[BL, MTL] False Fairy Tale Copy (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 138: Angel in Disguise (15)

Mingshu didn't know anything yet. Only that night in Zhiyuan's dormitory did Zhiyuan seem to smell his original breath, but he had no further reaction and never mentioned it again, so Mingshu Thought he didn't notice.

He had to reapply the angel perfume many times a day, but he didn't know that the pretense of this aspect was already running out.

Mingshu didn't notice Zhiyuan's gaze. He boldly put his arms around him and said, "Where have you been today? I haven't seen you all afternoon."

Xiangruan's body leaned over, and Zhiyuan lowered his eyes: " I'm somewhere else."

He stroked Mingshu's back and touched the roots of the pair of transparent wings.

Angels below the rank of Attendant have not yet had real wings. This transparent glass texture is more like a decoration.

There is indeed a weak energy connection under the roots of the suspended wings, which is a characteristic of angels.

The ribbon Mingshu left in his bedroom the day before yesterday was stained with his fragrance. He said it was because the clothes were too big and had to be tied up, but Zhiyuan didn't believe it at all.

But he didn't delve into it at that time, and he couldn't bear to see Ming Shu's pitiful appearance again.

Mingshu had taken that robe, and he had always known that it did have his aura on it.

Zhiyuan's palm moved down, brushing Mingshu's lower back, and there were signs of continuing downward.

[Warm reminder: Please stay vigilant at all times to avoid anyone discovering the devil's characteristics. 】

Mingshu suddenly came to his senses and realized that Zhiyuan's hand was too close to the tail.

He hurriedly adjusted his posture and looked like he was about to push Zhiyuan away and get up to escape. Zhiyuan held him down and said in a cold tone: "What are you hiding from?" Mingshu

hesitated: "No..."

He simply leaned in and kissed him. Zhiyuan wants to kiss him.

Zhiyuan paused for breath, then put his arms around Mingshu's waist and turned his back on the guests.

He had no previous memories in this copy, and he only had kisses with Mingshu, but he felt as if he had experienced them countless times.

Later, Zhiyuan discovered that Mingshu was not young, and he would even take the initiative to reach out and hook his soft tongue.

The demon clan is mostly evil and filthy. They are the antonym of angels.

Zhiyuan pinched Mingshu's chin and pulled away, saying angrily: "Who did you learn this from?"

Mingshu looked confused, his lips were red, his amber eyes were clear and moist, and he had not recovered from the kiss just now.

Zhiyuan was inexplicably soft-hearted, and the strength in his hands became much looser.

He hugged Mingshu tightly and asked in a different way: "Who else have you kissed before?"

This kind of question should not be asked from the mouth of the archangel.

Mingshu blushed and replied: "No...only you."

He rubbed his cheek against Zhiyuan's palm: "I only like you."

Zhiyuan was silent, but the coldness in his eyes softened a lot.

"I like you so much, and I know I shouldn't..." Mingshu continued, "But I can't control it. I'm thinking about you all the time."

This is also the truth, not a word is false, the true feelings are revealed and There is always a difference between hypocrisy and hypocrisy.

The innocent and shy little angel was confessing her love to him, looking at him with adoring and dependent eyes.

Zhiyuan kissed Mingshu's lips again, this time for a longer time. When they finally separated, a few buttons on Mingshu's collar were unbuttoned, revealing his white collarbone and several obvious red marks on the side of his neck.

Mingshu leaned against him and panted slightly. The aroma coming out from under his collar was even stronger, sweet and tempting.

Zhiyuan didn't let Mingshu tidy up his clothes, leaving him disheveled and sent him back to his room.

Mingshu pressed his collar all the way, his head lowered and his cheeks flushed.

Arriving at the door of the room, Zhiyuan had to take his hand away and look at his masterpiece carefully.

Still feeling it was not enough, he unbuttoned a few more buttons, forced her into a corner and kissed and caressed her. He liked to see Mingshu blushing and shy, protesting quietly but yet obeying.

But the closeness between the two of them was limited to this. Mingshu refused to let him touch other places, such as the lower back and legs.

Realizing that Zhiyuan had this intention, Mingshu pushed him away, turned around and slipped back into the room, locking the door from the inside.

Zhiyuan suppressed the desire in his heart and turned to leave.

The lights in the corridor were lit at night, and Zhiyuan did not open his wings and walked slowly alone.

He suddenly stopped, as if aware of it, and turned his head to look at the other side of the corridor.

There is a bush at the end of the line of sight, with a golden bird sitting on the top branches.

The golden bird seemed weightless, the slender branches under its feet did not bend at all, and its dark pupils silently stared at Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan and Jinniao looked at each other, their faces as sinking as water.

After a while, the golden bird flapped its wings and flew away, disappearing into the night sky in a blink of an eye.

Every time the golden bird appears, there should be a new prophecy announced, but this time there is not.

It is more like reminding Zhiyuan to always remember the guidance of the prophecy and not to forget his true nature as an angel.

Zhiyuan stood in the corridor for a long time, then moved forward and returned to the dormitory.

As soon as he opened the door, he noticed something was wrong.

Someone else has been here, and the breath left behind is so faint that it cannot be found.

The smell permeated everywhere in the house, and was strongest at the desk by the window, where it seemed to stay the longest.

Zhiyuan walked over and opened a drawer underneath.

There are several books placed inside, in the same position as before, but one is missing.

In the entire temple, only Mingshu could freely enter and exit the inner hall and come to his bedroom.

The missing book was not an important item, but why did he do it?

Zhiyuan closed the drawer, his lowered eyes becoming colder.

-Early

the next morning, new plots and tasks were released.

[Plot Tips]:

[The demon successfully made Hell think that he was going well, and asked him to steal more things and send them back, so that other demons could take a good look at what the Archangel's things in heaven look like. Stealing something from an archangel is very dangerous, and the devil is frightened every time, but he has to do it according to the requirements of the Lord of Hell, otherwise if he fails the mission and returns to the underground, he will definitely receive a more severe punishment. ]

[One time after that, he quietly ran to the inner temple and stole something. On the way back, he accidentally bumped into the archangel. The devil was extremely worried, fearing that he would be discovered by the archangel, but the archangel did not say anything or punish him. ]

[The devil breathed a sigh of relief, teleported the stolen items back to hell as usual, and continued to disguise himself as an angel and wait for opportunities. ]

[Ding dong - Side mission released]

[Task 7: Steal an item from the Archangel quietly and teleport it back to hell]

(Click to open the [Teleportation Entrance] and place the mission props)

Let him steal something again... Ming Shu turned off the system and planned to find an opportunity to visit Zhiyuan's dormitory again. He couldn't find any other items, so he had to take another book.

Anyway, the props that were not mentioned twice in the mission cannot be the same kind. If Zhiyuan discovered the lost book, he would admit it and admit his mistake, saying that he wanted to read it but accidentally lost it after taking it away.

He walked out of the room to the front hall and found that Zhiyuan was not there.

Not only the front hall, but also the entire inner hall was empty of people.

Mingshu then went to the dormitory, but Zhiyuan was not there either.

This just gave him the opportunity to do the task. He opened the desk drawer as usual, and there was nothing inside.

When he left yesterday, he put back the remaining books intact, but they disappeared today.

Was it discovered by Zhiyuan... so he took away the remaining books? Without Zhiyuan, Mingshu could not confirm his guess, but the task still had to be done.

Mingshu had no choice but to search elsewhere in the dormitory, but as expected, found nothing like yesterday.

He also tried to tear off a little bit of fabric from the inside of the bed sheet, but the system prompted that the item was incomplete and could not be used as a mission prop.

Mingshu tried unsuccessfully. The teleportation entrance was only as big as the mouth of a bowl, and he couldn't find anything that could be stuffed in.

He recalled carefully that Zhiyuan didn't seem to be wearing anything. Ordinary angels need to wear gloves every day, but archangels don't.

The mission was limited to three days, so Mingshu finally left the dormitory and tried to find other ways.

For example, some flowers and plants in the inner hall, things that might be encountered near the places Zhiyuan has been to, Mingshu knew that he had little hope, but he failed to succeed.

He worked all day and tried almost everything he could think of, except for the last item.

Mingshu returned to his residence, opened the bedside cabinet and took out a white feather.

The feathers look complete and beautiful, and the flattened fine velvet is fluffy again. It feels delicate and soft, and it will glow at night.

Mingshu was very reluctant to give up and struggled with the feather for a long time.

But the task had to be done, and since the feather was gone, he could ask Zhiyuan again. Mingshu felt that Zhiyuan would not refuse.

He made up his mind, took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes and put the feather into the portal.

[Side mission seven has been completed! Please go to the backend to check your points rewards]

[Main mission two has been completed! Please go to the backend to check your point rewards] Have you

completed the main mission? Mingshu was stunned for a moment, then opened the system to check, and sure enough he saw that the task that required him to hide the demonic characteristics was completed, and the points reward had been received.

At the same time, Zhiyuan, who was far away at the other end of the temple, seemed to be aware of it and raised his eyes slightly.

The air pressure around him dropped sharply, and a gloomy anger emerged from his eyes.

The envoy in front noticed it and immediately fell to his knees. He didn't know what he said just now that made Zhiyuan angry.

-The

main mission was completed, and Mingshu was very happy. He finally no longer had to worry about getting closer to Zhiyuan due to the mission.

Even if there is a risk of his true identity being discovered, without the constraints of a mission, he just needs to keep Zhiyuan from getting angry.

Mingshu went out immediately, looking for Zhiyuan. He searched in the garden and various corridors, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Mingshu went to the dormitory again. This time he did not go in directly, but obediently guarded the door.

However, Zhiyuan did not come back until late at night.

Not only that night, but also for the next two days, Mingshu did not see Zhiyuan again.

He went to the outer hall to find the envoy and asked, but the envoy said he didn't know and then left in a hurry.

Mingshu was disappointed and comforted himself that Zhiyuan might be busy.

After dark, he came to the door of the dormitory again, touched the patterns on the stone pillars on the side, and waited in a depressed mood.

The lights came on in the corridor. Mingshu sat down with his back against the stone pillar, rubbed his eyes and yawned.

At this time, a familiar wind and wave stirred up. Mingshu turned around and finally saw a familiar figure.

He was so pleasantly surprised that he stood up and ran towards Zhiyuan, suddenly throwing himself into his arms.

"Where have you been?" Mingshu raised his head and said aggrievedly, "I can't find you."

Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment before reaching out and hugging Mingshu.

He hugged Mingshu tightly, pressed Mingshu firmly in his arms, leaned over and said, "Miss me?"

Zhiyuan's voice was low and deep, his words were tight, and he gently pinched the back of Mingshu's neck with one hand. .

Mingshu responded dully: "I've been waiting for you here every night. I've asked the envoys, but they don't know where you are..."

He said disappointedly and aggrieved: "When you are busy again next time , can you tell me in advance? I thought..."

Mingshu hadn't thought that Zhiyuan might have discovered that he had entered his dormitory, but if he didn't show up, Mingshu's prepared excuses wouldn't be used. He became even more uneasy.

"Why?"

Before Mingshu could answer, Zhiyuan picked up his chin and kissed him.

Mingshu responded obediently, in an unbelievable way.

After kissing for a while, he suddenly heard Zhiyuan say: "You sent my feathers back to hell?"

Mingshu opened his eyes slightly and his eyelashes trembled.

How did Zhiyuan know... When he mentioned hell, he must have discovered his identity.

Mingshu's reaction said everything. Zhiyuan's expression was cold, and there was a hint of anger in his dark eyes.

His fingertips touched Mingshu's red lips, rubbed them slightly roughly, and suddenly picked him up and headed towards the bedroom.

The door automatically closed without wind, and Mingshu was thrown into the bed.

He tried to escape, but was dragged back by his ankles, and the clothes on his body were peeled off one by one.

In the end, there was only a thin strap left, which was tied to his leg. Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and pulled it.

There was a shallow mark where the belt had been tied, which was very conspicuous on the fair skin.

The tail that was tied by the strap lost its restraint, swayed slightly and lifted up, hooking Zhiyuan's finger.

She has a pair of angel wings, a beautiful and pure face, but there is a devil's tail hidden under her clothes.

Zhiyuan said nothing, did not resist Tai's closeness, and touched the mark on Mingshu's leg where it was strangled by the belt.

Mingshu trembled slightly and instinctively shrank into his arms: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "

I, I wanted to tell you," Mingshu tried hard to defend, "but you haven't been here these days..." "

Really?" Zhiyuan said softly, grabbing the tail that was intended to wrap around his wrist.

He touched the tail, pinching the soft triangle from base to tip.