[Short story about turning into a wolf and touching your ears]

One afternoon, Ye Sewei, who was lying on the sofa and reading the werewolf chronicles, suddenly remembered something.

The afternoon wind blew open the long white curtains. She lowered her eyes and looked at the illustrations in the chronicle, her eyes fixed on the furry existence on the head of the werewolf. The illustration next to it detailedly listed the wolf ears that the werewolf race might have.

Colors, and the general personalities of werewolves with various wolf ears.

It seems to be the same as the blood type of the zodiac sign, which is a bit mysterious, but also makes some sense.

"Morpheus." She raised her hand and waved in a certain direction.

The black-haired god came over from the other end, sat on the plush carpet in front of her sofa, raised his hand and pinched her earlobe: "What's wrong?"

Ye Sewei pointed out the werewolf ear tips in front of her and read: "Here it is said that male werewolves with black plush ears are mostly introverted, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, calm and confident. They must not challenge any black-haired werewolf.

Velvet-eared werewolves have a tolerance for love, and their requirement for love loyalty is 100%. They are mysterious and extremely possessive. At the same time, of course, they also have extremely high desires and strong willpower in some aspects.

Ability……"

Ye Sewei's voice slowly dropped.

...What are you talking about?

She called Morpheus over just to trick him into making ears again for her to touch! When this book introduced ears of other colors before, it clearly didn’t mention this aspect at all. Why did it come to black ears?

Luo Li, I don’t know what I’m talking about!

Morpheus was still waiting for her to finish reading, and he looked up at her as if he didn't realize anything, with some questions.

Withdrawing at this time, Ye Sewei felt that she had lost.

So she bit the bullet and continued: "...Some aspects here are not only reflected in the body, but also in the mind. The fatigue of the body can be dispelled by the strong desire of the soul. In short, the lover with black wolf ears

In this small matter of sex/happiness, you have joy that ordinary people cannot imagine."

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...The person who wrote the book came out and was beaten!

Ye Sewei was so ashamed and angry that she just wanted to read the content herself. She even called Morpheus to come over and take a look, which was almost like a hint.

Sure enough, the black-haired god who was just sitting quietly on one side seemed to have received the hint. He glanced at her with a slightly teasing and helpless expression, raised his hand to pull the book away from her hand, and then covered her up.

On her body, he whispered in her ear: "Last night wasn't enough?"

Ye Sewei was confused and her eyes were red. She was taken out of the bathroom by the other party. She was so tired that she didn't want to move a finger. On the way, in order to coax her, Morpheus transformed into a pair of wolf ears while holding her on top.

Let her touch it, but the price of touching it...

Ye Sewei's face turned red silently.

The book was just thrown on the ground next to it and no one cared about it.

Until the next day, when Ye Sewei went downstairs, she picked up the book and wanted to throw it back to the bookcase. By coincidence, the book happened to open to the page describing the black wolf ears the day before.

The above analysis is careful and concise, and there are no sentences that she read before!

Ye Sewei:......????

Did this guy actually raise his hand and change the words on the book for some unspeakable thing?!

"Morpheus——!!!!"

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【Raphael's Small Working Theater】

After becoming a god for too long, the concept of time will become infinitely confusing. Sometimes, he thinks that something happened yesterday, but suddenly it was many years ago. After realizing that this happened many times, Raphael

I got into the habit of writing a diary.

Of course, it is common for diaries to be written as weekly or monthly diaries. After all, Raphael, as a competent god, is very busy and can be moved wherever needed.

Time like now, when I can sit down and read my past diaries, is naturally precious.

Raphael showered and washed his hands, sat at the table, and solemnly opened his diary.

[May 20, 1xxx year in the old divine calendar]

I have forgotten how many days this is since I became a god, but if I think back, the divine calendar begins with the existence of gods in the world, so the number of years in the divine calendar is how long I have been a god.

Today's work was very routine. I visited several remote temples and found nothing out of the ordinary. Human beings are cute and hateful, which offset each other. Although I was once one of them, from a bystander's perspective, I was quite disgusted.

interesting.

Speaking of which, fate has been watching this world longer than I have. I haven't felt bored for so long, probably because human beings are really interesting.

...By the way, the boss is still looking at Destiny's back today, his eyes are, tsk, so scary, like an idiot.

…

[December 18, 1xxx year in the old divine calendar]

It's cold, but I'm not cold. The boss is chasing his fate with a scarf behind him, which makes everyone cry.

Of course, the way fate refuses is still pleasing to the eye.

…

[April 2, xxx year in the divine calendar]

...So why on earth do I want to be a teacher in this Duke's Mansion to hypnotize these wolf cubs?

[April 2, xxx year in the divine calendar]

Okay, I understand, I'm here to assist.

Clean up the aftermath of the boss, make necessary preparations and subsequent improvements for the boss's coolness, and heighten the atmosphere of the boss's relationship with his destiny...

I, Raphael, Shiquan Assistant, applaud myself and am moved.

…

[March 9, 1xxx year of the divine calendar]

To be honest, I'm still a little confused.

Did the boss succeed?

Did the boss get it for real?

Think about the way the boss gave scarves and gloves in the past, think about the way the boss looked cold but was secretly troubled by his fate...

Think about the ending now.

The boss is worthy of being the boss. He has been sharpening his sword for thousands of years and has been rewarded with joy after all the hardships. He is truly a role model for our generation.

Risby.

…

As a god, Raphael naturally reads very quickly. He finished reading his diary as if he were flipping through a book, pondered for a moment, raised his hand, picked up the dip pen, and opened a new page in the diary.

[October 20, 1xxx year of Divine Power]

Today, the boss is still living sweetly with his destiny.

The boss has been the boss for a while, and the burden on me has become heavier. I feel that my hair has strangely become less recently, which is like "I am bald, but I am stronger."

...Of course, gods don’t lose their hair, so the above is just a joke.

I'm stronger, yes.

So, I can do what the boss does.

(Raphael clenches his fist.jpg)

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【Parallel World Small Theater No. 1】

The former archangel degenerated into a demon, so naturally he was no longer a little minion. Even if a lot of his power was eroded away, what was left was enough to make him an extremely powerful demon.

Dark creatures do not have so much hatred. When he was an archangel, Morpheus did kill countless dark creatures, but once he himself also fell and became a creature like them.

, the dark creatures generally have a carnival-like attitude of mocking the Kingdom of God and welcoming Morpheus. As for revenge, there is no such thing.

Not to mention that I didn’t have this idea in the first place, more importantly, I couldn’t defeat it at all.

Not to mention a big devil, the big devil also raised a vampire who looked delicate and beautiful, but was nourished by the blood of the big devil every day.

For creatures like vampires, the power of the blood they drink determines their power. In other words, rounding off, there are two big demons living here.

Hiss, two words, it is terrible.

Who has nothing better to do than provoke them?

In the gorgeous dark castle, there were thick crimson soft blankets everywhere. A small red and white foot stepped on it silently. The hem of the black lace skirt was slightly lifted by her, and she ran barefoot in the depths.

On the red blanket, darkness, crimson and snow-white interweave to form a picture of three colors that contrast to the extreme.

She ran all the way to the burning fireplace, and then jumped into the arms of the big devil who was sitting on the soft sofa in front of the fireplace reading a book.

The fabric of the big devil's clothes had been warmed and comfortable by the warmth caused by the fire. The girl rubbed the fabric of his clothes twice, rubbing it with satisfaction, and then accidentally touched the other person's skin.
To be continued...