I Really Like That Guy!

Looking at Mochel's peony dead, ghostly and romantic look, Arlo was in a complicated mood.

When she didn't know, what happened to make the pious and innocent boy in the dilapidated temple become what he is now?

In Arlo's eyes, there was no warning in this little black house, and it was simply a disaster.

She has only had a relationship with Mercer once, and it would be too bizarre to say love and hatred, so why did he arrest her?

Could it be that this person was originally a madman, and when she rescued him, he would arrest her and imprison her?

Just like the devil in the bottle in the fairy tale, the devil is sealed in the bottle, and the person who saves him in the end will be eaten by him instead?

Arlo thought for a while and said, "Merchel, I remember I gave you a feather."

I still don't know how he will treat her. Since it's not hard enough, let's be soft.

Always test his attitude and decide how to deal with it.

Mercer slowly let go of his hand, his black eyes turned slightly, his eyes moved from her face to the broad wings behind the girl. Because of her sitting posture, her wings were folded up and hung upright behind her.

The corners of his lips smiled, and the man's fingertips gently stroked the edge of the wing.

The wings of angels are not decorations, but a part of their bodies. The flesh and blood under the feathers exudes a warm temperature, and the feathers also bring warm body temperature.

Carefully touching the warm pure white wings, Mercer said inexplicably: "Yes, it has always been treasured by me until I discovered that many people have it."

A Luo: "..." How does she answer this?

Mercer squinted at the pure white wings, his black eyes darkened.

He continued slowly: "So, I took all those feathers."

take? Afraid not to steal it?

A Luo sneered inwardly, but his face was not visible at all. She looked at the man's face carefully, but unfortunately she couldn't tell whether he would be happy or unhappy at all.

Probably finding her curiosity, Mercer raised his eyebrows slightly: "Want to take a look?"

A Luo did not speak, only a pair of blue eyes stared at him.

Mercer smiled slightly, stood up suddenly and walked out of the room.

He left abruptly, and before Arlo could react, he stepped on the teleportation formation and disappeared.

After a while, the magic circle lit up, and he walked back again, holding an old black box in his hand.

He didn't sit with her, but knelt down on one knee and squatted beside the bed.

"Look."

The box was opened, and inside were countless white feathers and a black crystal ball.

The slender fingertips gently twisted a feather, and the feather was white and flawless, hundreds of times more delicate and beautiful than the finest quills commonly used by nobles.

All the auras on the snow-white feathers dissipated, and they looked better, but it didn't prove that they were angel feathers. But Arlo still recognized at a glance that the feathers of this box had indeed fallen from her.

God, did she actually send out so many feathers?

The surprise has not faded, but Mercer's words made her eyes widen again.

"When they encounter black magic, the light will disappear. I want to experiment, how can I dye it black? Black wings must be more beautiful than white, right?" The man chuckled and said cheerfully.

Arlo: "...that's why you brought me here?"

Mochel put down the box and stretched out his hand. His fingers were long and pale, and the bones were distinct. Even if A Luo stayed in the kingdom of God every day, the perfect appearance of those angels pulled the aesthetic line to a very high level, and he was also attracted by this hand. attention.

Her gaze followed the hand, which slowly approached her, moved onto her wing, and grabbed a long white feather on the edge of the wing.

With a click, he pulled off the feather without hesitation.

After a full three seconds, Arlo realized what happened just now.

Mercer didn't notice her strangeness in the slightest. He was showing her the process of the feather being eroded by the darkness. The shimmering angel feather was held in his palm, and soon the light above was like a flame moved by the wind. The same, flickering, flickering and extinguishing.

"It's interesting isn't it? The power of light on feathers will be swallowed up by darkness. Does this mean that angels can also fall into darkness?"

Without waiting for a response for a long time, Mercer looked up subconsciously, and saw that the girl was opening her eyes wide, like a frightened deer. The beautiful blue eyes under the long eyelashes turned red unconsciously, and she could vaguely see the eyes in her eyes. Layers of crystal clear water color.

The angel pursed her petal-like lips, looked at him aggrieved, and said softly, "It hurts."

Mercer, whose expression slowly stiffened: "..."

His black eyes moved, his eyes moved to the wings behind the girl, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was a little hoarse for some reason: "I just hurt you?"

The angel girl turned her face away and said nothing, as if she was a little embarrassed, but also seemed to not want to show weakness to him.

Mercer stared at the tip of her upturned nose, which was slightly red, perhaps because of the pain.

Before, he only thought she was beautiful, which stemmed from the blessing of light. In his eyes, she was as beautiful as a beam of light.

If in the past, he regarded her as a god, at this moment, she is not only a **** in his heart, but a pure and beautiful girl.

Mercer had a sense of things getting out of control beyond his expectations. He still held the feather in his hand, but he couldn't focus on it, all on the silent angel girl.

When the girl spat out the "pain", his first reaction was to apologize.

This unexpected feeling was unfamiliar and made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The man frowned deeply. He stared at the angel on the bed for a long time, then got up suddenly, and left the room with a gloomy face without looking back.

A Luo heard the sound, and when he turned around, he saw his distant back, his footsteps hurried as if something was chasing behind him.

Mercer just left, and Arlo waited in the room for a long time, but did not wait for him to come back.

She tried to move, but as soon as her toes touched the ground, the black shackles around her body climbed and tightened like a live snake, leaving red marks on her hands and feet.

You can't run away, you can only stay.

A Luo had no choice but to go back to the bed. She originally wanted to meditate and practice, but this place not only lacked the power of light, but the air was full of dark elements, which were harmful to her.

No way, she had to lie in bed and sleep.

In fact, Arlo hadn't slept for a long time.

Angels do not need sleep. The kingdom of God they live in is full of the power of light. When they are tired, they meditate for a while, and they will be full of energy immediately.

Having lived in the kingdom of God for so long, Arlo has never seen any angel sleeping, and everyone doesn't even have a house where they live. In the concept of angels, the kingdom of God is their home.

Therefore, as soon as he lay down and was buried under the soft bedding, A Luo immediately felt a deep sleepiness in his heart.

She closed her eyes contentedly and fell into a deep sleep after a while. As for Mercer, she wasn't worried about what he would do to her, as he could tell by making her bed.

Arlo didn't see it, and shortly after she fell asleep, Mercer appeared in the house again.

The man was wearing a large black robe, and his black hair was slightly long, curled over his shoulders. His brows were gloomy, and he walked into the room impatiently. His black eyes touched the angel **** the bed, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

His steps were unconsciously lightened, and he didn't even realize that he was afraid of waking the sleeping girl.

Walking to the edge of the bed step by step, looking down at the girl who was sleeping sweetly, Mercer slowly stretched out his hand, his fingers resting on the angel's feather.

With just a little force, he can pull off another feather.

Does she hurt or not, what does it have to do with him?

Didn't he just want to see her in pain, to see this pure white light eroded by darkness, causing the aloof gods to fall into darkness?

Why, that hand seems to be fixed?

The girl's crystal blue eyes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, silently accusing him. As if his fingertips were scalded, Mercer withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

He turned his eyes, and then was attracted by a touch of red.

The girl's ankles were exposed outside the skirt, her calf was slender and well-proportioned, and her tender skin almost merged with the snow-white long skirt under her body. However, there were several distinct red marks on such fair and flawless skin.

The red marks climbed on her thin ankle one by one, like a small snake cruising on the snow, so bright and dazzling.

Mochel only glanced at it, and then frowned deeply. He reached out his hand to touch the red marks, and then turned towards the devil, unknowingly holding up the girl's delicate feet.

Just as he remembered, she didn't wear shoes, but her feet were white and soft, not stained with dust.

He couldn't help stroking the foot, as if he was playing with a treasure he couldn't put down, until his fingertips moved up, and the girl probably felt uncomfortable, and murmured vaguely.

Mochel woke up like a dream, and he stepped back several steps, as if the angel girl sleeping on the bed was some kind of beast.

His expression was extremely ugly. He looked at his hands, and then at the angel's feet. His eyes were full of deep thought.

Finally, he turned around thoughtfully, stepped into the teleportation array in the corner of the room, and teleported to the second underground floor.

The space on the second floor is also huge. This is the magic laboratory of the old wizard. He experimented with magic, made potions and some magical instruments. When he left here, he walked too quickly, and only had time to take away important things. Many black magic items remain.

Mercer searched for materials in the laboratory, tinkling busy all night, and his results were finally released the next day.

It was a huge cage made of a metal capable of containing the power of darkness. It was extremely heavy, the color was evil black, and black magic was engraved on each pillar.

Mercer took it to the upstairs room and draped it over the soft bed.

The little angel on the bed hadn't woken up yet, she slept very peacefully, her fair little face flushed, even if he was imprisoned by him, she still didn't take precautions and knew nothing about what he did.