"Have you tried it with an angel?" Bezebu looked at him suspiciously.

Michael immediately shook his head, "Where did you think? I was experimenting on myself. Where did you dare to find other angels? I can't afford to take responsibility for anything happening."

Beizeb's eyes stuck to the bottle of potion and said unsurely: "Is it effective?"

Michael immediately promised: "It's very good, you can sleep all night and have a good dream."

Beizeb quickly snatched a bottle of "I want to try." Similarly, he opened the storage space and handed a bottle of antidote made by Metatron solemnly to Michael. "Michael, I really don't feel comfortable with your medicine. I found that I didn't wake up and took the antidote to me."

"I'm not that bad." Michael's excited face was instantly sluggish when he developed the drug. Bezebu sneered: "When I use it, I will decide whether I can hand it over, otherwise you can pour it into the pool and you can't hand it over to Gabriel, ordinary angels cannot withstand your scourge."

Beizeb lived in Michael's palace. After drinking the potion, he also rested here, lay on the bed, closed his eyes and went to sleep. Michael held paper and pen to record his sleep reaction, and did not dare to miss such a good test. He recorded the time of falling asleep, his expression of sleep, and his sleeping posture, so Michael cared about Beizeb's situation.

His breathing was stable, and there seemed to be a smile on his face as if he was in a dream, and he felt like he was sleeping happily.

Michael could not help but smile as he saw his expression clearly.

It is indeed a good thing to be able to help your companions. I believe Bezebub has not had a good rest during this period, so he will not be anxious to try the sleep-aid effect of the medicine. The environment in heaven seems relaxed, but they stand at the highest level of angels, carrying the look and awe of other angels. The invisible things are borne by them, making them unable to be willful and lazy. The last time he was imprisoned, even he was a little decadent, let alone Bezebub, who also cared about glory.

"Good dreams." Michael pulled his bedding, turned off the lights, and quietly walked to the recliner beside him to rest.

Michael thought that his medicine would never have any problems, so he inevitably dozed off. In addition, the smell of research medicines on his body was very strong to help with sleep. He woke up automatically in the morning after sleeping.

However, Beizeb was still sleeping in the bed.

Michael felt that he was sleeping too well at first, and when he looked closer, Bezebu's face turned red. He shouted carefully: "Bezebu, Bezebu?" Bezebu opened his eyes slowly, and mist floated in his pupils, as if he was still immersed in a dream. He showed an illusory but very happy smile, "Your Highness--" Once again, he mistakenly thought Michael for Lucifer.

Michael had a bitter face, opened the antidote he carried with him, and the mouth of the bottle was facing Bezebub's lips, "What's wrong with you, just take a sip to relieve the medicinal properties.

As soon as the cold liquid was poured into his mouth, Bezebu lying on the bed turned his face and avoided it.

Most of the precious antidote leaked out, wetting Bezebu's clothes and hair. Michael hurriedly returned the remaining little. Bezebu was trying to apply the medicine to him while he was busy, and his arm stretched out and hugged Michael, "Ah, it's Michael..." Finally recognized who the other party was, Bezebu murmured in an abnormal state: "Your medicine is so strange. I feel very happy and I have no worries anymore. Thank you..."

Michael breathed a sigh of relief, "Just be happy, I will help you get up and drink medicine." Who would believe this look and say it's okay!

Beizeb was supported by him and sat up, his body tilted and fell on Michael's chest. As if he had thought of something, Beizeb rubbed his cheek against his strong muscles, and his mental state was strange to some extreme.

Michael's hair stood upright.

"By the way, I'm in a good mood today. Don't you want to know what it feels when you enter?" Bezebu said casually, even smiling softly and charmingly. His fingers were placed on Michael's wrist, holding the other person's stiff hand, and touching his thigh. With a press of his finger, his private part was slightly concave, which was extremely clear on the white robe.

Michael died in a blast in his brain.

Through the sleeping robe, my fingers entered my body, and there was the purest forbidden area of ​​Bezebu.

Michael hurriedly pulled out his hand and wrapped the bedding around the crazy Beizeb. The remaining waist in the antidote was forced into Beizeb's mouth, "Wake up! My God, what kind of medicinal herbs did Gabriel provide me! I just slept for a night last time."

Beizeb was choked by the cold liquid and struggled and said, "I, I have nothing to do... Michael... let me go!"

One hour later.

Beizeb, who had a clear mind, shrank on the bed, covering his head.

Michael knelt beside the bed, begging the little ancestor to go out with a bruised nose and swollen face: "I beg you, go to Metatron to work. It's useless to stay here. Metatron will come to find you!"

Beizeb, who was under the bedding, screamed and pulled off the bedding that was blocking his face, "Bastard, who said there is no problem with this medicine!"

Michael said pitifully: "My medicine...you just need to believe in three points."

Beizeb's face changed from pale to ashen, and then from dark to red, his body trembled with anger. He could not believe that he would lose his mind, and he pulled Michael's hand to touch him, and looked enjoyable. This was the most terrifying thing he had ever experienced in his life!

Under their procrastination, today the adjutant of Chief Seraph and the adjutant of Chief Wisdom were absent.

Lucifer recorded Michael's behavior of absent from work and deducted all his rewards this month. Metatron did not wait for Besieb to appear, and worriedly gave up his official duties to find him. In Besieb's palace, Metatron learned from his servant that his adjutant had not come back for several days, and suddenly felt a bad mood.

"Where did he go?"

"His Highness Bezebu said that he would go to His Highness Michael to stay for a few days."

The voice of the attendant of the Wisdom Archangel was getting lower and lower, because the gentle Wisdom Archangel in front of him was covered with a cold breath. Knowing where Bezebu was, Metatron did not go directly to find him, but turned to Seraph's palace.

When Lucifer saw him, he said clearly: "No need to look for it, Michael didn't come."

Metatron's face turned pale and he knelt in front of Lucifer on one knee, "Please go to Michael with me." This was Metatron's toughest request.

When the two angels arrived at Michael's palace, Michael had already taken away the tools for the crime. He died himself, and he could not kill Gabriel with him, otherwise Gabriel would definitely kill him. Bezebu also got rid of the red grief and anger of his eyes. Soon after he got off the bed, he saw Michael making a hurry, afraid that the messy sheets would cause other angels to misunderstand.

"Are in the morning, Your Highness."

Michael stood respectfully in front of his boss.

When Lucifer saw Michael, he knew what he had hidden. Then he looked at Bezebu who had tried hard to calm down. He could vaguely see the blush on Bezebu's face.

With his eyebrows raised, Lucifer said to Metatron: "You are too worried, they are fine."

Metatron was still a little suspicious, staring at Michael who was lowering his head. Bezebu knew that Michael could not hide it at all. He gritted his teeth and walked to Metatron and whispered: "His Royal Highness Metatron, I overslept today. It's not about Michael's business. He stayed here for the sake of calling me to get up."

Metatron looked at him for a while and suddenly spoke, "Beiseb, I smell the detoxifier."

In an instant, Michael's body shook.

Bezebu's eyes were embarrassed and angry that Michael deserved to be like this, so he simply said it half-covered and half-exposed: "Michael's hands were itchy, so he asked me to accompany him to refine medicine. In order to help him, I stayed in his palace. Because I took the medicine for experiments, I was late with Michael."

Metatron focuses on the key points, "What drug?"

Beizeb looked at Michael silently, and Michael took out a bottle of semi-finished sleeping pills with a heart-to-heart relationship.

Metatron opened the box and sniffed the drug, confirming that it was effective to prolong sleep time. And judging by the smell of the drug, it was indeed the latest refining thing. After figuring out the reason why they were late, Metatron said helplessly: "Michael, it seems that you don't take my punishment seriously. It's just forbidden for ten years, which makes you so difficult? Besides, just refining this time, you obviously got a wrong dose of pollen in your drug."

Beizeb's face was distorted. After supervising Michael for a long time, he could actually study another wrong step!

It's better to do it yourself!

Lucifer felt ashamed of the adjutant and coughed lightly, "Since you have seen Beetheb, take him away, I'm busy too." His eyes skipped past Michael who was pretending to be dead, and he nodded to Metatron and Beetheb and left the place first.

Michael was grateful to His Highness Lucifer for his death. He even avoided punishment when he left!

Chief Seraph disappeared into this palace with his adjutant. Bezebu faced Metatron embarrassedly, just like Lucifer knew Michael. Why didn’t Metatron understand Bezebu, "How much else do you want to speak for Michael? What did he do to you?" He threw out a few magical tests Bezebu. Bezebu felt warm and was frightened to find that his boss had also lost a check on chastity!

"His Highness Metatron, you are too nervous!"

Beizeb wanted to hold his head and cried.
Chapter completed!