I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 313: His Royal Highness the Prince (27)

Satan's voice echoed in the quiet room, low and mellow, as if it could penetrate people's hearts: "I will stay with Your Highness forever."

Lin Shen pursed his lips, with the corners of his mouth slightly rising. He originally thought that this guy would speak wildly like he did last time, but he didn't expect him to be so well-behaved this time.

He nodded with satisfaction, pulled his hand back, wiped it casually on Satan's clothes, and said lightly: "Okay."

Seeing this, the smile on Satan's lips gradually widened. He lowered his head and rested his face on Lin Shen's legs.

Lin Shen did not stop and allowed Satan to do what he wanted.

Satan felt His Highness's tolerance and was delighted. He gently put his arms around Lin Shen's waist, and his attachment and dependence on him were self-evident.

"When will you take me to see Lucifer?" Lin Shen moved his waist and adjusted to a more comfortable posture.

Satan felt the charming fragrance emanating from His Highness, and his heart was filled with satisfaction, as if he had finally obtained the candy he desired most and was reluctant to let it go.

"Your Highness, we are ready to set off at any time," Satan replied.

Lin Shen nodded and said, "Let me go first. I'll change my clothes first."

Satan was stunned for a moment, his face flushed instantly, and no one knew what embarrassing scene he thought of.

He reluctantly let go of the person in his arms.

Lin Shen kicked his body, signaling him to move aside.

Satan stood up and gave up his seat obediently.

Lin Shen walked straight to the closet and started picking out clothes.

He paid no attention to Satan's gaze, as he took off his bathrobe and began to change his clothes.

Satan looked at his beloved prince with sparkling eyes. His fair back made his heart beat faster and his face turned red as if blood would drip out.

He didn't know where to put his hands and feet, but his eyes were always staring straight ahead. Until Lin Shen put on his clothes, he still had that blushing and heart-pounding look on his face.

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"Your Highness, close your eyes, we will be there soon." Satan's voice sounded softly in Lin Shen's ears, full of tenderness and concern.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, as if he wanted to merge him into his body.

Satan's head rubbed Lin Shen's cheek gently, the action was both intimate and full of dependence.

Lin Shen was already used to this. He did not stop Satan's actions, but just nodded slightly to show that he understood.

There was not much expression on his face, but that subtle movement was enough for Satan to understand what he meant.

As Satan cast his spell, the air around them began to distort, and black mist wrapped around the two people as if it had life, gradually enveloping them.

Lin Shen closed his eyes as he was told, and his breathing became steady.

Time passed in darkness, and Satan's voice sounded again, this time more low and tempting: "Your Highness, open your eyes!"

The voice was like a whisper in Lin Shen's ear, full of magic.

Lin Shen slowly opened his eyes, and his vision gradually became clear.

The sight before him made him hold his breath.

It was a vast wasteland with flames leaping between rocks and the smell of sulfur filling the air.

There was no sun in the sky, only blood-red clouds and endless darkness.

This is hell, the legendary hell, full of horror and despair.

But there was no fear in Lin Shen's eyes, only a hint of surprise.

He stood there quietly, allowing Satan to hold him tightly, his eyes looking through the flames and smoke, as if looking for something.

"Your Highness, this is where I live."

Satan's tone was full of pride, his eyes flickered in the blazing flames, and he seemed to really love this desolate and cruel land.

Lin Shen couldn't help but feel a little curious. He turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Satan's face, and asked, "Do you like it here?"

Satan was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on Lin Shen's face, then he smiled sincerely and replied, "Of course, this is my home, the place that gave me a second life."

His words revealed his deep affection for this land, as if this was his roots and the place of his soul.

Lin Shen nodded hesitantly, and the records in ancient books flashed through his mind. He remembered that Satan seemed to be a very prestigious archangel.

He suddenly became curious, "Where are your wings?"

He remembered that ancient books mentioned that Satan's wings were not taken away when he defected, so he should still have wings, but he hadn't seen them yet!

Satan narrowed his eyes with a smile, and there was a hint of teasing in his voice: "Your Highness, do you want to see it?"

Lin Shen nodded without hesitation.

Satan didn't say anything else. He just gently waved his arms, and with a "swish", a pair of black and white wings spread out behind him.

The black and white wings are not the white wings of an angel, nor the black wings of the dark god, but the strangest combination of black and white.

This is the price of living in hell, just like the black lines on his face, which are the traces of the angels living in hell after defecting.

Because there is no sun here, only the blood moon and endless darkness, and this place is eroded by evil spirits, so living here will suffer such backlash.

For the angels, the backlash from coming here is even more severe and can almost result in death.

Lin Shen frowned. He always felt depressed in his heart. He didn't know why he was particularly disgusted by this place.

Satan looked at Lin Shen's appearance, the smile on his face froze, his eyes became a little confused and uneasy, and he asked cautiously.

"Your Highness, are you afraid of my wings?" There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Obviously, he was not afraid of anything before, and these wings represent the symbol of his resistance, which is unique and glorious to him.

But when he saw His Highness's appearance, he hesitated. What should he do if His Highness hated his wings?

He knew the answer clearly in his heart. He should destroy his wings, even if it meant death. He really didn't want His Highness to dislike anything about him. This was something he couldn't tolerate.

Lin Shen looked at him puzzledly. He did not show any disgust or fear. He didn't understand how Satan could tell that he hated his wings.

He shook his head slightly and said helplessly: "I don't hate your wings, it's just... everything here makes me feel a little uncomfortable."