crazy cat angel

Damn!

Darren expressed his uncontrollable anger with a blow to the wall with his fist.

He had injured his windpipe, and now his neck was wrapped in circles of bandages, and if he hadn't reacted in time, his neck would have been cut in half.

The attack happened on the way Darren was running for food. He had to find a way to feed the lazy cat immersed in handicrafts. It quickly entered his sight from the shadow of the trees at night.

There are three or four people in total, their physical functions have almost been developed to A-level, they are a terrifying team of killers, but they are extra cautious, for fear of making unnecessary noises.

So when the face-to-face blow only slightly cut Darren's windpipe, they retreated quickly.

The strong Darren had to hold his neck and come to the medical room by himself. The person in charge of the medical room expressed his joy at this, because it is usually Darren who brings others here, which adds up to a lot of workload for him.

"Mr. Darren, you need to lie down on the bed, otherwise you can only experience the taste of the nutrition tank." The person in charge took his responsibility seriously.

Darren can't speak now, he can only express his displeasure with his fists, and maybe his feet.

The infirmary was turned upside down, the aftermath of a feisty patient who was alive and kicking, and then the suddenly hyperactive patient succumbed to the sedatives.

At the same time, Seraphim is involved in a kidnapping case.

The difficulty of the kidnapping case will vary depending on the target. This requires sneaking into a private area, subduing the target, and hiding quietly in a place where no one will find it.

But these seraphim don't need to think about it, because he is the one who was tied up.

"Hey, Mr. Kidnapper, can I have a glass of water?"

Seraphim frowned in distress. He was blindfolded with a black cloth, and the white straitjacket made him look like a silkworm baby.

"A well-behaved Seraphim won't make a bad idea, and it would be better if there is juice." The Seraphim nodded solemnly.

This is a starship that has just taken off. Seraphim is placed on a bed in a rest room. Someone can be heard pacing up and down in front of him. The fast and slow pace may convey the mood of this Mr. Kidnapper .

Mr. Kidnapper stopped because of Seraphna's sincere-sounding request, and then sat on the edge of the bed, the vibration brought about by the slight collapse in the darkness was particularly strong.

Seraphim immediately felt his cheek being caressed by a cold hand, along the jaw line, pressing on his neck where the buttons were not properly buttoned.

"Sa, La, Fo."

With an inexplicable murmur, the straitjacket was untied, but the Seraphim was not free. He was quickly put on the metal shackles on the head of the bed, with his hands and feet covered.

"Guess who I am, if you guess correctly, you will have sweet juice to drink." Mr. Kidnapper set the rules of the game next to Seraph's ear.

The body gradually became heavier, which was the weight brought by an adult, and Seraphim was pressed under Mr. Kidnapper in a dangerous posture.

"You are Mr. Kidnapper, aren't you?" Seraphim innocently shook the cold thing on his wrist.

He is always so innocent, which is why people can safely step into the trap, but Mr. Kidnapper knows that this is a crazy cat whose soul is black. When he obediently reveals his soft belly, he may be grinding. Clenching teeth to bite through someone's throat.

"Smart little villain, I should give you a reward."

Mr. Kidnapper's reward is to tear the Seraphim's shirt. The Seraphim doesn't know if he will be compensated with another more expensive shirt, but he feels that this reward is not worth it.

After all, it was the shirt he liked the most so far.

"That's it, Mike, get off him!"

The door of the rest room moved open suddenly, followed by emotional scolding, and the voice seemed familiar.

Seraphim shook his toes curiously, making a crisp clanging sound, which was not annoying. He tilted his blindfolded head, as if he wanted to see who was at the door, and the kidnapper The gentleman's next reply satisfied his curiosity.

"Hey Heller, don't get so excited, I'm just playing with him."

"I said, get out! Don't make me repeat!"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Heller." The kidnapper, Mr. Mike, moved down from the bed and raised his hand to show his compromise. When he walked to the door, he patted Heller on the shoulder, "Please, stop staring at me, be careful Pop out the newly installed eyeballs, but there is no second clone to provide you with organs."

Heller exhaled and turned sideways to see off the guests.

The door was closed again, and there were only two people left in the rest room, one from the former Blue Star Federation and one from the current Baskaria Empire. This is the deepest root cause of this kidnapping case.

And the more distant root lies in a disease transmitted by the Zerg. At that time, the Zerg was not as depressed as it is now, shrunk in a dark corner of the universe. They were everywhere, and the Federation and the Empire were all caged by them. In the shadow of the horror called crystal worm disease.

That is a beautiful disease, why beautiful?Because that will make people's skin become like crystals of various colors, hard and clear, but the internal organs will slowly rot, as if they have not yet transitioned into adult chrysalis, but their lives will never have the next stage.

Crystal worms raged for a long time, until some abnormalities began to appear in the group of crystal worm patients. Some of them grew elytra-type wings, and a few of them had bird-like wings.

And those with wings are determined to have antibodies against crystal worm disease, they are called angels, the empire has mastered the technology of extracting serum and vaccine against crystal worm disease from their bodies, and used this as a bargaining chip to overwhelm the Commonwealth.

After that, there was only one choice for the Federation's crystal worm patients to survive—to become an honorary Bascaria imperialist.

That hasn't changed until now, but some willing Commonwealths crave change, so they kidnap the only legal relative of the Imperial Star, General Osmond.

Hmm... In a sense, it's a crooked hit.

In short, as a little angel who was implicated by the star of the empire, Seraphim's personal safety is still guaranteed, even if his bitter and vengeful ex-boyfriend is standing in front of him.

"Seraphim, we meet again." Heller thoughtfully helped him solve the little problem with his eyes, but that was the limit of his consideration. opened.

The Seraphim looked at him quietly, he still had the same restrained and gentle appearance, but the new pair of eyes did make him a little different, becoming... slightly gloomy.

"It looks like you didn't like my present."

Heller spoke in a somewhat regretful tone, while taking out a small glass bottle and putting it in the palm of the Seraphim, which was the one that the Seraph threw away mercilessly in the apartment.

"So, that rude guest is you?" Seraphim asked.

"I have to tell you to remember me. Fear is a good medicine, but unfortunately it doesn't work for you." Helle sat down on the edge of the bed, and played with a strand of Seraphim's hair, "But..."

He suddenly pressed the palm of Seraphim, and unscrewed the glass bottle with one hand, the spilled liquid soaked the touching skin of the two.

"I want to try again now, Seraphim, do you want to eat my eyes?"

Obviously, the change is more obvious inside, a small black speck emerges, and it will soon grow into a big black hole.

Seraphim blinked, and a morbid smile burst out of his silver-gray pupils, "If you can make it delicious."

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