[Comprehensive British and American] Fu Paradise

After a few minutes……

"Crack"——

Oops, anyone take a picture? !

Lucifer snapped his eyes open.

It was really inconvenient for him to move his head, so he had to turn his eyeballs to the left and then to the right, but he was reluctant to let go of the limp body in the crook of his arms.

"Hee hee!" Gabriel laughed mischievously, "It's me."

After a while, both of them sat up and looked at the photo on Gabriel's phone screen together.

Due to the closeness of the photo, only their faces were captured.She pressed down to him, tender and meticulous, like kissing a once-in-a-million-year fairy flower.He quietly closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes circled furry black shadows under his eyes, he looked so docile and obedient, as if he was using all his strength to accept her favor and favor.But in fact, he was the one who took the initiative. He obviously wanted to stop, but he wanted to suppress it secretly, fearing that too intense aggression would frighten her and hurt her, and he was also afraid that too strong lust would tarnish her holiness. Such contradictions are so difficult to advance and retreat, but the contradictions are so clear that he feels extremely happy.

"Lu, you were so devoted just now." She couldn't help laughing, and her clever laughter disturbed the tranquility at dawn, like a cat's sharp little claws, leaving lines on the windowpane covered with ice. fine marks.

He blushed when she said it, and buried his head deeply in his elbows.In his thousand and eight hundred years of life, this was the first time he had rolled and kissed a girl so shamelessly on the main road, completely disregarding whether it would attract ridicule from others.

Ah, so the feeling of kissing is like this, chilly but sweet, like an ice cream snowball slowly melting on the lips.The moment the skin on his lips, cracked due to the cold, was moistened by her, there was a bit of burning pain.

In addition, he almost lost his other senses, he could not feel the biting cold, and he also forgot the urge to breathe. He completely melted away, and the only connection with the whole world was her kiss and her breath. , her sweet and mellow beauty, he was redeemed by her, and he has been consummated since then, and he will die without regret.

"Hey," she pushed him, "are you being shy, big devil?"

"Oh, no," he concealed, "I... just keep my face warm." He raised his head and looked at the small shops across the street, but he was embarrassed to cast his eyes on her.

"Okay." Her smile froze for a moment, and the sweetness that was originally filling her heart shrank back to its original form bit by bit like a deflated colorful balloon.She lowered her head to close the phone screen and put it back in her pocket.

At this moment, she suddenly woke up, realizing that she had pushed herself into an extremely embarrassing situation.

She would have forgotten.

How could she have forgotten that he was different from her.Even if he hadn't experienced many battles, this kind of petty kissing was probably no longer a luxury for him. How could he blush like the first time?

She was so jealous of the woman who stole his first kiss.

She sighed silently, stood up from the snow, and patted the snow on her body.

"Let's go, there will be more people later."

He noticed that she was not in the right mood, and stood up with his long legs to follow: "Gabei, are you okay?"

With her hands hidden in her pockets, she walked slowly, staring at her own toes, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to ask him clearly.

"Lu," she stopped and looked at him seriously, "I want to know..."

But at this moment, his face suddenly changed, and he covered her mouth to prevent her from continuing. He closed his eyes and listened quietly for a while, then sped up his speech and said to her: "Gabei, I'm going back."

"what happened?"

"It's Pu Nuo... I don't have time to explain! But don't worry, I will come back to Los Angeles to find you!"

"Lu..." She finally called him, but he had disappeared into the air and could not be found.

The newly born Qingyang is slowly leaving the horizon and swimming towards the sky. The blooming brilliance looks so pale and thin, gathering the world into a world of glass balls that is both real and illusory.She is trapped in this glass ball, walking and walking, never reaching the edge, unable to find an exit, while her lover is outside, in that world that she will never reach, holding someone else's hand.

Lucifer spread his wings from the sea of ​​flames, and leaped out with the blood-red tongue of flames.

His face was pale and gloomy, and his eyes were stained with the color of blood.

As far as the eye can see, smoke and dust are everywhere.Hell is indeed in chaos.

The first to rush up was a group of hell scavengers who had become rebels. They swooped down with flapping wings, or bound his legs and feet with their long bony limbs, biting him with their sharp fangs.

And he didn't pay attention to it at all, using his spiritual power to create a sharp sword, chopped off their hollow heads, dug out their bright red hearts, and threw away the hideous corpses like trash.

"Father!"

Lucifer raised his head and saw Mammon flying towards him.

Mamen knelt down in front of Lucifer: "There has been a rebellion in the prison, and Pu Nuo let him go..."

"I see. Send someone to hold the gate of hell, and don't let anything escape into the world." After speaking, Lucifer had jumped a thousand steps away.

"Obey!" Mamen narrowed her eyes, and a cold light flashed.

Kathmandu, evening.

Casillas sat alone under a golden begonia tree, held his sword, and wiped it carefully. Then he jumped up from the ground, stamped his feet that were numb from the cold, and extended his arms to the sword. Pushing forward, a part of the scabbard came off, revealing the cold light inside.

"When will I be able to practice the state of the unity of sword and law?" He scratched his head in annoyance, played a few times in the air, and then said to himself, "'Infuse mana into weapons'... sounds really good. Cow!" He unsheathed his sharp sword and used the swordsmanship his father taught him when he was young, with the effect of sparring, as if he was outplaying the crowd with one against ten.

"It's boring to play alone, isn't it?"

When Casillas heard the sound and looked back, it was an orange halo coming towards his head. When he swung his sword instinctively to block it, it was actually his legs that were attacked. His knees collapsed immediately, and his body lost weight and fell to the ground.

"I see that you practice kung fu from morning to night every day, but it doesn't work." The supreme venerable stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the young man on the ground.

"Master, this is a sneak attack! This is not counted!" Casillas murmured, puffing his cheeks.

"Okay, then I'll let you have four rounds." She put her fingers together and ticked in her direction, "as long as you can prove that your efforts are effective."

Casillas stood up again and rubbed his bruised legs: "Okay."

On a winter night in Kathmandu, the temperature is close to zero, and the wind is sharp because of the dryness.The shadows of the trees under the moon are swaggering, touching each other carefully, like the whispers of elves.

"You're welcome, just do your best."

He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and raised his head to look at the elegant woman in front of him.

The sword is like a dragon swimming, swooping, flattening, fast and fierce, but her hands are always behind her back, she only retreats lightly, the wind is graceful and graceful, and the waves are calm.

He chased all the way, not giving her the slightest chance to breathe. He secretly glanced at the wall not far behind her, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, just to force her to avoid it, but at this moment, suddenly, an orange in her hand The light flickered, and the fan slapped the hilt of his sword.He was swayed by her, losing strength in his hand, she swam around, and the sword fell to the ground.

"Four rounds have passed, what are you thinking?!"

She turned from defense to attack, pressing him step by step, and in a hurry, he had no choice but to conjure up a pair of scimitars that came and went with his unskilled mana, to meet her one-handed provocation.

"Blindly attacking, but ignoring defense, you may be poked in your weakness at any time!"

She pressed her fan blade towards his throat, he blocked it with the blade, and the sharp weapons struck each other, the sound was resounding.He was already sweating profusely, he opened his mouth and snapped his canthus, tried his best but couldn't make her withdraw a single bit, he really couldn't explain why a woman's strength could be so strong.

His arms were already sore and heavy, and when he was hesitating whether to admit defeat, she suddenly looked solemn and turned her head to the side, as if she was attracted by some special noise, which distracted him and he had no time to control it. With great strength, she sent the sharp weapon in her hand with inertia, and the snow-colored blade slashed straight down at her fair neck. Although she quickly blocked the blow with sharp eyesight, her neck was still cold, and a gap was cut in her skin.

"Master!" He was startled, he took a step forward and wanted to take a closer look, but because of his gender and identity, he finally stopped, just anxious.

"I'm really sorry, Master!"

She stretched out her hand to dip the blood that had already started to flow down, but calmly comforted him and said, "It's okay."

"But... it seems that the injury is not shallow!" He paced back and forth on the ground, feeling ashamed of guilt.

"It's all trivial, Casillas." She smiled kindly, "The important thing is whether your skills have improved."

He bowed his head: "I will work harder."

She didn't say anything more, turned around and went back to the room, her smile disappeared, and a trace of doubt gradually appeared in her eyes.

The sound just now... I hope it's not what she thought.

"Is it really nothing..." the young Casillas whispered to himself, feeling extremely annoyed at his recklessness.He bent down to pick up his sword, suddenly startled, his hands were stained with blood at some point.

Is it her blood?

He stared blankly at the piece of bright red, the edge was a little dry, and his heart suddenly moved.

With her kung fu, how could she be hurt by him?Besides, he was obviously exhausted at the time, how could he suddenly turn defeat into victory? ... That's right, when he confronted her, for a moment, she seemed to be distracted.That's why the number of steps was disrupted, which made him a lucky winner.

Why is she distracted?

It must not be a trivial matter that can disturb her, so is there any trouble going to happen?

He hastily grabbed his sword and followed her.