Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 242 Doomsday Judge (6)

Qian Qiu stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the pair of wings.

Her fingertips landed on a feather, and she felt a cold sensation, which penetrated to her heart along her fingertips.

It looks bright and bright, but actually it is bitingly cold.

Qian Qiu didn't care about such coldness, and wanted to pull one out.

If peacock feathers are exquisite and gorgeous, then such feathers are even more noble and elegant.

like.

She not only wanted to pull out one, but also wanted to take the whole little brother home.

Qian Qiu lowered his eyes and tried to pull the feather.

"Well……"

She heard a small voice.

Immediately afterwards, the wings moved slightly, as if to express resistance to her plucking feathers.

After Qianqiu let go of his hand, he leaned against the ice coffin, waiting for his little brother to wake up.

It's just that the wings didn't move any more quickly, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep again.

Qian Qiu sighed, stretched out his hand and plucked the feather again, saying:
"If you don't get up again, I'm leaving."

The voice fell.

As if hearing her words, the wings finally trembled slightly, slowly opening a gap.

Qianqiu followed the gap and looked in.

The faint light in the room shone into it, and a figure was vaguely outlined.

The huge light golden wings slowly spread out.

A figure gradually appeared.

He was wearing a pure white robe without any decoration, only golden patterns wrapped around the edges, exquisite and gorgeous.

The slender and white hands overlapped together, like exquisitely carved jade objects, as if exuding a faint fluorescence.

His long black hair, soft and slender, contrasted with his pale skin, inexplicably had an aura of abstinence and temptation.

The facial features are deep, the lips are tightly pressed, and the color is light.

With a hazy sense of distance, the temperament exuded is like a high god, which cannot be desecrated.

Just looking at it carefully, there is a sense of immature youth.

It's like a holy god in a fairy tale, or a beautiful boy in a comic.

His white robe was opened a little, revealing his delicate collarbone and slender neck.

There are also black shackles, firmly locked on the slender neck.

For example, on an exquisite and perfect painting, that blemish is particularly conspicuous.

Qian Qiu's eyes fell on the shackles, and he tapped the edge of the ice coffin.

She was not even willing to lock up her little brother, but someone did it first.

Really tired of living.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to remove the shackles.

Just as his fingers landed on his collarbone, a cold hand suddenly pinched his wrist.

The person lying in the ice coffin finally woke up.

Qianqiu looked towards him.

His eyelashes were long and thick, and they opened slowly tremblingly.

The moment the boy opened his eyes, it was as if a faint stream of light flashed by, shining brightly.

Followed by.

He opened his eyes completely.

Those exquisite eyes were crystal clear, and the golden honey-colored pupils had a faint luster.

His eyes were still a little hazy, and he looked at the person in front of him with a little precaution and vigilance.

The boy blinked his eyes, subconsciously said in a low voice: "You..."

His voice was still a little hoarse, like a newborn cub, soft and non-aggressive.

Qian Qiu said softly: "It's me."

Raphael heard the girl's voice, paused, and subconsciously let go of his hand.

He stared closely at the person in front of him, as if confirming something, a faint stream of light appeared in those golden eyes, like a river of stars flowing.

Qian Qiu smiled lightly, and stroked his soft long hair.

(End of this chapter)