"His Royale Lucifer!"

"His Highness Samael, His Highness Gabriel is here too!"

"Wow, His Highness Metatron and His Highness Bezebub, His Son! There are still a few Seraphites who did not come!"

"His Royal Highness Seraph!"

The arrogant angels in the starry sky were all ecstatic, and the lively atmosphere swept across the square from one place. The angels who were originally under space pressure were instantly resurrected in full blood. They squeezed to the sales location of Crystal Flowers in high spirits, and bought them again after giving them one. There were endless angels in line, hoping to lose all their money to prove that they were a crazy believer of His Highness.

On this festival where all angels are sucking blood, Lucifer had an idea, was Bezebu profitable?

His eyes looked at Bethieb's smile on his face was brighter than ever.

Lucifer raised his lips, and it seemed that he had to work hard. Samar, the poorest in heaven, paid off his debts. Without Samar, he was at the bottom, and he was embarrassed to be the poorest in the Seraphic class.

Lucifer walked up the steps with flowers everywhere. The higher he went, the more exquisite the platform he built, and the highest position would always belong to God. When he was a mortal, he was only qualified to step on the fourth floor, and he was on par with Atladith. Now, more than ten years have passed, and things have changed, and he can finally reach the throne of the Son.

On the second staircase, the light golden throne belongs to Lucifer, and there is no one on the silver throne.

The blonde angel sat condescendingly in his seat.

In the past, no one could sit on an equal footing with Seraph. Lucifer smiled gently, lifted up the silver hair that was too long in his ear, and sat gracefully on the silver throne symbolizing wisdom on the left.

In fact, he prefers the black Satan throne more than silver, but unfortunately heaven cannot tolerate black.

Lucifer overlooked Angel Square from a high place, and the flowers were everywhere. The number of crystal flowers was amazing. With the angels' tireless purchase, a beautiful sea of ​​flowers was created. Lucifer, who was sitting on the left of Lucifer, frowned, and many wise angels knelt down in panic, thinking that Seraphite was not satisfied with their actions, or that they had bought fewer crystal flowers.

In fact, compared to voting, Lucifer was worried about what to do after the Nine Days Festival was over.

What magic can use to get so many magic bouquets at once?

"Burn them with the fire of holy flames. The essence of the magic bouquet is to imitate the crystal flowers of the Great Hall. It contains the power of light inside. After burning into air, the power of light in the bouquet can nourish the starry sky, killing multiple kills." As Lucifer was thinking, a soft voice slowly said, analyzing the principle of magic was extremely thorough. Even Bezebu, who made the crystal flowers, might not have thought of so many things.

Lucifer said calmly: "Thank you for your reminder, I will report this credit to my god."

Lucifer: "…"

The Messiah after her amnesia doesn’t understand so many magic principles!

"Lucy, don't be angry, okay?" Lucifer changed his attitude and deliberately stimulated Lucifer with his nickname when he was intimate. However, Lucifer had no response and put his fingers on his knees, as if he had not heard him, waiting for the festival to begin.

Seeing that he was so "ruthless", Lucifer had already begun to consider the possibility of dreaming at night.

I haven't used my original body to play with Lucifer for a long time. Lucifer misses Lucifer's shocked and angry look, and his expression is much more vivid than in heaven. Besides, beating is a kiss or a love. No matter how violent the other party is when he chases the demon, it is better than ignoring it now.

Next to him, Lucifer suddenly felt a chill on his back.

The ninth day of the Flower Festival is the last day. Seraph Lucifer should have been the leader of the overall situation, but he is both the organizer and the contestant. After saying a few simple words, the Seraph class competition was handed over to Neil, the principal of the Angel Academy, to be the referee. The vice referee was Curtis, the librarian. Both of them were old acquaintances of Lucifer.

Even though he was familiar, Neil gave the crystal flower to Lucifer with a shy face before becoming the referee.

"His Royale Lucifer, you will always be number one in my heart."

"Um."

Lucifer responded and accepted the crystal flower he handed to him in person. He held the magical crystal flower, lowered his head and sniffed it lightly, and identified the false fragrance of flowers. The light-colored lips touched the delicate petals, which were also crystal clear and charming.

Neil's old face turned red and he retreated with affectionateness.

Lucifer carefully considered the 108 ways to burn the angel.

He regretted voting in the form of flowers. So many angels gave flowers to his lover, and since ancient times, Lucifer's appearance was the best in the Three Realms for countless years, and countless admirers were admired. The affection hidden in these crystal flowers was simply impossible for him to ignore!

Don’t angels follow the precepts? Should the act of showing love be so obvious!

Seeing Lucifer in a good mood, Lucifer gritted his teeth and swallowed it into his stomach. Didn’t he just deliberately want him to try to feel jealous? He said that in his life, and he had never eaten anyone’s jealousy in his life, just compare to see who is the final winner of this Flower Festival.

Lucifer looked at a wise angel who gave him flowers, and his body was relaxed and straightened, leaning on the throne with a slight laziness. This subtle action instantly changed the similarity between him and Lucifer, and no angel felt that he was like a seraph. Lucifer sat there with his cheek, like a king who was seen by his ministers, invisibly exuding the deterrence and strength of pinching his heart.

The Son of Heaven-

Or, it is Satan who is tall in the dark hell.

When the crystal flower was handed over tremblingly, Lucifer said gently and gently: "Thank you."

Satan's smile immediately made Angel of Wisdom dizzy.

Until he walked down the steps, the wise angel woke up like a dream and rushed towards the purchase point of the crystal flower, hoping to exchange more crystal flowers for His Royal Highness the Son's smile.

One by one, it formed a terrifying effect. It was a dangerous and captivating charm of the soul. Angels were almost crazy about such Messiah. They could not stand even when they walked up the steps, and knelt at the feet of the Messiah, representing their surrender with the most obsessed and humble attitude.

Lucifer accidentally crushed the flower branches in his hand. The angel would kneel to the high angel, but the salute of kneeling on both knees symbolizes the followers.

In other words, in just one festival, the Messiah can conquer them, and every move is like a fatal attraction, which is terrible three points higher than any charm type of advanced spell. Because the latter comes from false feelings, the former comes from the Messiah itself.

Samar was not interested in beauty. He sat in the angel seat with his arms folded and did not reach out to take a flower. He let his admirers put the crystal flower next to him and bowed gently. He saw the crazy voting scene on the stairs above, and after he was distracted for a while, the grand occasion of Lucifer and the Messiah became more and more intense, and there was a feeling of fighting between two crazy fans.

Michael sighed: "It's because of His Highness. The number of votes has always been terrifying, but... Is there something wrong with them today? They all smiled so gently." He touched his arms and had goose bumps, "What a terrible smile."

Samar agreed with his statement, allowing Lucifer, who usually doesn't smile, to keep a smile, the Messiah, who often smiles, to be so charming, and Seraph, who are familiar with their personalities, to feel numb on his scalp.

Samar asked Michael: "Aren't they a good relationship?"

Michael replied, "Yesterday His Highness was angry, ignored the Messiah and went back alone. It seems that he has not forgiven him now."

Samar thoughtfully and suddenly said, "Are they all together after the festival ended a few days ago?"

"yes."

Michael said it carelessly.

Then Michael understood what he said, covered his mouth and looked at Samar Samael with a flash of eyes. Samar sneered, "Michael, I think you haven't been in prison for enough!"

He actually dared to help Messiah and Lucifer cover up their relationship!

The two seraphs did not forget to sound insulation when they spoke, but their expressions were straightforward to reveal their unhappiness. When the angel who voted to send flowers saw Samar's face full of murderous aura, he tilted his hand and gave the bouquet to the gentler Michael, and left the stairs in panic.

"Samael, you're so fierce!"

Michael forgot the question in a blink of an eye, pointed at his companion and laughed.

Samar was powerless and looked at Metatron in the same camp. Metatron had no time to pay attention to him and was talking to Besieb. The long face of the angel was gentle, and the green eyes were as quiet as a lake. Talking to him was a rare pleasure. He was the most approachable one among the seraphs.

Samar does not doubt Metatron's popularity at all. In the vote of Seraphic class, Metatron must be the top four. As for who will be the last one to be embarrassed today...

Samar looked at the number of crystal flowers under his feet, and then showed a stiff smile under Gabriel's quipped eyes.

He doesn't want to cushion the bottom!

Unfortunately, it is too late to repent now. The angel's seriousness and harshness are deeply rooted in the impression of the angel, and it cannot be changed in a short time.

The voting statistics in heaven in the morning were well done. Neil was opening the list, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue, "This number is really terrible. The upper third level voted the most for His Highness Lucifer, the middle third level angels voted more for His Highness Messiah, and the lower third level angels were scattered on the other highnesses and spread them out... Hey, His Highness Lucifer and His Highness Messiah are not evenly matched?"

Neil poked his friend Curtis with his arm, "Who did you vote for?"

Curtis did not wear glasses, and his eyes stuck to the second and third steps that were different from them. The seraphs with top-notch appearances talked to each other, with different expressions, and occasionally glanced down at the same time.

The Messiah is different.

His eyes were full of smiles, and the class gap seemed not to be very concerned. The Messiah accepted the crystal flowers sent by every angel with a gentle attitude, and spoke to Lucifer around him from time to time, but Lucifer ignored him.

Curtis pointed to the silver-haired Son sitting in the noble seat, "I gave it to His Highness the Messiah, the most incredible person I have ever seen."

It was not for his peerless beauty, but for the desolation in his eyes, it finally added a little vitality.

It was like light illuminating the eyes.
Chapter completed!