After a night passed, Lucifer's waist was stiff and the ground was not comfortable at all.

However, the environment in the cell was so simple. Lucifer wanted to sit up, but took a breath. The Messiah was still sleeping heavily on him, and her lower body was intimate with him, and she had not left yet. Lucifer supported himself with his right arm, holding the Messiah with the other hand and guaranteed that he would not slide down, feeling something lying in his body.

After intense love, he no longer had the initial discomfort.

Thinking of the fact that he was tempted by the Messiah to do several positions, Lucifer felt that his waist was almost broken, and he no longer was curious about these things and his body still had a trace of satisfaction. Lucifer carefully left the Messiah and brought out a lot of wet things during the friction.

After picking up the robe pressed on the ground and putting it on, Lucifer clearly smelled the scent of lust on it. However, the space in Angel Prison was fixed, and space items could not be taken out without Samael's permission.

He helped the Messiah put on his clothes, and when he was tidying up his clothes, he would feel nostalgic when his fingers touched his skin.

Messiah

Lucifer lowered his head and printed a kiss on his lips, pressing it gently, but he quickly received a response.

"Luxi."

Lucifer pried open his teeth and searched for the sweetness inside.

After finishing this long tongue kiss, Lucifer said angrily: "You are still pretending to be asleep when you wake up, do you have to dress you?"

"I am the only one in this world who can let His Highness dress me." Lucifer leaned on him, as if he didn't want to do something but wanted Lucifer to come. Lucifer was speechless. After living for so long, he helped the Messiah wear clothes several times. Now, when he thought about it carefully, the other party was deliberately waiting for him to do something.

After he tied his belt, he pinched the soft flesh around his waist, and Lucifer immediately shivered with itch.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, "It seems that you and I have similar sensitivity."

Lucifer pretended to be stupid. How could he tell Lucifer about his weaknesses like this? It wasn't that the two of them were basically exactly the same and quickly found a topic to pass by. Lucifer put on his clothes and cleaned up the ground. However, the ventilation effect of the room was not very good, and the cell was filled with a chaotic smell emitted by body fluids.

Lucifer quickly replaced the air with magic, and the remaining evidence of love on the ground was wiped out by him using the magic of cleaning.

Lucifer watched him clean up silently.

After getting these things done, Lucifer pressed his legs with some discomfort. There was no cleaning condition, and the liquid continued to slide down the inner side of his thighs, and the cleaning magic could not apply to his body.

"Dear, seal my voice." Lucifer rubbed his waist, not forgetting to fill in the loophole.

Lucifer got goosebumps from this title.

"Don't call me that."

"Luxi."

Lucifer changed his words very quickly, but unfortunately he couldn't speak the next second.

Forbidden

Lucifer touched the Messiah after being banned, and his voice remained calm, "I'm leaving." Lucifer smiled with no sadness, holding his palm, and once again spoke their code words in the way he taught Lucifer.

See you next time.

Messiah, see you next time.

Being hooked by fingernails over the palms is like the temptation that a lover brings to his heart with his feathers.

Lucifer didn't know the origin of this etiquette before, so he didn't understand it now. It was clearly a kind of teasing.

Passing through the prison corridor, Lucifer put his fingers on his collar and hair, trying to make them look neat. Although Michael and Bethibu held their breath completely and hugged in the corner to wait for Seraph to leave, Lucifer was different from being so anxious when he came. After a storm, he looked lazy all over, and his anxious spirit for days was relieved very well.

There has been this time, at least they will not regret it.

Lucifer thought about the lingering feelings of last night, and his face showed a beautiful smile that could attract people's hearts.

Then his smile stopped.

"Michael"

Lucifer saw a familiar name in the gatehouse of a prison, and then looked carefully through the barrier. Isn't the red-haired angel huddled in the corner and determined to become a shadow his adjutant?

Michael felt the knife-like gaze and raised his hand tremblingly, "Your Highness, I don't know anything."

Lucifer's face was slightly distorted, and Michael wanted to escape from reality even more. He did not eavesdrop on his superiors' bed affairs, nor did he hear his superiors being made by the Messiah overnight. His voice was so charming that Bezebu on the opposite side was moved directly.

Thinking that Michael and Bezebu were locked up together, Lucifer suddenly turned his head and quickly swept across the nearby cell. He really saw another name hanging on the nameplate of the cell. He walked to Bezebu's cell, his face was cold as cold as the cold winter. The angel who hid inside and dared not say anything looked up with tears in his eyes, "Lu, His Highness Lucifer."

This was the first time Bezebu stuttering when he called His Highness the name of his first Highness in his lifetime.

Lucifer sneered: "I still know how to hide. It seems that I have pricked my ears and listened for a whole night."

Beizeb lowered his head in refutation.

"I was wrong."

Opposite, Michael covered his face, Bezebu, please explain, so admitting this will make His Highness Lucifer so angry that he wants to silence him.

Lucifer's eyes were dark, and his fingers rubbed his forehead to prevent the blue veins from appearing. Although he and the Messiah were in love, the two seraphs heard the walls of the night and he didn't dare to recall what he shouted under the Messiah.

It's all black history

Lucifer squeezed out a sentence from his teeth, "Give you two choices, delete the memory, or I will delete the memory for you."

Michael came to himself cleanly and fainted on the ground.

Beizeb's mouth opened: ""

"Where are you, Besieb." Lucifer fully grasped the essence of smiling. Besieb finally understood how Michael became His Highness's considerate adjutant. He trembled and imposed the magic of memory removal on himself, followed Michael's footsteps, rolled his eyes and fell into the prison room.

Lucifer snorted and quickly left Angel Prison.

Not long after, Michael got up from the ground, rubbed his head, and saw Bezebub, who was fainting from the other side with sympathy.

Finally cheated His Highness

Who knew that when Michael was proud to become a collector of his boss's black history, Bezebu also got up neatly from the ground and knocked his painful forehead with his hand. He did not use magic to be good at all his memories, but just deleted some useless content and retained the most precious part.

The two of them looked at each other and saw each other's surprise.

You dare to lie to your highness

Well, if you stay in heaven for a long time these days, you will naturally develop some kind of cunning.

As soon as Lucifer returned to the palace, he went to take a shower. His clothes were so dirty that he could not bear to look at them. He stepped into the pool on the steps. He cleaned his body and involuntarily remembered the look of the Messiah looking at him, as if he could ignite his whole body.

Lucifer went out of the bath with weak hands and feet, wearing a simple nightgown. When he passed by the mirror, he saw the blonde angel with red cheeks. His eyebrows and eyes had experienced the satisfaction of lust, his lips slightly opened, and it seemed like he was eager to kiss, which was completely different from his ascetic self in the past.

It's restraint, not desire

After checking the seven virtues, Lucifer calmed down and said that dawn was the last day. His situation was not suitable to go out to see other angels. In order not to let Metatron see the flaws, he should take a good rest for a long time.

After waiting for a whole morning but not seeing Lucifer come, Metatron was puzzled and prepared to set out to the palace of Seraph.

On the way, Metatron met Samar, who rarely appeared in the stellar sky.

"What a coincidence, isn't the prison busy?"

Metatron said hello to Samar, and did not blame the other party for putting Bezebu in the Angel Prison. In the face of right and wrong, Metatron has always been a fair and just angel. In this regard, he is very similar to Samar, so he is one of the rare angels that Samar is close to. "His Royal Highness Metatron, I lived in Xingtian for a night yesterday and went back to prison today."

Samar finished speaking casually, without mentioning the fact that Lucifer “invited” him to go out to play from Angel Prison.

The reality is so cruel, he should be an angel honestly.

"Tomorrow is the day when the Messiah receives the second baptism. My God has not agreed to me to help with the baptism."

Samar is too cold, Metatron is worried about Samar's interpersonal relationships and kindly invites, "Samael, you have nothing to do, do you want to visit His Royal Highness Lucifer with me?"

"I have something to do, I'll be there tomorrow."

When Samar heard this, he found an excuse to refuse as serious as he wanted.

Farewell to Metatron, he ran back to Angel Prison. He carefully checked the facilities and environment to make sure that His Highness Lucifer was happy last night and did not throw Michael and Beszeb out.

When he went to see the Son, Samar saw the Messiah who seemed to be nothing, and the other party smiled at him, gentle and holy.

Samar is deeply impressed.

The Messiah is indeed not an ordinary person. Can ordinary people have no flaws after a one-night stand with Lucifer?

"Messiah, are you ready to see my God tomorrow?"

certainly.
Chapter completed!