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

Chapter 130: Angel in Disguise (7)

The envoy is also one of the indispensable helpers around the temple and the archangel. If the envoy makes a mistake, he will usually be punished lightly, as long as he means it.

And I heard that this time, just because the envoy had some thoughts that an angel should not have, and did not really have time to do anything, he was still punished.

The apostles all said that the archangel didn't even give him a chance to change his ways, and he couldn't tolerate the slightest grain of sand in his eyes.

The expelled missionaries can also serve in other temples, but they cannot come back.

Mingshu still had an unreal feeling when he remembered that the envoy he had met yesterday was no longer here today.

That envoy had a weird attitude towards him, so it would be fine if he left... But from the looks of it, given Zhiyuan's character, the task would probably be more difficult.

Yesterday, even after using the incense, Zhiyuan couldn't even look at him. In this dungeon, the character details could not be viewed, and the system did not indicate the favorability level.

In his impression, Sang Yin had always liked him, and even if he looked cold and indifferent, he would not let him be wronged.

Mingshu was distracted again. He didn't sleep well last night and his mind was a little confused. He was thinking about Zhiyuan he met during the day and worried that the envoy would be affected by the scent of the incense.

With the main mission in hand, he must be absolutely vigilant. Even if his life is not in danger, he must not let anyone discover his demonic characteristics.

In addition to the uneasiness in his heart, Mingshu's body was also not feeling well. He used to need to be comforted by Sang Yin to fall asleep every night. Even if he didn't do anything, he still had to touch his tail.

He endured the anxiety and discomfort, fell asleep late at night, and took a shower first in the morning.

"We must be careful in our words and deeds in the future," one of the apostles said anxiously, "Aren't the group of apostles who were kicked out of the temple before... also an example?"

Because Tianchi was polluted, all the apostles in the West Temple were directly deported. The culprit may not be among them.

In just two days, the apostles had only seen the archangel once, and they were already afraid and timid of this harsh and merciless monarch.

Mingshu listened silently and did not participate in their conversation.

There are a total of six envoys in the temple, four of them are responsible for the four side halls of the temple, and the remaining two serve the archangel in the inner hall. Now that one is gone, another one can only be transferred from the archangel to fill the vacancy.

The apostles assigned daily tasks as usual. The previous envoy was no longer here, and Mingshu could not go to the inner temple.

His tasks once again became the most common tasks of watering flowers, feeding animals in the taming zoo, etc., and occasionally he would accompany other apostles.

For five days, the archangel never appeared.

Everything in the temple went as planned, and during these five days, there was no movement in the system.

Mingshu yawned while pruning the flower branches.

The apostle not far away turned to look at him and asked with concern: "Have you not slept well these days?"

Mingshu looked not in good spirits, with a small patch of faint blue and black appearing under his eyes, and his light-colored lips made him look a little depressed. .

But this does not affect his appearance at all, but makes people feel more pity.

"A little bit..." Mingshu responded vaguely, "I'm fine."

The tasks and "work" in the temple were relatively easy, and it was his own fault.

After repairing the flower branches on this side, he opened the system panel, took a look, put down the scissors and said, "I'm going to take a drink of water."

After saying this, Mingshu said goodbye to the apostle beside him and turned to leave.

Instead of going to a place with a water source to drink water, he went straight back to his residence and locked the door.

The small transparent wings behind him expired and disappeared at the last second.

Mingshu took off his gloves, unbuttoned a button on his collar, fell on the bed and hugged the pillow, not wanting to move.

The tail tied under the clothes was a little uncomfortable, so he loosened the belt at the same time, and the tail broke free from the restraints and popped out of the pants little by little.

Mingshu grabbed the tip of the tail and touched it himself, his cheeks turning red.

He seemed to be comforting himself... but he was really uncomfortable, and this was the only way to relieve him.

Mingshu closed his eyes and buried his face deeply in the pillow, imagining that Sang Yin was still beside him.

But there is always a difference between fantasy and reality. After a while, Mingshu sat up with a sense of loss and went to the bathroom.

After gathering himself again, Mingshu opened the mall and his eyes froze.

[Mid-level wings (easy to install) (extremely long time limit)]

Mingshu remembered that when he looked at it a few days ago, the product description on the first line was still low-level wings, which was the kind he used at the beginning.

He didn't buy it, because he was worried that the time limit of such body parts props could not be stacked, and it would be a waste if he bought them, so he thought about waiting until the ones he was using expired.

As a result, it became an intermediate level today...

The mall will be updated at 0 o'clock every day. Mingshu was struggling and planned not to go out until night, but to hide in the house and wait for the props to be refreshed.

Mingshu was not in good condition in the morning. Several apostles saw him. They didn't show up in the afternoon and they didn't think much about it. They thought he was not feeling well and was resting. They also helped him with the task of watering the flowers.

Waiting until night, after 0 o'clock, Mingshu opened the mall as soon as possible.

[Intermediate wings (easy to install) (extremely long time limit)]

Now there was no way to wait any longer... Mingshu had no choice but to buy the wings and pay one-half more points.

The middle-level wings are much larger than the low-level ones, with one side about as long as an arm. They are still transparent, but thinner, and some feather patterns are beginning to appear on the surface.

It looked more beautiful, but...how was he going to explain the sudden change in his wings?

The next day, Mingshu waited until the last moment before opening the door.

Two apostles happened to pass by outside and saw a small section of wings exposed on his side. They were shocked: "You... have you advanced?"

Mingshu didn't understand the rules of angel advancement and looked confused: "I don't know. ..."

He told the two apostles that he was like this when he woke up.

The apostle looked envious and did not question Mingshu. He led him to the front hall to find the apostle.

The new envoy in the West Palace looked to be in his thirties and had a kind face. He carefully looked at Ming Shu's new wings: "Advanced overnight... Are you still young? It is indeed very unusual..." The

angel's new wings Advancement is related to many aspects. Talent is the most important, as well as character and character, which determine whether you can take the nourishment of the temple as your own.

The envoy circled around Mingshu. Mingshu lowered his head, feeling increasingly uneasy, fearing that clues would be discovered.

The next moment, the emissary said in an admiring tone: "This must be the talent given by God, combined with your own character..."

He praised Mingshu, he must be an apostle who is extremely pure and kind from the inside out. , to advance in such a short time after entering the temple.

After listening to the envoy's words, Mingshu quietly breathed a sigh of relief and concealed his guilty conscience. His appearance was deceptive to a certain extent, and he really looked like he was innocent and ignorant.

The envoy became more and more excited, and immediately wanted to report this matter to the archangel, and wanted to make Mingshu a key training target in the temple.

This development was even more beyond Mingshu's expectations. He clenched his hands with both nervousness and anticipation.

Compared to apostles, envoys are more capable, but Mingshu is not a real angel at all and knows nothing about it.

He was afraid of being exposed and wanted to see Zhiyuan.

The envoy was resolute and was about to go to the inner hall. Before leaving, he told Mingshu that he could move out of the outer hall and choose a new room of his own in the inner hall.

Mingshu no longer has to do tasks like watering flowers.

After the envoy left, Mingshu also left the front hall under the envious eyes of the apostles.

After temporarily getting over the situation, Mingshu became an envoy.

Although he advanced too quickly in the eyes of others and would attract more attention than before, as an envoy, he could enter and exit the inner sanctum at any time and see the archangel.

There was nothing to take away from the original residence, so Mingshu didn't want to wait for a moment and stepped into the inner hall.

The whereabouts of the archangel were elusive, and Mingshu didn't dare to run around. He walked around the periphery of the inner hall and found an empty room.

[Ding Dong - Side Mission Released]

The system, which had been silent for several days, finally released a new mission.

[Task 3: Give the white rabbit in the animal taming park a manic medicine exclusive to hell, and release the manic white rabbit from the park]

(Click to receive the mission props:)

The task time limit is two days... the description of the manic medicine says In the hell version, this time's mission is the same as polluting Tianchi, causing panic and chaos.

Mingshu could imagine that when the envoy discovered the reason for the manic rabbit and learned that there were demons lurking in the temple, he would definitely investigate again...

But the task had to be done. Mingshu had not received the props for the time being, and planned to wait until the afternoon or tomorrow. If you find a chance during the day, go to the Animal Taming Park.

He turned off the system panel, and a strange envoy hurried over from the other end of the corridor.

The envoy had never seen Mingshu before, so he thought he was an ordinary envoy from the West Palace. He handed the thing in his hand to him: "Send this to the archangel."

Mingshu quickly took it and looked down to see that it was a small boy. Box of plasters.

He was stunned for a moment: "The archangel was injured?"

The envoy in front of him glanced at him: "Yes, it's been several days... Go as soon as possible, don't waste time." The

archangel's injury, even several envoys were also injured. I don't know where it came from, but it seems to have been there before he took office.

When the envoy found out, he immediately sent several kinds of wound medicine. As a result, two days later, the archangel still had a faint smell of blood on his body, which showed that the injury was not healed at all. It was unclear whether it was ineffective or not used at all.

He didn't want to ask too many questions, so he had to go everywhere to find more and better medicine for wounds. One of them would work.

The original emissary in the West Palace was expelled, and there was only one emissary left beside the archangel. He became even busier. He happened to see Mingshu and gave him the medicine. Mingshu agreed, asked where the archangel might be, and went there with the ointment.

The buildings in the inner hall were taller and larger, and there were various overlapping corridors and palaces. Mingshu almost got lost. After walking for half an hour, he passed by an open-air hall and finally saw a familiar figure inside.

Zhiyuan sat alone on the stone chair in front of the hall, his eyes lowered, his face bathed in the sunlight.

Mingshu approached and stood below: "Your Majesty..."

When he met Shang Zhiyuan's gaze, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and he said cautiously: "The envoy asked me to deliver medicine to you."

Mingshu and Mingshu both When he saw Zhiyuan alone for the first time, his wings were different, but Zhiyuan didn't seem to notice, or he didn't care at all.

He glanced at Mingshu's face and said, "Bring it up."

Mingshu walked up the steps, holding a small box of ointment in his hand.

As he got closer, he seemed to be able to feel the unique aura of Zhiyuan. Even though it was unfamiliar, Mingshu unconsciously wanted to get closer, especially after he had endured several nights alone.

He squeezed the ointment tightly and couldn't help but ask: "Are you... injured?"

Why was it injured? Who did it? Is it serious... For a moment, Mingshu was thinking again, it was the second time they met, he had Didn't make an impression on myself.

The tip of the tail under the clothes rubbed against the skin, Mingshu lowered his head and looked away.

Zhiyuan didn't answer and stood up holding on to the armrest.

He did not take the ointment from Mingshu's hand, but took off his robe, put his slender fingers on his collar, and unbuttoned several buttons.

Ming Shu was caught off guard and his cheeks suddenly turned red.

He took a step back, not knowing whether to avoid or wait for orders.

Mingshu's expression froze until the collar on one side was pulled open, revealing the scar on his heart.

The location and shape of this wound... were very similar to the knife he stabbed on Sang Yin's body before leaving the last copy.

The blush on his face had not completely dissipated, and he looked blankly at the injuries on Zhiyuan's body, with a hint of distress in his eyes.

The wound looked like it had been there for some time, but there was still a trace of blood seeping out, as if it had not been properly treated, and the coagulated blood scab tore open again and could not heal.

Zhiyuan looked at Mingshu, his tone unchanged: "Apply the medicine for me."

Mingshu came back to his senses, his amber eyes looked a little dull: "...Hmm."

He took a step closer and unscrewed the ointment. cover.

Including the envoys, serving Zhiyuan is the meaning of the existence of all angels in the temple. It is reasonable for him to ask Mingshu to give him medicine.

What Mingshu cares about is that this wound is so similar to the place where Sang Yin was injured in the last copy...could he also retain his memory?

But Zhiyuan looked very cold... If he had memory, he would definitely not be like this.

In order to make it easier to apply medicine to Zhiyuan, Mingshu took off his gloves, dipped a little ointment on his fingertips, and applied it on the wound gently and carefully.

His eyelashes are very long, like a thick little brush, casting a small shadow on his face.

Zhiyuan was looking at Mingshu, his eyes falling on his face, focusing on his delicate and delicate facial features and black hair.

The fair and smooth forehead was blocked by some broken hair, and it looked normal, and there was no trace of any horn growth.