The three pairs of eyes of the Wangcai stared at the young man on the bed, but they didn't see anything abnormal.

What made a certain Wang unacceptable the most was that there was a big living person who broke into their den.

It's not even noticed?

The fairy sister didn't notice it, so forget it.

It is smashed by a dog, and it is the most alert, and the slightest wind and grass cannot escape its ears and nose.

But it ...... I didn't even notice that this Mingxi was coming?!

Could it be that he is?

Summoned directly to the bed of its fairy sister?

Cerberus Wangcai blinked, thinking it was terrible.

[The ......]

Wangcai hesitated.

"Say!"

Jing Bu's fierce tone.

[Sister Fairy, how long are you going to hold it? ] 】

When you're asleep, just hold it, after all, you didn't see it.

But now that you are sober and still holding it, Sister Fairy?

That's a bit excessive!

Jing Buchang's gaze fell on the two of them suddenly.

It's a beast!

Directly use each other as a large pillow!

Quickly withdrew his hands and legs, turned over and simply got out of bed.

This movement directly affected the thin quilt covering their bodies, revealing the thin body of the young man.

Above is a white shirt, the top two buttons of the shirt are unbuttoned, revealing the delicate collarbone of the teenager, the skin is fair and delicate, and it seems to be shining dazzlingly in the sun.

Below......

Jing Buzheng quickly put the quilt back on the young man's body, and looked fiercely at Wangcai in the house.

【！！！ 】

A certain Cerberus jerked up its head.

Sister Fairy, why are you looking at me so fiercely?

Do I have something on my face?

"Get out!"

【……】

My fairy sister's face changed like flipping through a book.

Why are you so fierce?

Go out, get out.

The Cerberus Wangcai, with its nimble four legs, went straight out of the room and went downstairs.

In the room, after only the two of them were left, Jing Buzheng's eyes fell coldly on his big bed, and his tone was not good.

"Who are you, why are you in my bed, and how did you sneak in?!"

"Master, I'm Mingxi."

Mingxi?

I don't know!

What's that?

Jing Buzheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes showed that he didn't know, he didn't understand, let him say it a little more clearly.

"Master, it's obvious that you summoned me over, how can you not know who I am?"

When did I call?

I didn't!

Is it called in a dream?

The girl was a little weak in her heart, but she still had a tiger face, firmly believing that she had not done it!

"I'm Mingxi, your archangel?"

"Big ...... Angel? ”

Jing Buzheng quickly ran to the balcony, grabbed the railing with both hands, and looked straight down to see the summoning array he had worked so hard to draw last night.

At this moment, where is there still a shadow in the summoning array that she worked so hard to draw in the courtyard last night?

The yard couldn't be cleaner, and there was no shadow of the formation!

"Master, when the summoning is complete, the summoning array is gone."

Jing Bu Zheng: !!

No way?

Could it be that I really summoned in my dream last night?

Standing on the balcony, bathed in the morning sun, the scenery is indisputable, beautiful, powerful, except for the frowning brow, which makes her look tainted with the atmosphere of the world.

Otherwise, those who see her will definitely mistake her for an angel who has fallen into the demon realm.

No, she was more dazzling than their angels.

Mingxi sat on the bed and looked straight at the girl on the balcony.

As soon as he awoke from his dream at dusk last night, he heard her call, and he came.

Unexpectedly, what greeted him was not the girl's warm smile, but her sleeping appearance.

Jing Buchang, who was asleep, was well-behaved and lovely, so he couldn't hold back, and lifted the quilt and lay down together.

Unexpectedly, after a while, he was hugged tightly by her.

Like an octopus, it wrapped around him.

"Twelve-winged, archangel?"

All right.

I accept my fate.

The boy in front of me, who looks like an elf, is my magic messenger.

My magic envoy is different from someone else's!

My family's magic envoy is so beautiful that I want to hide!

“！！！”

There are times when I want to hide someone?

Jing Buzheng stared at the little angel in front of her with a pair of eyes, and she stood by the bed, looking at him condescendingly.

"Master, my name is Mingxi."

"I can...... Look at your wings? ”

Fluffy, white-flowered wings?!

Right!

I must have wrapped his wings, twelve!

Instead of...... He's a man!

It has to be so, it has to be like this......

A certain dispute in self-hypnosis, the means are very strong to imply themselves.

But there are some things, is it just that she hints at herself more?

No way!

"Yes."

A porcelain white boy lifted the quilt and got out of bed, wearing a white shirt and beige slacks.

He reached out, grabbed Jing Buzheng's hand, and pressed her to the bed.

Then the young man walked to the original location of Jing Buzheng, and the sunlight shone on his body, as if he was coated with a layer of divine light.

Warm and bright, it makes his whole person look warm and jade.

"Whew-"

The originally spacious room, the bright room, suddenly became a degree darker.

The white feathers, the roots are white, the twelve pairs of wings are suddenly spreading, and the eyes are round.

Beauty......

Indescribable beauty.

Jing stood up from the bed without arguing.

Reaching out, he gently stroked the wings of an angel.

The soft feathers and the good touch make people's hearts seem to soften.

Not only did he touch his hands, but his face also rubbed up, and he couldn't wait to rub the whole person.

"The host ......"

Mingxi's voice changed, and his clear voice was dyed with a light tremor, as if he had been bullied fiercely.

"What's wrong?"

Am I heavy?

Hurts?

I'm obviously very light, very careful, right?

Jing Buzheng asked with concern, and on the other hand, he didn't say that he would be guilty.

This touch, that touch.

One moment to touch the tips of the wings, the next to touch the ......

In a flash, twelve pairs of wings were gone, and a certain boy who was supposed to be standing in front of him was also gone.

Subconsciously looking for an angel.

I saw a miniature version of a little angel flying in front of me.

The same twelve pairs of wings, the same white shirt on the top and beige slacks on the bottom, fanning the little wings, flew to her shoulders and sat down.

Then he held his cheeks with both hands, not knowing whether he wanted to hide the flush on his face, or if he simply wanted to make such a gesture.

"Why did it suddenly get smaller?"

Haven't I touched it enough?

I'm your master, feel the swelling?

If you don't touch it, forget it, and just make yourself so small?!

It's cuter, and it makes me want to hide you, what should I do?

Look at the good things you've done!!

"I'm running out of energy and can't maintain my normal form."