The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

The man's charming smile stopped abruptly.

"Zero, you may have misunderstood me."

Ling Qingxuan spread his wings, and the airflow bumped him slightly, "Then keep misunderstanding."

The voice fell, and the huge white wings shuttled in the corridor, and the girl disappeared in an instant.

"Which archangel flew over just now? Those wings are so big and soft!"

"Is something wrong? Why are you flying so fast?"

The angel on the corridor was puzzled, and Odin stretched out his hand, without even a trace of aroma.

...

With a pair of wings, it feels good to fly by yourself.

Ling Qingxuan arrived at the door of the room and hung lightly in the air. The spirit sword in the space was about to move, feeling a little sour.

With the wings half closed, Ling Qingxuan calculated the time, the little guy should still be resting, then gently turned the door handle and floated in.

The light in the room was on, and the open eggshell on the bed was empty.

Aya Qingxuan:  …

Who ate her little guy?

No evidence is destroyed!

[Host, the villain has been hatched, don't get excited. 】

This seat is not excited.

Ling Qingxuan approached, saw the quilt bulging, and reached out to lift it.

The white and tender, baby-like little dumplings are huddled to sleep.

He has thick black hair that lies softly on his head, and his skin is milky white and shiny, as smooth as an egg.

A round face with baby fat, half buried in the pillow.

Ling Qingxuan's hands were a little itchy, and she could hold back the itch of the newborn wings, but she couldn't hold back her round and lovely fleshy face.

The light-white jade fingers stretched out, and the cold fingertips pinched it as soon as it touched the soft and elastic fleshy face.

[...] zz just look at it, it poked its own face, and it is very fleshy, why the host doesn't like to pinch it, racist!

"Ugh..." The little guy murmured softly, soft to the bottom of his heart.

Ling Qingxuan paused for a while, a little entangled and could not let go.

Anyway, she has been hatching for so long, what's wrong with pinching, it's not loose!

Pinching again, the small and delicate brows frowned, and the long and dense eyelashes trembled slightly and opened.

The golden light is like the morning sun, and the streamer is shining, but it is only half-open, which makes people unable to move their eyes.

With black hair and golden pupils, the small and cute baby angel was dazed, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, gradually expanding, and he cried out with a 'wow'.

Aya Qingxuan: ! ! !

Her first reaction reached out and covered the baby angel's mouth, her cold eyes trembling.

"Woooo..."

Baby Angel's short hands and feet waved, and its little milky face turned pink.

[The host is about to let go, the villain is about to die! 】

This was the first time that Aya Qingxuan's brain didn't have time to react, and he let go of his hand following zz's words.

"Wow!"

Still crying?

Ling Qingxuan leaned over and couldn't cover her hands, so let's talk.

The cold and soft lips pressed over, blocking the milky cry.

Tiny, tiny, like there's...

"Mmmm."

The baby angel's small hand was placed on Aya Qingxuan's face, trying to push her away.

Ling Qingxuan let go silently and grabbed his little hand that was waving wildly.

"Lolo."

It was that cold and familiar voice, and there were sparkling tears in the golden eyes of the baby angel.

He was stunned for a second or two, and then returned to the eggshell with a 'swish'. His tender hands covered the other half of the eggshell, repaired the crack, and turned into a complete angel's egg again. .

Aya Qingxuan sat on the bed and stared at the egg.

Didn't the little guy hatch, why did he go back again?

[Cough, host, the villain is shy. 】

There's nothing to be ashamed of, you should see everything.

[...] Indeed, the baby angel was completely naked just now.

Ling Qingxuan's angel egg stretched out her hand, "Lolo, come here."

The angel egg swayed a few times and stood still.

The child is old, and the rebellious period is coming. Seeing that it will not come, Ling Qingxuan spreads his wings and reaches out to touch it.

Soft and mushy, but not as comfortable as the little guy's face.

Putting away her wings, Ling Qingxuan threw the few hairs that fell off before into the feather nest.

The angel egg rolled into the feather nest, and rubbed against the few feathers that Ling Qingxuan had just lost.

What's the situation, it prefers to rub against her feathers instead of her now?

Ling Qingxuan walked over, and Angel Egg really stepped back.

Reaching out to take the feather away, Angel Egg chased after her and stood in front of her.

It looked like she stole something important.

Ling Qingxuan waved his feathers, "Want?"

Angel Egg nodded.

Aya Qingxuan shoved it into her arms.

This seat is not for you.

She entered the bathroom, and as soon as the door closed, the angel eggs were spinning around.

Then a gap opened, and the golden pupils looked at the bathroom softly, and the glistening water flashed.

"Well……"

Bai Nen's little hand touched his lips, and it sewed up the eggshell again.

After Aya Qingxuan came out of the bathroom fragrant, she fell on the bed.

Why don't you turn off the lights, it's time to rest.

Aya Qingxuan looked sideways when she touched the warm eggshell by her hand.

"Go back to your nest."

Angel Egg was stunned for a moment, then slumped onto the bed, looking like she couldn't leave.

Ling Qingxuan turned sideways and turned her back to it.

Angel Egg ran to her back and rubbed it.

[Host, spread your wings to keep the villain warm. 】

Isn't it already hatched, what else is there to warm it up?

And sleeping with wings outstretched would be uncomfortable.

【Host~】

This seat feels that you can contribute your pig hair.

[...] The host finally didn't let go of its pig hair.

Ling Qingxuan didn't say a word. After the lights went dark, the angel egg stuck to her and didn't leave.

In the past, Ling Qingxuan would hold the feather nest for it, but now, he didn't touch it.

But she could feel a slight tremor on the sheets, a cracking sound came, and a lump clumsily crawled from behind her into her arms and hooked her neck.

"Go back to your eggshell."

The milk smells faintly faint, and Ling Qingxuan is rude and refuses his embrace.

The little angel was stunned, as if he was thinking about something, then he moved up and kissed her lips with his soft jelly-like mouth.

"Zero zero."

His voice was soft and waxy and sweet.

"cold."

Ling Qingxuan wanted to throw him into the feather nest.

The little angel shrunk her whole head around her neck and rubbed, "Luo Luo Leng."

She was as cold as a block of ice, which was normal.

[Host, if the villain catches a cold, it will be very troublesome, you have to take care of drinking medicine and so on, you will be tired just thinking about it. 】

trouble.

What Aya Qingxuan dislikes the most is trouble.

With a sullen face, she spread her wings and closed them in front of her, wrapping the little angel.

Ling Qingxuan was cold, but her wings were warm, and the little angel was so warm that she hummed comfortably in her ear.

This milky sound... it's too irritating to the ears!

"Be quiet." She instructed: "Don't make a sound when you sleep."

"Um... ok~"