crazy cat angel

Passionately in love.

In his limited life experience, Heller never thought that this would happen to him, let alone that the object of his heart would be a complete little villain.

He met Seraphim in that unpleasant situation, and it didn't even last more than half a month, he thought he was crazy.

Heller put down the "Principles of Starship Command" again, which was the slowest book he had read so far, because the little villain who made him uneasy hadn't messaged him for more than 10 hours.

Maybe the seraphim found some interesting toy?This was his guess when he just turned to page No.16.

Perhaps the Seraphim was dragged to a party by his bad friends again?This was the serious reasoning going on in Heller's head when he saw the tenth line on page No. 16.

Perhaps, the Seraphim encountered some trouble?Finally on page No.17, this interstellar bestseller has also been ruthlessly abandoned.

Helle was going to find his little villain boyfriend, when the time came, he thought he should muster up the courage to hold Seraphim's hand, and gently worship his beautiful fingertips with his lips.

This was an absolute challenge for Heller, and just thinking about it made him feel excited. Heller tidied up his meticulously dressed school uniform in front of the mirror, and took steps that he was worried but forced to be calm.

Then, the trembling pace passed the classroom, the apartment, the virtual battle room, and even the grove, and finally stopped at the lively Emperor Dempsey Square.

By the way, Seraphim likes excitement the most, although his definition of excitement may be a little different from ordinary people.Heller was a little annoyed that he hadn't thought of this in the first place.

Heller walked through the crowded encirclement while reflecting. Obviously, there was the target he was looking for in the center of the encirclement.

That's quite a striking target. Seraphim and his cheerful friends are shaking the spray paint cans in their hands, and putting on a fashionable and pink skirt for the statue of the founder of the school standing on the square. Oh, it's still fluorescent. kind.

It's terrible...

Heller refused to see the majestic scholar being made into such a funny look, and at the same time restrained himself from showing disrespectful smiles like the crowd. Give him the same.

"Hey Helle, join us~"

The seraphim extended a warm invitation to Heller. He stood on the pedestal of the sculpture and stretched out his arms. The warm sunshine made him look extra dazzling while smiling. Heller bet that he saw elves surrounding the seraphim. Flapping its wings, but this may also be an illusion caused by the impact.

Maybe the people around here are not just looking at a funny sculpture.

Heller began to feel a little stuffy in his chest, and he understood that this was something called possessiveness.

"Seraph, can you end your game?" Heller tried his best to lighten his tone, he didn't want to disappoint Seraph.

Unfortunately, sometimes the tone of voice doesn't change the actual meaning of the content.

"Oh~" Seraphim shrugged regretfully, and threw the can of spray paint in his hand to the ground, "Wrong answer."

The small metal can rolled and slowly rolled to Heller's toes, the sound of the can body rubbing against the ground gradually became clearer, and the surroundings became quiet at some point.

"Pick it up, or as you said, our love game can be over." Seraph's icy pupils were filled with the same coldness.

Heller seemed to be able to feel his body temperature dropping at an appalling rate. The disease was in the heart, and the pathogenic microorganisms gushing out from it quickly occupied his limbs and bones, and even his tongue was frozen together.

"Seraphim, you..." See, Helle can't even speak clearly now.

This is a fatal mistake for a genius in the command department. If they can't maintain a clear mind and logic, a battle will be lost quickly.

The Seraphim happily accepted this predetermined victory, although his plan was not set for today, but he suddenly lost interest and ended the game abruptly, and there was nothing wrong with it suddenly.

Hmm~ For Seraphim, there is no difference between surprise and surprise in essence. Maybe the next second he will jump over to give Helle a hug, and then say, "Surprise! Happy breakup!"

But Heller forced his sanity to return to his head in the next few tenths of a second. He tried his best to ignore the wound that the knife named "Love Game" had gouged out on his heart, then slowly bent down and picked up the The colorful metal canister leaning against his feet.

"Seraphim, how do you want me to serve you?"

Heller's smile was forced, because while doing such extraordinary things as violating discipline, he also had to accept the fact that the Seraphim didn't have the slightest love for him, even though he was faintly aware of this fact from the beginning to the end.

Cupid's arrow is poisonous, which can make people humble, pitiful, and even despicable.

"Boring Helle."

The Seraphim completely lost interest. After Heller let go of his pride, this game that could have been repeated was decisively ended.

"That's it, Seraphim and Helle."

Seraphim used his hands that Helle imagined kissing countless times to spell out a picture of a broken heart. Even though he was saying cruel words, he was still the cute and charming little villain.

Immediately afterwards, the little villain's pig and dog friends came to cheer him up. It was a wise decision, and God knows that when they saw that nerdy Heller as a seraphim boyfriend, their dinner the day before seemed to have turned into one. A lump of slime that is about to melt.

"What a smart seraphim sweetheart~" Darren slapped his hands like a seal to express his approval. At the same time, he was planning the next madman's game. The time is now, now, and immediately.

"Hey guys, I think it's time to stretch my legs again, and the target is an honorary Baskaglia."

Needless to say, that person was Helle, and adding the word "honor" before the Baskaria Empire separated him from the native-born Imperials, and usually this was due to the broke away and surrendered to the Empire.

That's not an honorable act, but it's not shameful either. It's just for survival. Only the empire has the anti-crystalloid serum and vaccine, which is a medicine called Angel's Wings.

Oh, Angel Wings, what a corny name!It is comparable to the title of General Osmond's Star of the Empire, but although it sounds very earthy, in fact, it is the most direct explanation of the extraction of raw materials.

Well, the topic is far away, let's go back to Darren's madman game.

Darren is a nobleman who has a fanatical pursuit of fighting, which does not include forced virtual battles. Rather than spraying graffiti with spray paint, he is more willing to directly dismantle a sculpture or a living person with his fists. Of course, with Seraph The exception is when together.

With a punch, Heller staggered back with his arms crossed in front of him, which made the Seraphim's interest in fearing that the world would not be chaotic rekindled.

"Helle Helle, don't fall down so quickly, it will disappoint me~"

Seraphim clasped his hands in front of his chest, oh my god, he was actually praying, I don't know if Lucifer or Hades heard the little angel's sincere prayer.

In short, things went back to the track Seraphim originally envisioned, letting Heller lie in the nutrition tank for a month, but there was no apology after that, and there was no cycle.

Only Hele, who was lying on the ground, watched someone's toes turn, and then walked briskly past him, leaving him sinking in the hell where there was no more light.

"Seraphim..."