The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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After closing the temple gates,

She looked around curiously, marveling.

Sure enough, an angel,

Everywhere is clean, pleasant and pleasing to the eye.

The temple is surrounded by murals, and even the ceiling is covered with extremely exquisite large paintings.

Fusheng raised her head, looked at it for a while, blinked her eyes slightly, sighed in surprise,

No wonder it's Beloved,

If she were God, she would definitely choose a clean angel instead of a cruel and heartless devil.

Fu Sheng tilted his head slightly, looking at the flawless man on the mural,

He was dressed in a pure white robe,

Behind him, huge white wings spread out, with a perfect skeleton,

At the tip of the wings, a touch of gold impregnated his pure white wings, and the two colors intertwined, making him look extremely holy and noble, elegant and inviolable.

His pupils are blue, drooping slightly, and there is no wave in the quiet pupils,

The snow-silver long hair hangs down to the ankles, like that beautiful and winding snow river, cold and flawless.

A man holds a scepter in his hand,

It just seems to be holding it without strength, but it makes people faintly feel a sense of surrender,

Like a god, she is astonishingly beautiful, but she dares not have any blasphemous heart.

Fusheng stared at the mural for a long time,

a quarter of an hour later,

She just looked away, and was about to turn around and look behind,

In no mood,

Just when I lost my sight and inadvertently touched the figure behind the candle lamp,

She stopped suddenly, and all of a sudden, her breathing stopped.

The man I saw on the mural just now,

At this moment, he was standing there quietly, looking at her with calm pupils.

I don't know when he stood there,

The large pure white robe dragged slightly on the ground, blocking his body,

The snow-silver long hair was not tied up, but loosely hung behind her, soft and pure.

His icy blue pupils looked at her calmly, like an indifferent sea, beautiful but without warmth.

Lips are bright red and soft,

Behind him, the huge wings shrunk, only the light gold at the tip of the wings was exposed, symbolizing his identity.

Fu Sheng didn't expect to be so direct, so she confronted him.

Her heart skipped a beat for a moment,

Then, subconsciously took a step back.

Neither of them spoke,

There was deathly silence in the temple.

Fu Sheng let out an uh, not knowing what to say for a while.

behind her,

The light golden feathers slowly disappeared from the man's sight as if they had completed their mission.

Finally, it appeared on his wings.

A wing that lacks a feather is finally complete.

Michael looked at the woman in front of him calmly, his long fingers holding the scepter shrunk slightly, and his knuckles turned white.

His pupils seemed to turn red for a moment,

Just, fleeting.

Fu Sheng looked up at him.

She hesitated for a moment, then approached.

The voice is a little low, with a bit of tentativeness,

"elder brother?"

"I'm Cecia, you...do you remember me?"

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The man didn't speak, but looked at her calmly, very silent.

The beautiful and pure face vaguely bears the shadow of youth,

The childishness faded away, and what was left was an empty shell of indifference.

He held the scepter hand, silently, more and more forcefully, the knuckles were pale,

As if trying to suppress some emotion,

However, under the cover of the lamp, Fu Sheng couldn't see it.

She blinked her red eyes and murmured.

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