Wang Xiaoming got up from the ground, walked to Xiang Wenxun, looked curiously for a long time, and said, "Does heavenly literature have auxiliary effects such as blessings and blessings? How long can it be kept? Do you have to write it again every now and then like a game? Will using tattoos keep things longer?"

...

Barr's mouth twitched, "No."

"Ah? Nothing?" He asked so many questions, why is the answer so concise.

“No auxiliary effect.”

...

The main problem was rejected, so the branch problem became completely redundant.

"Then who did you write to?" Wang Xiaoming was puzzled.

Bar: "…"

Xiang Wenxun touched his nose and smoothed the scene: "It's eye-opening."

Wang Xiaoming said: "By the way, aren't you a fallen angel? Why are you writing heavenly texts, not hell texts?"

"Hmph. The hell text invented by Lucifer only evolved from the heaven text, so I don't want to learn it."

Wang Xiaoming really wants to ask if you are disdainful or not? But seeing Barr's threatening gaze, he decided to kill this sentence to death.

"Tell him the new conditions I decided." Barr instructed him arrogantly.

Wang Xiaoming pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"Or I'll strip you naked." Barr threatened viciously.

"..." Wang Xiaoming clenched the buttons.

"Write heavenly texts on you." The threat continues.

Wang Xiaoming felt that the originally beautiful lines suddenly looked a bit like caterpillars.

"Then hang it to the gate of the Ginjutsu." The ultimate threat was released!

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath and said to Xiang Wenxun: "He hopes that he and I can fall in love as soon as possible." Even with a major threat, he still insisted on the premise that Shi Feixia proposed, "If you love me, I will love you."

Xiang Wenxun raised his eyebrows, "Oh."

Wang Xiaoming originally thought that even if Xiang Wenxun didn't take three steps back after hearing this, he pointed at his nose and shouted, at least he would show a surprised expression. Unexpectedly, he accepted it calmly. But in other words, except for knowing that his younger brother is a semi-vampire and his emotions were temporarily out of control, Wang Xiaoming seemed to have never seen him change his face. He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Xiang, don't you find it strange?"

Xiang Wenxun smiled and said, "Everything that Mr. Barr does has his own reason."

Before Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth, Bar said sinisterly: "You dare to tell him about the Black Star Pearl. I haven't calculated the account of five meters distance last time."

Wang Xiaoming's mouth was immediately closed tighter than the locked safe.

"Although I don't know why Mr. Barr wants to fall in love with you, I'm happy to help." Xiang Wenxun thought for a while, walked to the bed, took out his cell phone in his pocket and explained for a long time before walking back and said, "I've asked for leave for you. Tonight, you can enjoy the service of the Ginquard."

...

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t ask for leave. Falling in love is just a temporary measure, you don’t need to act so quickly.

Wang Xiaoming tried hard to communicate with Xiang Wenxun with his eyes.

But Xiang Wenxun, who has always been understanding, misinterpreted this time: "It's still early, so why don't you and Mr. Barr go back to your room to rest first. I'll ask the secretary to send the suit here later."

"I don't want to go back to the room!" Wang Xiaoming was very excited. Barr's sneer came from his ears, and he pretended not to hear it.

Xiang Wenxun didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his reaction, and said naturally: "Or you can watch TV in the living room, and I'll go to the study to handle something."

"Thank you." Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief, but turned his head but happened to meet Barr's smile.

The door of the study was closed after Xiang Wenxun entered.

Wang Xiaoming was sadly aware that the scene in front of him was still a lonely man and another lonely man alone - he didn't know whether the gender of the fallen angel was divided according to male and female, male and female, or... male and female? He shuddered hard at his thoughts.

But what made him feel even more chill was that the distance between him and Barr was getting shorter and shorter.

"I'm looking forward to the arrangement tonight, uh, where are you?" He tried to smile.

Barr said slowly, "I feel like I appreciate my previous proposal more."

Wang Xiaoming jumped behind the sofa and looked at him timidly.

His fearful expression reminded Barr of his previous atrocities, his temper slightly restrained, and he hooked his finger and said, "Come here."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head quickly.

Barr narrowed his eyes, and the anger he had just suppressed just now rushed up again, "Come here!"

Wang Xiaoming quickly retreated.

So Barr's coming became the past.

Wang Xiaoming watched his figure getting closer and closer, and bounced onto the wall like a frightened bird.

"Do you think there is still a place to hide?" Barr hugged his chest and glanced at him from a high point.

"If you can give in, I can run over there." He answered honestly.

Barr reached out and grabbed his collar, lowered his head, leaned close to his lips, and said slowly, "I am condescending to you, I don't dislike you as a human being, what can you escape?"

Wang Xiaoming said with a slim eye: "I'm afraid the gap between us is too big..."

“Is the five-meter gap big?”

"But, you will change back one day." Wang Xiaoming found that he felt sad about this fact.

This prediction satisfied Barr. He raised his eyebrows, "Can I understand that you don't think you deserve me?"

"That's what I mean!" If he hadn't been too close, Wang Xiaoming would have almost wanted to slap his thighs.

Barr stared at him, and was silent for a long time before he said lightly: "I allow you to be my passerby."

...

Passerby?

Wang Xiaoming wanted to hit the wall, "But I don't want to."

The evil spirit between Barr's eyebrows began to condense again, "Don't you?"

Life and death are small, and chastity is big. Wang Xiaoming's courage to take advantage of it again, "I only want to find someone in this life and love him for the rest of my life!"

The hand holding his collar slowly released, and turned to the side of his face, "Are you confessing?" Barr's mouth slightly raised.

...

What does this have to do with confession?

Wang Xiaoming really wanted to force out the tears in his eyes.

Barr looked at his face for a while and muttered, "Looking at you carefully, it's not that ugly."

...

Since childhood, although not many people say he is good-looking, no one has ever said he is ugly.

Wang Xiaoming tried hard to squeeze in tears.

In Barr's eyes, this expression was completely a failure to confess his love. He was crying like the sea, but he could not shed so much grief. So he said in an alms tone: "Anyway, you can't live long, so I will reluctantly make it. I promise your confession."

...

What does it mean that he can't live long? No, what does it mean that he promised his confession?

Wang Xiaoming's eyes suddenly widened.

Bar suddenly stood up and said solemnly: "Although my time is precious, for your determination to be loyal to me for the rest of your life, I am willing to maintain a relationship with you in your lifetime... until you die."

Wang Xiaoming stared blankly at the completely Westernized handsome man, but he had not come back to his senses for a long time.

He always thought that with his personality, he would not be able to find a partner who would truly spend his whole life.

He always thought that he had done the most in his life and had the longest persistence was a secret love.

He always thought that after his death, all his inheritance would be donated to charity organizations. Because no one would come to see him off, and no relatives would keep in touch with him.

He always thought that he would know a fallen angel for many things, and he promised to live with him for the rest of his life.

...

It's a lifetime.

Tears that had not been squeezed out for a long time suddenly fell.

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his eyes desperately, and then his hand was grabbed by his other hand.

"I hope you cry with joy." What sounded was Barr's always high-ranking voice.

Wang Xiaoming looked up at him and suddenly wanted to throw himself into his arms.

"Did you hear anything?" Barr turned his heel and walked outside the bedroom door.

Wang Xiaoming shook twice, fixed his body, wiped away tears indiscriminately, and then followed and said, "What sound..." He heard it.

It was a very slight collision sound, one after another, very regular.

Barr sneered: "Is it like the sound of a man knocking a coffin with his forehead?"
To be continued...