The Soft and Adorable Host was Picked Up by the Yandere Bigshot

Bai Sang ran away.

The two fallen angels didn't expect that there were demons trying to escape from their eyes.

There was a sarcasm.

"Disgusting stuff."

One of the fallen angels stretched out a hand and was about to pinch Bai Sang's head.

There was a sudden bang.

But it wasn't the sound of Bai Sang's head pinching.

It was the sound of the fallen angel above her head being hit by something heavy.

"Dare!"

A harsh voice came from a distance.

Bai Sang heard a familiar voice and looked over in disbelief.

I saw a ray of dawn appearing in front of my eyes. Under the light of this ray of dawn, half of the sky seemed to be on fire in the pitch-black hell.

Dawn is approaching.

There is a man in the light with three pairs of six wings.

The wings are golden yellow, and the wings are shining, very dreamy.

And this person is morning.

It's just that the black hair in the past has also turned golden at this time, and the childish face in the past has matured.

The handsome appearance looks to be in her twenties.

Fair skin, plus those golden pupils.

The whole person looks like a god descending.

"Early morning!" Bai Sang staggered up and ran over with surprise in her eyes.

The moment he saw her in the early morning, the fury in Jin Tong gradually subsided, like a flash of light, he rushed to Bai Sang and hugged her in his arms.

"Sangsang, thank goodness you are fine." Buried in her neck in the morning, smelling the familiar smell and feeling the familiar body temperature, the manic heart slowly stopped, "You scared me."

Bai Sang also hugged her tightly, "You're the one who scared me! Where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere when I went back, and I thought you left me!"

He beat his chest hard with both hands.

The voice was crying.

In the early morning, I was very distressed, "I didn't leave on purpose, Sangsang, I didn't want to leave you, how could I leave you."

The two hugged for a while.

Bai Sang stopped crying in his arms.

Before saying anything else, Qingchen said coldly: "Who made you go?"

His eyes looked somewhere, the surviving fallen angel.

And the one who was hit in the early morning was already lying not far away, dead and unable to die again.

The fallen angel who survived saw the morning wings, his eyes were full of despair and disbelief.

Without thinking, he turned and ran away.

How can it be.

Michael, how could he exist in this world!

Isn't that a legend?

Crazy generally want to fly away.

Legend has it that when Michael appeared, he would kill the angel who was willing to fall.

"No—don't!" The fallen angel just turned his head and saw that a beam of light had shrouded himself.

A burning sensation appeared on his body, and he watched helplessly as his hands turned into ashes and drifted away.

Blinking, the fallen angel disappeared before his eyes.

Bai Sang didn't see this scene, she wanted to turn her head, but Qingchen pressed her head hard.

Lie on his warm chest, raised his head slightly, with a pitiful look on his face.

In the early morning, he couldn't help lowering his head and kissed her eyelids.

The black tears in Bai Sang's eyes gradually turned transparent under the touch of his lips.

Neither of them noticed the change.

"What the hell are you doing?" Holding his clothes tightly with both hands, he turned his head up and looked at him intently.

In the early morning, he didn't reject his behavior to her, and his heart jumped up.

Holding the person in both hands, he flew up and kissed her on the top of her head again, with tenderness in his golden eyes, "Didn't Sangsang want to go to the sky?"