Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After waiting patiently for a while, the bad angel, full of evil thoughts, flapped his wings and took off.

Like a magic spell, she took out a divine rope from behind.

He pulled hard, as if to check its strength.

The beautiful charming angel flapped its wings and landed quietly in the temple.

When the toes hit the ground, the cold temperature of the ground came, like a cold cellar.

She put the rope behind her, her beautiful green eyes staring straight at the god on the throne, and she approached little by little with light steps.

At this moment, the god has fallen into a quiet meditation, with his eyes closed and his silver hair shining brightly.

A face as flawless as frost and snow, in the silent temple, is like the most perfect porcelain, beautiful, yet delicate and fragile.

His appearance is very deceiving.

The beautiful yet delicate face is the best weapon to confuse people, luring the prey to move forward step by step.

The evil charming angel stepped on the stairs one step at a time with bare feet.

On her slender white wrist, the crystal chain reflected the bright light, making her look as gorgeous as a poppy flower.

The appearance is as warm as fire.

She stood in front of the seemingly fragile and beautiful young man, staring quietly with her beautiful eyes.

It was as if he was thinking about the possibility of escaping unscathed.

She was not a fool and naturally knew that if she tied him up, she would receive extremely harsh revenge.

Being tied up on the Immortal Mountain and having your heart and liver pecked out by an eagle every day?

Having your limbs cut off and enduring the pain of being whipped every day?

Or let her lose her power and become the most despicable slave forever?

Cecia thought about all the possible consequences of this.

Before she even took action, she had already thought about her future.

She looked down at her cord.

Suddenly there was some hesitation.

Tied up... equals death.

No binding... She couldn't swallow this breath.

Being turned into a cat for no reason, and being bullied for so long, everyone would feel aggrieved.

Cecia stared quietly at the beautiful young man with his eyes closed, the cord in his hand motionless.

He had obviously made a plan, but he kept standing there without taking action.

He just lowered his head and curled his lips.

...Forget it, what if I tie him up?

At most, it's just a couple of blows to vent your anger.

Are you still going to let him go?

At the last moment, the man who returned to his senses put the rope away.

Still didn’t choose to make a big mistake.

But demons and angels who must take revenge still have to vent their anger.

She looked at the stunning ice-like god and slowly leaned over.

Stretch out your hand and gently cover his face.

He is warm, whether it is his hands or his cheeks.

The tentacles felt warm and soft. Looking at it from a close distance, Cecia could even see his lingering and curled eyelashes, each one clearly defined.

He closed his eyes and shut down his five senses, just like a beautiful god with no desires, no desires, no joy and no anger.

Snow-colored skin, kind brows, and extremely soft lips.

The charming angel who was always used to being wanton seemed to be bewitched, staring at his flawless appearance without moving.

Gently, for fear of accidentally touching such a pure and flawless person.

Looking at his face up close, Cecia suddenly felt that he was not so angry anymore.

At least, he didn't do anything to her, and the punishment wasn't too harsh.

While comforting herself like this, she touched his extremely beautiful face like a gangster.