The Spirit Realm

Chapter 96 Sweet Plan (4) Hmm... Metatron's fingers lingered on Mammon's face, hesitating slightly. Mammon turned her head, grabbed his fingers and kissed them gently, then looked up at him. Naked hint—— Or called explicit. A warm touch came from his fingertips, and Metatron felt his heart beat slightly faster. Mammen suddenly let go of her hand, stood up and hugged his waist. Metatron's waist is very thin, but it is not just a handful of bones. Even through the material, he could imagine the strength in his waist. "Meta..." He used a low voice to bewitch him. Metatron let out an inaudible sigh and put his hands on Mammon's shoulders. Mammen's eyes narrowed, her arms around Metatron's waist suddenly tightened, and she instantly moved to the bedroom. The bed in the bedroom was specially brought by him from hell. Soft yet elastic, it won't hurt your body. Metatron was lying on his back, looking calm. But he knew that he was not calm, but stiff. From face to body. Mammon's fingers gently stroked his brow, soothing his mood. Metatron's hand was still on his shoulder, in a gesture of welcome but rejection. "I love you." He lowered his head and kissed his lips. Metatron remained unresponsive for a while before slowly returning the kiss. Mammon's hands became restless, exploring all the way from inside the skirt. "You're very skilled." Metatron's voice suddenly woke up Mammon, who was about to lose her mind. Coldness rushed to her fingertips and they froze. The lowered eyelashes trembled twice, Mammon looked up and showed an almost flattering smile, "Come on." He hugged Metatron and turned around, lying carelessly under Metatron. This role reversal made Metatron, who was originally holding Mammon's shoulders, look more like he was holding Mammon's shoulders. Mammen blinked, "Or do you want me to be more proactive?" He raised his hands and began to unbutton his buttons. The wheat-colored skin is exposed inch by inch. The temptation to stop talking. After unbuttoning the third button, he saw that Metatron still had no intention of moving, and felt a chill in his heart. Still not working? Because of the absurdity back then? If so, could he ask Metatron to turn back time and let him go back to the past and give himself a good beating for the way he used to anesthetize himself with a corrupt life? His fingers were frozen on the buttons, and it took him a long time to reveal a smile that was definitely not calm, "I'm joking. Actually, it's quite good for us to do this." It's really good. You can see him and touch him every day. Compared with the distant and hopeless longing of the past, this life is paradise. Even if the desires in his heart are clamoring and greed is wrapping around his heart like a vine crazily and devouring his soul, he must persevere. After living this life of facing Metatron day and night, he could no longer imagine the days of losing him. When he thought that Metatron might leave his side and would only be able to find him in his memories in the future, Mammon felt a stabbing pain from his toes to his brain. He tried his best to control his slightly trembling fingertips, buttoning his shirt tightly, then hugged Metatron and rested his head on his shoulder. "We will be together forever." He used affirmative sentences - unable to accept any doubt. Metatron finally moved, raised his hands, supported the bed, and slowly left his body. Mammon remained motionless as the needle-like pain gathered together and swept through his body overwhelmingly. Metatron didn't move away, but lay down next to him. "You come on." A trace of relief, a trace of helplessness, a trace of sacrificial calm... There was still no movement nearby. Metatron wanted to turn his head, but his body was suddenly suppressed. Mammon pressed her chest against his, with a look of ecstasy on her face that she had no time to hide and didn't want to hide. Her pupils, as dull as black ink, suddenly turned into black star stones, with countless gold and silver stars twinkling. Her eyes were faintly red, and her voice trembled when she spoke, "Really?" Metatron did not answer, but raised his head slightly and touched his chin gently with his lips. Mammon said nothing. He expresses it through actions.

Although Mammon has been waiting for tens of thousands of years, while waiting, she was fooling around with others in hell at the same time. She obviously already had Mei in her heart and missed her more and more. Mammon was not worthy of Mei and wanted to change her.

Mammon talked about love while hanging out with random people. Waiting was not a reason, and physical disloyalty was also disloyal, but Meta didn't care. . .

I really can't bear it. I already have someone in my heart, but I still hang out with others while waiting. This kind of waiting is not worthy of respect even if it takes a hundred thousand years!

In fact, I really want to say that I hope for the pairing of Raphael and Asmodeus... But... I feel that the next pairing has always been the protagonist in the article who is a passerby or not even a passerby. So I don't wish to express my hope. Just click on the ambiguity and be satisfied ╮(╯_╰)╭

Although there are very few people who support Meta Attack, I still insist on it! ! !

After being too evil, it turned out to be a lock seal

Wow wow wow, I really like Mamen and Mehta.

Why does the Ghost series have the smallest collection in the Ghost world? Not happy

Sahua [Prick-Eared Rabbit Head] The emotional line is very good and good at writing, but there are too few