"I don't want it anymore! Don't want it anymore!"

The dragon clan on the floating island was suddenly awakened by the roar in the Dragon King's Palace.

A tornado-like whistling, Ulysses, who turned into the body of the Golden Holy Light Dragon, appeared outside, and yelled at the other dragons in the most devastating tone of his life: "What are you sleeping? Get me the medicine to repair the wounds! Please get the best medicine!"

He was startled by the Dragon King's anger. Several dragons got out of the sleeping den and pulled a few bottles of medicine in the direction of the treasure house. Ulysses snatched the things from his grandchildren and rushed back to the palace, fearing that the Messiah's face would be completely unstoppable if one second was late.

If God knew that He had ruined the appearance of the Son, he would not have killed him!

The Dragon King applied a precious ointment with his own hands, and carefully blew a few breaths, "It hurts, does it hurt?" He stared at this picture with a terrible look at the beautiful picture a few minutes ago, but now it has ruined most of its face, praying in his heart that the ointment can take effect. The lilac ointment is crystal clear, and it feels comfortable and cold when it melts into liquid and comes into contact with the wound. Lucifer knows it is the best medicine for the dragon clan when he smells it.

What a pity.

Lucifer thought without regret at all, who asked Ulysses to give him the golden dagger he carried with him.

The golden dagger made of dragon scales and dragon bones is attached with "sharp" that is no less than the holy sword, and the body of a mortal cannot resist it.

After waiting and waiting, Ulysses' eyes stuck to Lucifer's face, the wound began to heal, and the bloody area stopped bleeding. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Yarman, who was also staring at this place, suddenly screamed: "Messiah, your face!"

Ulysses looked closely and said, "Why do I have scars?"

The hideous scars replaced the wound, and the smooth skin no longer existed. Only from Lucifer's calm and elegant sitting posture could they see that they were the same person.

Ulysses's entire dragon is in bad shape.

But Lu Xifa smiled weakly, and his cheek wounds suddenly burst a few times. He added fuel to the fire and said, "Dragon King, we can make the second request."

Ulysses: "…"

Yarman: "…"

Their hearts were in unison: Humans were so terrible!

"Are you sure you want to continue for your preaching?" Ulysses took a deep breath, supported his hands on his knees, bent down and looked straight at the silver-haired Son sitting on the chair. "I don't know what the wish is to urge you to do this. Humanity, do you understand? If your appearance cannot be restored, your believers and your future will be almost ruined."

Lucifer was silent for a moment, and his words evoked memories from a long time ago.

The angels fell into hell, and their pure spirits were polluted by darkness, forming the flesh that the angels regarded as filthy. At that time, the fallen angels who followed him could not have expected that their faces would turn into evil ghosts during the day and night. Later, they saw their demons frightened to retreat, and the angels looked disgusted, saying that this was their retribution for disobeying the gods.

Nine days and nine nights, the fallen angel waited until he walked out of the endless abyss.

How could Lucifer have any disgust at all when he was falsified at the group of fallen angels who covered their faces and dared not let him see them?

"No, no." Lucifer's eyes changed slightly, softening his eyes, and a stream of Ulysses's astonished pride and confidence flowed out. "Whether I follow or follow me, they will not hate me because of my ugly appearance, nor will I hate them because of their ugly appearance."

At this moment, the person who spoke was not the Messiah who deceived the world and stole the name of Satan, but Lucifer who possessed the name of Satan.

"Dragon King, beauty is just a gift from God. Without it, I am still me."

Faced with such a person who is more charming than his appearance, Ulysses' anger and impatience gradually disappeared, and he knocked his head weakly, "Forget it, you are so firm, I can't stop you. The two conditions afterwards - you must not harm the dragon clan for your own desires, and you must not control the dragon clan to deal with other clans to spread your faith." After hearing his words, Lucifer fell down his heart, but he did not forget his purpose.

"The devil is not included, right?"

"...Isn't it enough to use the dragon clan as a shield? Hey, hey! Don't pretend to faint... You're enough, the devil is not included, okay!"

Ulysses stared at this bold guy with laughter and cry. He knew that he had accepted the Messiah's Light Cult and would have to contract a hostile person to the demons in the future? It was obvious that angels used to do such things.

Before leaving, Ulysses solemnly took out a golden mask from the treasure house.

Lucifer was speechless.

It’s gold again, and it’s gold again. Can your dragon clan’s aesthetic vision be separated from this color?

"You promised me, don't tell others that I was causing you to be disfigured." Ulysses's guilty eyes floated around, but he didn't dare to look at Lucifer again, "That's it, you can go all the way."

Putting the mask upside down on his face, Lucifer nodded to him, "May the friendship between the Light and the Dragon Clan last forever."

With a dull Yarman, he left openly.

On the way to Alai, Yarman gasped from the disfigure of the Messiah, covering his chest with his heart as if he was squeezing, "My beauty is gone." Lucifer pretended not to hear it, Yarman continued to cry: "Let's try the secret recipe for the elves' beauty. The dragon tribe doesn't care about the face. The elves definitely won't. They will definitely have medicine to heal your wounds."

"Shut up."

Lucifer was so annoyed by him that his ears hurt.

"Yalman, my face has other ways, so just wear a mask at the moment." Lucifer's fingers touched the hard gold, and the exquisitely carved mask was breathable. It seemed that the Dragon King did not give inferior goods to comfort him.

Yarman burped, "What's the solution?"

Lucifer glanced at his stupid image, worried about Alai's eyes, "It's not a solution to speak out."

If you want to have plastic surgery first, you must first disfigure it.

The biggest face control in this world is neither the dragon clan of rough men nor the elves of stinky angels, nor the angels, but God.

The setting that he could make the whole heaven without an ugly angel, and the stronger his strength, the more beautiful he was, Lucifer had long been desperate about God's love, and the way he looked at people with his face was definitely spread from God first. Moreover, what he destroyed Cain's appearance today, not his original appearance, otherwise it would be Ulysses who would go crazy today.

Heaven, the eighth heaven, Lucifer felt his face very...soothing.

It was a pain that was indescribable, but I felt that it was cut by a knife, dug out of the flesh, and almost ruined the entire face. This was a feeling that Lucifer had never felt since he was born.

Michael stopped when he heard the sound of his boss's office and looked over strangely. Then, he saw Lucifer's brow raised lightly and stroked his face thoughtfully with his fingers. From the brow bone to the tip of his nose, and the lips, he passed through these things that made some perverts... it was the place that some angels dreamed of, and looked unusually weird.

Michael thought deeply, always feeling that he had broken some secret from his boss.

Does Lucifer actually have a narcissistic hobby?

"Michael."

Lucifer's words interrupted Michael's mind that was wrong to the horizon. Michael shook in this tone and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, is there anything wrong?"

Lucifer felt helpless about his subordinates' distractedness, "I'll let you come."

Michael immediately walked over and stopped in front of Lucifer's table. Lucifer stared at Michael's eyes burning like flames, without saying a word, falling into deep thought. Michael was so afraid of moving that he dared not move. He kept reflecting on what bad things he had done during this period. Did he deliberately send Bezebu away who was pestering Lucifer, or did he go to the Angel Prison to watch Asmondith's excitement aroused His Highness's displeasure?

After waiting for a while, he found that the pain of tearing his cheeks subsided a lot. Lucifer murmured: "What the hell is going on?"

In Michael's eyes, his face was still the same, without any scars.

It was a bit of a pity that Lucifer wanted to change his face for a long time, and he always faced the face that made the angel demon fascinated him. He could hardly tell whether these angels were fascinated by his face or surrendered to him.

"You go back to your seat."

Lucifer waved the dazed guy back.

Michael returned to his seat in confusion and remembered Lucifer's murmuring just now. Did His Highness encounter any trouble?

To complete today's workload, Michael stepped out of the Administrative Palace of Seraph and headed straight for Metatron. The prime minister of the kingdom of heaven always acted as a spiritual garbage can for several companions while handling angel affairs.

After hearing his bitterness, Metatron asked with interest: "How long have Lucifer stared at you?"

Michaels said, "About ten minutes."

Metatron's silence, can you think of so many things in ten minutes? How rich is your usual spiritual world?

"Where do you think Lucifer is staring at you?" Metatron returned to seriousness. "Is it the face, or the nose, eyes? Or..." He sharply examined Michael's tall and wide-shouldered figure.

Michael had a black thread, "It should be the eyes, why are you doing with that strange look?"

"I'm relieved. Lucifer should be looking at himself through your eyes." Metatron drank tea and stared at Michael with pity with a look of despair towards the world. Dear Michael, Lucifer could never stare at you and appreciate it. The only person he can look down on is himself, a fool.
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