crazy cat angel

The starship flew away from the capital planet of the empire, and after a not too long journey, they landed on a neutral planet.

Flivia, the interstellar art center, has wonderful music, rich paintings, and elegant buildings, etc. Most of the interstellar civilizations originated here.

Therefore, large-scale fighting is absolutely not allowed, and even ordinary brawls will be punished with deportation.

Interstellar regulations provide a temporary shelter for kidnappers, no matter how vicious criminals walk on the tidy and leisurely streets of Flivia, they will become kind, this is an unspoken rule.

Heller wrapped the Seraphim tightly in a large brown coat with a hood, of course not to block the cold breeze. The appearance of the Seraphim is too easy to impress, they will not Make mistakes in such obvious places.

A group of people crossed the street and came to a white building with beautiful exterior lines. Soft music was playing inside. As they went deeper, it became clearer and more touching.

Vivid reliefs adorn the elegant hall. In the center is a cello like clusters of flowers, and little ones are sitting on the reclining chairs. Their bright eyes are staring at a beautiful and gentle woman seriously. on people.

The woman noticed the arrival of the guest, and clapped her hands gently, "That's the end of today's class, don't neglect your friends when you get home, okay?"

"Good~"

The little ones excitedly put on their little cello buddies, with their backs even exceeding their height, looking like hardworking little snails.

Art also has a price.

The hall was empty, and the beautiful woman came to the front of several people with gentle waves in her skirt. Mike went up to her and gave her a warm hug.

"How are you doing, Mom."

"Of course." Mrs. Miller patted her son's arm lovingly. "Now, the older child should stop acting like a baby and introduce your friends to mom."

"Eh..." Mike's eyes were a little erratic. Everything he did that could be labeled as dangerous was done without telling Mrs. Miller, and his father, Mr. Miller, was the same as him.

As a man, you can't let the women in your family worry. This is the rough but condensed essence of the Miller family's family motto.

"Mom, they are very tired, can you prepare a room for us first, two rooms are fine."

"Okay, kid."

The gentle mother had no doubts about her son, just as she trusted her husband whom she had not heard from for days.

The room was quickly prepared, and the brown coat on Seraph was allowed to take off. The thoughtful Mrs. Miller brought some snacks and tea. When she saw Seraph, she was shocked by his appearance.

Her approaching steps obviously paused, even though her movements were still as graceful as ever, she trembled slightly when she put down the saucer, which was extremely rare for Mrs. Miller, who was strict in etiquette.

"Oh my God, this child..." Mrs. Miller's eyes were full of doubts. She knew that it was extremely impolite to stare at others like this, but she couldn't help but look at it carefully.

So much alike, so much alike...

"Mom?" Mike noticed Mrs. Miller's abnormality, and patted the back of her hand worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Miller looked away in a daze, and pulled Mike aside, "Tell mom, who is that child?"

"Um, Mom..." Of course Mike couldn't say that he was a hostage kidnapped by them, although he didn't like lying to Mrs. Miller either.

"He's just my classmate, that's all."

That sentence contained an obvious meaning that she didn't want to go into it further, but Mrs. Miller seemed to be paying special attention to Seraph, and she asked, "Then do you know his family? For example, his mother."

"He, his mother passed away early, mother, you'd better not ask him about this."

"Is that so..." Mrs. Miller breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression was a little disappointed.

That's right, how could it be that adult's child...

In the end, Mrs. Miller returned to her usual elegant appearance, "Then it should be a coincidence, Mike, entertain your friends well, and I won't bother you."

"I will, Mom."

……

So, as a guest on the surface and a hostage in reality, the Seraphim obediently lived in Miller's mansion.

He was an easy-going guest, especially Mrs. Miller's favourite, and an easy hostage who never tried to sneak away, which made his life still comfortable.

It was even so comfortable that the foreheads of the kidnappers could not stop twitching.

"Beautiful lady, can I have another glass of your special juice? This is the most delicious thing in the entire universe."

Poor Seraphim is back online, holding an empty mug, and his charming shell adds to his aggression.

"Oh dear," Mrs. Miller covered her lips with her hands with a smile, "you drank too much, for the sake of your stomach, how about waiting for dinner?"

"Dinner, that was too long, Mrs. Miller~"

"Okay okay, but promise me, only one cup."

Mike began to feel that he had lost his place in the family, and he figured he had reason to be angry, and took it out on some imp who was obviously trying to be good.

But the little devil's ex-boyfriend didn't allow him to do this. He didn't know what happened. Anyway, after going through that kind of thing, Heller still has his heart set on this kid named Seraphim. personality has been doubted.

"Okay, mom, can you give us a little game time?" Mike was depressed, but he still smiled nicely.

The boys were always playful, and the considerate Mrs. Miller accepted her son's request, graciously left the room, and planned to go into the kitchen to make another glass of juice.

When only the persons involved in the kidnapping case were left in the room, the conversation officially entered the topic.

The atmosphere fell silent in a parabolic arc, and the serious expressions of several people complemented each other in the suddenly quiet space.

"Osmond Cartwright has received our news in the early hours of last night. If my father and his companions really fall into his hands, it will be a very serious deal." Mike expressed in a deep tone allayed his concerns.

The moment his father, who was a core member of the Federal Rebel Army, lost contact with him, a kidnapping case was planned. Remember the battle commanded by Osmond when he communicated with the Seraphim? It is the companions in Mike's mouth.

"But this is Flivia, no one can blatantly pull out a weapon here."

"Yes, that's why I chose Flivia." Heller began to show the aura that a commander should have. Although he was still a little immature, he had indeed grown up compared to before, "What I should worry about now is The value of the Seraphim in the eyes of his guardian, will he be willing to hand over all our companions for this?"

Hard to say.

This answer appeared in the minds of several people at the same time. They turned their heads and glanced at a certain hostage who was basking in the sun. His soft hair was tinged with satin-like silver in the sun, and together with the metallic gray under his eyes, he portrayed an untouchable imperial nobility.

But maybe, not impossible...

They continued to discuss the feasibility of the plan, and every step was repeatedly considered, but they ignored one point. When a crazy cat calms down, beware of the end of the world.

"Miss Lina's white hat was covered with ants..."

"Miss Lina's high heels have stepped on maggots..."

"In Miss Lina's womb sleeps my compatriots..."

The Seraphim began humming a song he had made up now, using a melody he had only heard once when he entered the house, and he was happy to play alone when there were no friends, a skill he learned in the glass enclosure .

then.

Boom——! ! !

This building, which was like a work of art, was destroyed in an explosion. Although the power of the semi-finished Miss Lina was not enough, the entire Miller mansion was smashed into pieces, except for the kitchen which was far from the center of the explosion.

The room where the kidnappers were in had a few seconds for them to escape before it completely collapsed. Heller wanted to rush over to protect Seraph at the first moment, but his physique of only C level did not allow him to do so. Mike pushed him out first. out the window.

He listened to the sound of glass shattering, and the flying fragments in front of his eyes shattered his reaction ability.

His body is flying out, but his consciousness seems to stay in a space where time passes relatively slowly. The panicked expressions of his companions, the collapsed buildings, and the smile on the corner of Seraphim's mouth, everything is clearly seen in an instant. Frozen into his mind.

The moment the body fell to the ground, everything flowed quickly and collapsed.

"Do not!!!"

Heller got up and rushed into the rising smoke and dust. The thick haze was like a solid curtain, covering his sight and blocking his trachea.

He rummaged desperately on the ruins of the building. The sharp objects cut his fingers and left spots of blood. Finally, he found two people under a round stone pillar, a dead man and a living man.

The dead one is Mike, and the living one is Seraphim.

Mike remembers their hostages after pushing his friends out of the danger zone, and he has to make sure the Seraphim is alive before meeting Osmond for the sake of his dad and companions.

So he made what he thought was the right decision. He tried to take the Seraphim out of this dangerous area, but unfortunately he couldn't outrun the impact of the explosion. It only takes an instant for a broken cervical spine to cause death.

But the Seraphim huddled in the safe area formed by the corner of the wall and the stone pillar.

Absurd unfolding, absurd ending.

Seraphim patted the dust off his body, a little tabby cat was jumping on the freshly baked ruins and cemetery, he wanted to dance very much now, but unfortunately his big tree friend was not around.

"Wow~~~" He suddenly started to howl like a wolf, and raised his neck, facing the sun.

With this as the soundtrack, Heller put Mike's body on the flat ground in a daze. He tried his best to search for first aid knowledge in his mind, but none of them could save a person whose body function had stopped.

Mike is dead, his only friend is dead.

Heller knelt next to the corpse like a log, maybe more like a tombstone, his brain was also petrified, he couldn't even distinguish between sadness and anger, he could only kneel quietly.

Until the seraphim jumped in front of his eyes again with brisk steps.

"What did you do?"

The hoarse questioning made Seraphim stop, but he didn't stop for too long. He didn't even look back. This scene was repeated in Helle's eyes.

"You did this!"

Anger broke through the stagnant brain, Heller no longer acted as a log or a tombstone, he rushed to someone's back, but it seemed that he couldn't get close to him, he was running, but he could only watch the seraphim go away, and then, The seraphim stopped.

For Mrs. Miller appeared from the front, holding in her slender hands not a bow or fruit juice, but a gun, and the expression on her beautiful face was not a gentle woman, but an angry woman. Mother.

Today's Flivia will have a gunshot after a burst of explosions.

Biu~

And that actually sounded after Seraphim walked up to Mrs. Miller. He held those trembling little hands and pulled the trigger for her, aiming at his own heart.

Needless to say, it still hurts.

A big hole was pierced through Seraphim's chest, through which he could directly see the scenery behind him. He should have fallen to the ground, but he didn't. He then gently kissed Mrs. Miller's cheek, which was different from normal people. What a difference.

"It's a pity, beautiful lady, you can't kill me."

Nobody can kill me.

Hollow heart, cold eyes, bloody cracks in the pale mask...

I don't know whether to panic or hate, the psychological defense was easily broken, this elegant woman sat on the ground, crying helplessly, "Why did you do this...My Mike, why..."

"Do you love your children?"

The smile on Seraphim's face suddenly disappeared from the eve of the prank, and he frowned slightly, which made him look a little lonely, "Yes, obviously you are, this is very good, very good..."

“Very good~”

The Seraphim soon smiled cheerfully again, and walked out of the ruins almost in a circle. The big hole in his chest was splashing blood, and granulation sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye while being passed by the wind. Then heal.

Weird.

But after all, Seraphs are angels, angels, hahaha~