[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

It's just that before Huai'an made any move, Michael suddenly turned back.

Holding the ointment, he reached out and grabbed Huai'an's palm, pursing his lips, his face was cold and noble, but the movements of his hands were gentle, soft and warm.

Huai An sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked at him lazily: "Michael, I suddenly discovered that you have an advantage."

Michael paused slightly.

"Duplicity~" Huai'an cracked his mouth and smiled: "I understand."

Michael: "..."

He carefully applied the medicine to Huai'an's palm, eliminating the traces left by the holy water. He stretched out his hand, and couldn't help but want to touch the youth's flawless and jade-like skin.

But his movements stopped in mid-air, and he retracted suddenly, turning around and leaving without a sound.

Huai'an gave a hutch, and didn't care about Michael who left, and just lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

This time, getting into heaven was entirely dependent on Michael.

Otherwise... As a demon, want to fly to heaven?

Impossible, now every angel must cleanse himself immediately after returning to heaven, so no demon can sneak into heaven at all.

In other words, the entire heaven is full of angels.

Huai'an was planning to do something in his heart, so naturally it was impossible to stay in Michael's bedroom with peace of mind, so within a few days, he found an opportunity to untie the chains made by the holy light, and put on heaven The white holy clothes swaggered up to Paradise Avenue.

In the past few days, Michael has turned a blind eye to his existence, and he has not been seen during the day, but at night, he can sneak up on his bed, hug himself to sleep, and finally in the morning, While Huai An was still awake, he went out with a cold face.

He avoided Huai'an, thinking that Huai'an didn't know about it, but in fact, Huai'an already knew what he did.

So...it's nothing more than duplicity.

Michael pretended to turn a blind eye, and Huai An was also happy. Most of the time, he would stay in the room and lie on the dead body, moving his muscles and bones from time to time to numb Michael's senses.

This time he sneaked out, and he deliberately ran out while Michael was going to meet the gods.

As for the chains?

The Demon Lord is far more powerful than the gods in this small world, so how could he really be trapped by that chain?

Huai'an evoked a faint smile, and the gorgeous eyebrows and eyes were a little more sacred under the holy light that flickered from time to time.

He looked up at the highest temple and walked over step by step. During this period, he met many angels, but they didn't pay attention to Huai'an.

Because in heaven, these angels will put their wings away.

Except for some major festivals or moments, they will spread their wings to welcome the grace of the gods, and they are no different from ordinary people on weekdays.

Huai An smoothly touched the hall where the gods lived, looked up at the high stairs, and the angels guarding near the stairs, with a faint chuckle in his throat.

"God ah..."

In the three thousand worlds, even people who live as long as the sky and the earth dare not claim to be gods, but in such a small world, there are people who would pretend to be gods?

Huai'an walked up step by step, his figure was like an ethereal wind, gently brushing the guards' cuffs, but did not attract their attention.

Nobody noticed him.

No one found him either.

Because his figure was like the wind, even Michael, who was approaching Huai'an step by step, never noticed him.

Huaian and Michael passed by, with a smile on their brows, and turned back with a smile: "Dear Your Excellency Michael~"

Michael continued walking without noticing.

Huai'an sighed, facing Michael's back, stretched out his finger like a gun, narrowed his eyes, and made a slight "bang" sound.

Will this world give him destruction, or... new life?

The thought was like a breeze, dissipated in an instant, turned into a cloud of smoke, but left traces in the young man's heart.

Huaian thought as he walked.

During the thousands of years he was suppressed in the darkness, the hatred in his heart had long since dissipated with the passage of time. He might still resent that person, but in the final analysis, it was nothing more than Huai'an's own heart at work.

There is a good saying.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

He was suppressed, his body died, his soul was weakened, and the hatred in his heart gradually dissipated, but there was only one thing that was not reconciled——

Why didn't he come to save himself?

With this thought in mind, he persisted until he couldn't persist, and the system appeared.

After the system gave him a new life, that person began to follow him to every world, vividly awakening his memory of that person.

So is that person delusional that he can have a happy ending with himself?

Huaian raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly: "How can it be so easy?"

The millennium's resentment swept over him silently the moment his memory was awakened, split his spirit and annihilated everything in a sudden.

He raised his head, looked at the god sitting on the throne of the main hall, looked at the appearance of the other party holding the scepter high above, and approached with a charming smile: "Dear Your Highness God..."

The god opened his eyes, and his light golden pupils looked at the ants on the ground that were approaching him step by step.

He heard the ants asking himself: "Are you happy?"

The gods did not speak for a long time.

Huai An walked under the throne and slowly knelt on the ground.

His eyebrows and eyes are charming and full of emotion, his eyes are flowing like stars, and his lips are as delicate as petals blooming in the early morning.

He stretched out his hand and held the hand that exuded a faint warmth that was placed on the armrest.

Shenming was slightly taken aback.

He looked down at the presumptuous and daring demon below.

He knew what Huai'an was, and that he was the Demon King of the Desire Clan.

He wanted to see what Huai'an's next move would be, so he moved his fingers, but he didn't do anything else, he just looked down at the demon kneeling on the ground from above.

The devil has no backbone, he approached weakly and bonelessly, holding the hand of the god, trying to stir up the magnificence in the heart of the god.

In the empty hall, only the demon's quiet voice echoed: "Dear Your Highness, why not let me give you supreme happiness~"

The god's calm heart skipped a beat.

He was slightly stunned, and he clenched the scepter tightly with the other hand, while the hand restrained by Huai'an suddenly broke free from Huai'an's control, and grabbed his neck with his backhand.

He turned a blind eye to this charming young man, calm and calm: "Devil, tell me, what do you want to do?"

Huai'an blinked at him: "Dear Your Highness, as you can see, I'm going to pick you up~"

God: "..."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Of course I'm afraid~" Huai'an opened his mouth and smiled, "But rather than being afraid of death, it's better to have a good time before death, my lord."

"After all, it's windy to die under the peony flower and be a ghost. Liu Na~"

God suddenly understood why his proudest Michael fell for him.

Because the young man in front of him exudes a charming aura all the time, like a tempting Pandora's box, luring him to commit crimes.

But in fact, he was indeed tempted.

He felt his heart beating.

This is a never-before-seen experience that people can't help but remember.

The god suddenly lifted the man, put him in his arms with his backhand, let go of the hand holding the scepter, hugged him with one hand, pinched his chin with the other hand, lowered his head and chuckled, "Don't you regret it?"

Huai'an scratched the god's palm with his fingertips.

"How could I regret it?"

The corners of Huai'an's lips curled into a nasty arc.

Not only did he not regret it, but he was also very happy.

In this world... is there anything more fun than the Shura field?

He was looking forward to Michael's arrival.

The god looked down at the expression on the demon's face.

He is the light in the abyss, but a more terrifying existence than the light.

Because he is in charge of all desires in the world.

The god whispered: "Asmodeus, you are the second person who aroused my interest."

"Then I'm really honored, dear Lord God." Huai'an laughed.

The more powerful the existence, the harder it is to hook up.

However, Huai'an's strength is far stronger than the gods in this realm——

He likes the feeling of holding people's hearts in the palm of his hand.

He looked at the obsession in the eyes of the gods, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

The gods have fallen madly in love.

Huai'an successfully lured the gods to commit crimes.

Huaian glanced at Michael who was under the throne from the corner of his eye.

Michael looked up at the two on the throne.

Once higher, the long steps are like icy rivers, separating them.

This is an unfathomable gully, just like Michael at this time, the darkness in his heart is getting thicker and thicker.

His complexion was heavy, as if he had been hit, he stared straight at Huai'an.

His throat was thirsty, and he wanted to let out an angry roar, but he was too hoarse to speak a word.

The god he respects, the god he respects...

And his demon, his beloved demon...

Faith collapsed like a landslide, splitting his consciousness, splitting his mind, making him dizzy and heartbroken.

This is a monstrous anger gushing from the depths of the soul.

Michael's pupils were getting darker, stained with dark gray, and the holy light and power on his body were constantly switching between demonic energy. He spread his wings, flew up, drew out the sword of holy light, and looked at the The two entangled on the throne.

The god suddenly came back to his senses, he looked up at Michael, squinted slightly: "Michael, what are you doing?"

Michael looked straight at Huai'an, his eyes were filled with fear. Under the other's clear and indifferent eyes, the anger turned into a thick and deep dark color.

"What am I doing..." He whispered foolishly, and showed Huai'an a smile that was uglier than crying: "I'm killing a god."

"Master God, I want to kill God."

Michael couldn't stand it.

Such explosive anger and jealousy almost crushed his sanity.

The holy sword in his hand transformed into a demon sword, and the wings and feathers on his body fell into a deep dark color. In an instant, the black infested the young man's whole body, completely black.

Michael covered half of his face and chuckled lightly: "Asmodeus, you won."

I fell for you.

From now on, you are my life, my faith, my everything.

The author has something to say

Shenming: ...to be reasonable, I just kissed a few times...

Michael draws his sword: Hehe, I can’t take a bite, he’s mine.

Huai'an watching a movie and eating melons: Hey, this game is really boring.

Author: Cub, will we drive him crazy if we engage in this old attack?

Huai'an sneered: Isn't it crazy if you don't mess with him?

author:……

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