Lucifer tilted his head, noncommittally scooping up Soroast's hair, and then rubbing the already rich and unkempt insolent thread.

"How? The little Vulcan is getting impatient in the capsule? Why don't you play by yourself, I don't have the time to watch you. ”

Soroast propped up the floor with his intact arm, and the other autumn-colored blade stretched out of his arm stubbornly pressed against Lucifer's hair and cervical vertebrae, both pampered and unstoppable.

That's right, he's almost bored! I don't know how long it has been since my body was born from the "vacuum tube", and he still doesn't know anything about the worldly phenomena outside the spaceship; What's even more odious is that in the face of this tempting devil with a slight collapse in front of him, he felt an inexplicable hormone flow in his body.

"What a gritty little ghost. Want me to take you out for fun, huh? ”

Solo nodded impatiently—and inadvertently, the tip of the sword, dancing with pleasure, cut into the bright red shackle between Lucifer's neck, and plunged into the white skin bottomlessly!

There was no time to blink or react, and he could only let his reckless sword and arrow escape into the other party's interior. The clear liquid that pobbled out of Lucifer's veins seeped out and drenched Soloast's hot skin...

He bit the corner of his mouth slightly, not knowing whether to feel sorry or embarrassed. What I don't understand is what kind of information the other party's smiling expression is informing him!

"Of course, I want you to clean up the aftermath! Haven't you heard a proverb, "If you knock over the glass and let the wine flow, you have to lean over and lick it off!" ”

Yes! This, this is...? This means that, to the best of his newborn life, he is looking through the database in his mind for any possible explanation.

However, there was no need for such serious evidence, and Lucifer told him with his evil expression that there was no need to talk back and forth in words about the situation at this moment.

The passive appearance of the obscene, the posture of not resisting and allowing him to explore, just like that, lay across the shiny floor.

It didn't matter, but it did everything to show him what the supreme temptation was that could not kill blood—that was the incomparable authority to play the role of prey!

"Come here, come to my territory. Yes, this is it! Ah, come closer, not with your mind, but with your eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and fingers..."

In this way, as the torrent drenched his body and the claw marks scraped into his back, he clinged to the mentor who wrote the devil and hell as an Ouroboros, and learned a dance that pinned down to the bottom of his bones.

There is no room for bargaining, let alone a bargaining chip for reciprocal transactions, he can only commit himself to his own respite and the deep valley of the other party, enter the sword scabbard that he has never seen before, and find his first encounter with this universe.

That's where the journey began.

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"Can't help but not peep at him? This is the greatest pastime you can spend on eternal time! ”

The immortal, whose whole body was covered in a pearly white halo, did not lift a single pale golden eyelash, nor did he shyly close the telekinesis reader of the fourth dimension as the provocateur wanted. As if announcing his concentration and longing in an indifferent manner, he continued to stare at the cunning figure in mid-air

The delicate long hair fluttering in the wind is like a silk silk that dementors the soul, slightly full of desire to rest. The smooth forehead of the immortal crepes with a trace of sorrow because of excitement and pity.

Kroce's voice is like a swamp aquatic plant that cannot ignore its strength, constantly poking out in the shade, moist and malicious clinging to the listener's sensory system.

The sight had a rancid luscendo, like the fishy smell of the lower body of a serpent and its sore scales.

"It's been so long! Even a long sleep of death and life will make the sleeper wake up with excessive satiety, right? It's just that your ignorance and straightforwardness towards him beyond eternity can actually achieve a crazy popular drama that is rare in the universe! ”

The Immortal replied in a whisper, "Shut up. ”

His voice was brittle and thin, like a hyacinth stem that would break in two when blown in the wind. However, the small rebuke that seemed to be nothing, and did not exert any power or authority, made the arrogant beauty beside him feel curtailed.

Her eyebrows were tightened, her eyes showed a few sharp scars of mist color, and her arms as white as mutton fat were stubbornly embraced.

He looked back and stared at Croce's accusatory and pathetic face. "Hey, can't you really spare me once and let me peep until I'm satisfied?"

"No way, Heavenly Father. If everything had gone your way, it wouldn't be where the story is now. ”

The Sulphur Light Supreme God stretched out his hands, and in a slightly suspicious posture that concealed a huge amount of sorrow, he embraced the strange life form in front of him that shared his filth and tenderness.

It was as if by questioning her, He threw the never-ending dilemma back to Himself.

"In other words, I must have to choose one after another in relieving the uninspiring feeling of Hyosung and giving everything to fight a race with no chance of winning?"

Croce's clinging to his neck, the faint sound of passing water like a delicate petal sailing into the pit of memory.

"That's my question, too. Between you and Him, between God the Father and the Father, I must choose only one allegiance, through hatred and desire, to fulfill my own want and emptiness? ”

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Afterwards, Lucifer allowed the force field that burst open to him, and temporarily flew in a ring of inorganic matter around him. As for the waves of the body, that's another matter

Although both of them were already extremely weak, unable to move another finger, or even shake off the messy hair that was attached to their faces, the newborn deity who had tasted the umami of desire for the first time continued to rely on him!

The fiery skin pressed against him arrogantly, burning out a few traces of exhaustible abundance.

Probably, this is the state he has been resisting entering?

At that time, at the juncture of the angry severance with the sulfur gods, the words of the four angels flowed back to his train of thought one after another

It is not the desire to be obsessed with a specific object, and it is happy to go on a journey with no end.

There is no unique object, but there is an ambiguous opponent. There is no one, but there is a different texture of soundness and madness.

In this way, under the collision and overturning of the sword of fire, didn't he and this newborn god who had not yet entered the world perform a huge flow of heat and light energy?