared, and Michael stepped on the stairs of heaven again, and stopped by the holy water pool for purification.

The guiding angels whispered in their ears: "Lord Michael, you just came back from the mortal world, why don't you cleanse yourself first, and then see you, Lord God."

"Yeah, let me deal with this demon, and make sure to put him in the cell!"

Michael gripped the rope tightly: "No need."

"This demon, I will arrange it myself."

He said with restraint, stepped into the holy water for body purification, held the rope, and led Huai'an to the side of the holy water pool at the same time.

Huai'an's complexion was a little pale, he breathed a sigh of relief, and lazily raised his eyes to heaven, and found that the buildings of this heaven were somewhat similar to the city of demons.

It's just that most of the demon cities tend to be dark and dark red, while this paradise is biased towards noble gold and pure white.

Huai'an leaned against the edge of the pool, propped his hands on the ground, and his palms made a sizzling sound.

He frowned, raised his hand, avoided the holy water by the pool, and looked up at Michael with a half-smile: "Dear Your Excellency Michael, do you want to kill me?"

"If it is, how about... How about giving me a good time?"

Michael gripped the rope tightly, leading the holy water that the angels poured on his head to drop drop by drop back into the pool.

Suppressing the pain in his heart, the young man finished purifying himself, took a set of pure white clothes and wrapped them around Huai An, picked him up by the waist and flew back to his bedroom.

The angels didn't care about Huai'an.

Because in their view, it is impossible for the powerful battle angel, His Excellency Michael, to let go of that demon.

I believe that soon, they will hear the news that Michael killed the demon.

Thinking like this, the angels actually ignored the man in Michael's arms, and no one mentioned the demon who was brought back to heaven until Michael returned to the bedroom.

Huai'an chuckled, and the moment Michael let go of himself, he broke free from the rope of the holy light, and pressed Michael on the bed with his backhand.

"Michael, look at what you are doing now~" Huai'an brushed his face, kissed his lips that were like petals, and said in a hoarse and ambiguous voice: "You brought a demon back to heaven .”

Michael held Huai'an's hand, lowered his eyelids: "Yes."

"You took me back to your bedroom."

"……kindness."

"What? Do you want to relive the feeling of the previous two days with me in heaven?"

Michael suddenly let go of Huai'an's hand, and pushed Huai'an away with a cold face.

"Do not."

He re-condensed the chains made of holy light. This time, the chains are so exquisite and small that people can't help but want to collect them.

Michael shrank one end of the chain at the foot of the bed, while the other end was locked on his ankle, with a cold face: "Stay well, don't go anywhere."

Huai An moved his feet with a smile.

"Yo, I didn't expect...you actually have such a hobby~ Dear Michael." Huai'an licked the corner of his lips, and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch the chain——

"Don't touch!"

"what--"

The severe pain caused the young man to exclaim in surprise. He hugged his palm, the corners of his eyes were red from the pain, both aggrieved and innocent: "What the hell!? It hurts so much!"

Michael pursed his lips: "I told you not to touch it."

Huai'an: "You said that if you don't let me touch me, you really won't touch me? Then what if someone finds out about me? After all... In your heaven, I will fall into death and be killed anytime and anywhere."

"will not."

"kindness?"

Michael pursed his lips: "I won't let others hurt you."

Huai'an narrowed his eyes, stood up suddenly, and bent down to look into the young man's eyes: "Why should I believe you? Dear Sir Michael."

Michael took a step back.

"Don't believe it."

In short, he has made up his mind, and naturally it is impossible to modify it.

Michael took a deep breath, and left the room without hesitation. Before Huai An could stop him, he heard Michael's cold voice.

The voice was cold, yet slightly hoarse, as if implying forbearance.

"Stay well for me, I have set up an enchantment in this room."

Huai'an sneered at Michael's back.

Does he seem to be such a quiet person?

Mozun raised the corners of his lips, and the light in his eyes flashed in a place where the young man couldn't see.

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Huai'an: My mouth system No. 101 is——

Author: Make trouble, make trouble, make trouble! ! !

Michael: ...the face slaps came too fast, like a tornado.