"Oh no, her dimensional turbine has already started."

Michel's mind echoed sharply below the shoulders of Soroyaste.

"It seems that I can't be your tour guide, let me stop this battle, you just have to digest the virtual crossing interface I gave you. When it's all melted, just think about the space-time axis you want to reach the most—forget it, you might get lost—and think hard about the troublemaker you want to see, tsk! ”

He nodded meekly, and the objects on his tongue gradually shed his autonomy, his grasp, layer after layer, of his (not very rich) resistance. He meditated intently, the face burned in the tunnel of consciousness.

The sneer is full of cruel melancholy, and when he talks about lovelessness, he is as soft as feeding a bird bait. The one who drove nails and flowers into his skull, the devil who held shut-ins beings and himself.

Just at the boundary of the film-like dimension, a fluctuation of the smell of peony rolled into his thoughts. I don't know where I took out those words, and the words splashed out of his mouth like torches.

"Oh, dawning star, why did you fall from the sky like lightning that splits the heavens and the earth, like fireworks that never reappear?"

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"Where did this kid learn this kind of unsavvy poetry?"

Lucifer looked at the dimensional lens embedded in the palm of his hand, half-closed eyes with lightning and tidbits in ambush, looking at Rukawa Daqian, who he was currently unable to return to on his own.

Suddenly, a blank and sharp voice broke his semi-slumber.

"Because you are restless and easily bored, even the things you like cannot be countered by your fleeting eyes. All the things that He has placed with you for a long time have either long since parted ways or have been laid to rest. The person who can really cure your delirium is either dead or unborn. ”

"Damn!"

Lucifer was very resigned and very patient in changing his position, moving from lying on his side to his stomach. He's really fed up, and being able to look at that guy for a moment can be regarded as earned.

"Mr. Apostle, can you change your rhetoric! The proposition of love and eternity, the emotional sinner of the water-based poplar flower, etc., are full of researchers in this category. It's not for me to say that you are so self-contained, but you can't enter the strict academic competition market. ”

He hugged the pillow made of the brocade of light waves, buried his cheeks in the tender white and round living fabric shaped like a peach, and deliberately approached slowly despite the footsteps behind him.

"You've finally joined the camp of superlifeforms, and you still can't look at it and let it go. God knows, the theme that Jesus bothered to devise—from the thorns of betrayal to the sweet juice that flowed out—drained his limited imagination! ”

Bodies that exuded anger and body heat stood behind him, and the boundaries between them were about to be touched. The partial Lucifer does not shake off the opponent momentum of this bushido.

"If you don't grow up like this, he'll be very sad. That's right,"

Lucifer giggled like a warbler out of the valley with his worst face.

"I forgot that he doesn't have the physical means to express his disappointment now, does he?"

Before he could finish laughing, he was turned over violently.

Judas's eye sockets were ready to burst out with a fire python, and the heart that pressed on his chest should have been out of action for a long time, but it was like a burning jungle emitting the sound of trees cracking.

Seeing his heartbroken look, Lucifer almost forgot his original intention and withdrew the final blow that was ready to be attacked. Forget it, in all kinds of battles, he also stabbed and plotted against Judas from time to time?

When it comes to using the body as a weapon and treating Fang as a trapped butterfly under his own snare, this trick is not unsuccessful.

It's just that he never understood why Judas chose the "purgatory punishment" that followed him like a shadow—even if it was 10,000 steps back, it would be extremely difficult for him to give up Jesus, and he didn't have to agree to such absurd conditions.

It is too gentle to say that symbiosis is parasitic in Judas, and the Jesus who lives in Judas is like a doll's spool, and as long as the mood comes, the puppet can dance any step he wants.

The problem is that by being put under the collar called love, this puppet has lost the possibility of love forever.

With the closest gesture to gentleness, he lifted Judas' bowed head.

"Do you want to go back to the original point where you couldn't reverse it, Twelfth Disciple?"

The other party waved his hand away with a rare adolescent stubbornness. A whole beautiful and powerful male carbon organic body in the prime of life was released in this way, leaving aside all the reserve and power tricks, like a thick layer of volcanic ash, covering Lucifer's immobile body.

Lucifer sighed softly as he played with the hair that had floated to his face.

"You deliberately choose a series of mortal bodies that are endless. Every once in a while, do it all over again. The hesitation of survival, the decay of blood and secretions, the twitching of short sexual intercourse, and the drowning of breath again and again. You really can't get tired of playing these dirty tricks!

"On the one hand, you are using this to appease the incurable rage in your body, and you want to take revenge on the master who assumed the name 'Savior' and single-handedly orchestrated you to manipulate you, the son of God who tortured you by residing in your body. On the other hand, you yourself know that because there is no reason for the love of your hometown, the moth in your body keeps and again, just to get the apocalypse, or to despair once and for all. ”

Lucifer glides down Judas's spine until he frozes at the caudal vertebrae, which inhabits the pineal gland and the basin of joy, to find the vital point. He knew how he couldn't help but be able to help the unruly face hidden in his shoulder socket.

Knowing that it is useless, the perseverance increases the decisive frenzy of the waterfall rushing down.

"The moment you want to go back, the moment you want to go back to it, slips out of your grasp forever at the moment of the destruction of the organic body. So you don't give up, try again, and again, and you think that the perverse return will exempt you from the status quo that has become. ”

Just as Judas finally broke down and screamed, he gathered what little power he had left, sending him into the void of oblivion and bliss.

Really, sometimes he really doesn't like his own sadness. Why comfort that kid? It is said that he should laugh and groan and suffer from the other party's spasms, and the miserable situation of tossing and turning before and after the critical point, just not to give a good death.

Forget it, Lucifer sticks out his tongue secretly, even if it's a free snack that comes with it.

"You've been sad for a long time, haven't you? Pain makes you grow black dragon scales, makes you fall extremely sultry, and makes you distressed and unable to face your own mistakes. ”