Naipanil has the twelve wings to heaven, and heaven is sensational, and there will be no gossip this year beyond it!

Over the years, heaven has not added a twelve-winged seraphim, and even the Holy Son Messiah has not broken this convention. There is no need for God to add wings, nor does it need the congenitalization of the reincarnation pool, just because Naipanil's bloodline comes from one of the wisdom angel Metatron and the other is the little Holy Son Haniya. Their son will have such a powerful angel soul?!

Does this mean that the bloodline between Seraph and Seraph will give birth to a small seraph of the same class?

You know, Hania is not a seraph!

In the stellar sky, Metatron found many onlookers of the Wisdom Angels again, and would bring strange sights wherever they went. Metatron, with a gentle personality, was helpless, knowing that the Wisdom Angel had no intention of offending him, but... he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Such curiosity can still be restrained by ordinary angels. When Metatron comes to Michael, who is very curious, he no longer wants to say anything. However, the official business problem has led him to the Palace of Seraphite, which he doesn't want to go to recently, and he specially pulled Bezebu to help withstand the pressure, because there is definitely a Michael there who will surround him and ask in various questions.

Michael was bored and turning the quill pen, exercising the flexibility of his fingers, and by the way, he emptyed his brain for rest. Seeing the angel coming in from the corner of his eyes, Michael instantly felt energetic and shouted: "His Royal Metatron!" This was the first time he had ignored Bezebu.

Bezebulu was unhappy, "What are your eyes? Didn't you see me too?"

Michael smiled at him apologetically, his main focus on Metatron.

Metatron knew that this would happen, and used his hand to block Michael's face coming over, "Don't be so close, Michael." Michael looked at him with a sad expression of "We have such a good relationship, how can Your Highness reject me" and asked, "Your Highness, did you feel in advance that this child was the twelve-winged angel when you were pregnant?"

Metatron denies it, "No!"

Now all heaven wants to get a way to create the twelve-winged angels from the mouth of the wise Angel.

"If you ask enough, let me go aside." Bezebu pulled Michael back with a ruthless face for his superiors. "His Highness Metatron is here to hand over official duties today. You, an adjutant, don't cause trouble for them."

Michael screamed, "Don't pull my hair! You're not Naipanil!"

Bezebu dragged him to the corner, let go of his hand, and blew his fingers, and several bright red hairs that had been caught fell to the ground. For ordinary angels, adding a little more strength to their hair as nutrition can accumulate very long in a few days, let alone the seraphic angels with much energy, so they don’t have to worry about the risk of their hairline retreating or baldness.

The two adjutants bit their ears in the corner to exchange information, and their superiors calmly handed over official duties. But compared to usual, Luciferdo glanced at Metatron and estimated the other party's physical condition, "Meta, I see that your strength has not yet recovered to its peak. Since you haven't had a good rest in the past few years, this year, I'll take advantage of Naipanil to go to the mortal world to take care of your body."

Metatron happily accepted the proposal, "Okay, Your Highness, I will pay attention to this."

When Archangel Zhi left the palace, Bethelb quickly followed and almost chatted with Michael too much, forgot to go back with Metatron. After leaving the palace gate, Metatron pointed Bethelb's head with his hand, "You, just remember Michael."

Bezebu defended himself and said, "No, Michael revealed something to me, saying that he didn't have to worry about Nair's twelve wings. He seemed to know the reason, but no matter how I asked, he refused to disclose it to me."

Metatron's face sternly. He didn't know it. How could Michael know it?

Is it related to His Highness Lucifer?

With such questions about the child involved, Metatron gave Bezebu a task, "Bezebu, you have a good relationship with Michael. I am really worried if you can help me ask about this matter..." Metatron's eyebrows and eyes looked worried. When other angels cheered, he was worried that the source of the twelve-wing power was not right.

The Messiah did not discuss the matter of divine blood for now, and now there are twelve additional wings... It is hard to predict whether it is a blessing or a disaster.

Bethibu was unshirkable to help his superiors with clichés.

The secret that could keep Michael's big mouth was enough to make Bezebu feel novel and nervous. At the same time, he also vaguely believed in his position in Michael's heart. If other companions could not get such a secret, he might not be able to do it.

A few days later, Bethibu, who paid a great price to get the "truth", became muddy.

Michael said hesitantly: "Don't say it out, although... you won't have an angel letter if you say it out."

Beizeb took ten deep breaths, relaxed three times, and still felt like stars appeared in his eyes. The violent ups and downs in his chest made Michael frightened and couldn't help but comfort him: "Are you okay? I know this matter is very exciting to you, but you have to accept reality. If you think about it carefully, even His Highness Metatron has been pregnant, and it is normal for His Highness Lucifer to secretly give birth to Hania."

The gunpowder that reached the critical value was finally exploded by Michael.

Bezebu yelled at him with all his might: "Where is it?!"

He didn't believe it! How could His Highness Lucifer, whom he respected, do such a thing!

Michael, who was attacked by close-range sound waves, covered his ears and muttered, "You have never observed it yourself. Hania and His Highness Lucifer look so similar, but you all mistakenly think Hania is following the Messiah's appearance."

Beizeb's expression went from furious to blank.

Michael's kindness is an example.

"hair."

The golden color is different from the silver hair of the Messiah.

"Eye."

The dark blue color is also completely different from the light blue color of the Messiah.

"Five features."

Hania, the Messiah and His Highness Lucifer, were very similar, and there was no way to distinguish them, but Hania's eyebrows were very soft... and if the eyes were lighter, it would be very close to His Highness Lucifer's blue color. Bezeb thought carefully according to Michael's words, and for a moment Hania's eyebrows almost overlapped with His Highness Lucifer!

"wing."

Isn’t the twelve wings without the holy light a pure white color?

After Bethibu understood what he had ignored before, he could not accept this huge blow and fainted.

"Bang-" fell to the ground.

The adjutant of the Archangel Wisdom escaped the world.

Michael's chin was dislocated and he was shocked to see the angel on the ground that could not bear the blow.

Sure enough, no matter where and when, the charm of Seraph, he could not be forgotten. Even though Seraph had secretly hooked up with the Holy Son, before other problems arose, Bezebu was still willing to "deception" and admire him.

Today is different from the past. Hania is the child born by Lucifer, not the child of the Messiah. Naipanil also has a soul inheritance originating from Lucifer, so Bezebu's heart was smashed. It turned out that before the Messiah, there was a first-hand man!

Michael scratched his head and murmured, "Who is the other father of His Highness Hania? This is the key to the problem."

Unfortunately, this matter is destined to be unable to be asked by His Highness Lucifer.

He doesn't want to go to prison yet.

He picked up Bezebu on the ground and Michael walked towards his bedroom singing a song, seizing the opportunity to get close to the angel he liked. This is the knowledge he learned from the Messiah.

Putting it on the bed and holding Bezebu in his arms as a pillow, Michael began to take a comfortable nap. Bezebu was very uneasy in his sleep, feeling something heavy was pressed on his body, which made him almost breathless. The root of the wings on his back was pressed by a pair of big hands, and Min felt that the heat of his toes was curled up from the other party's palm.

Michael felt Bezebu's eyes from his initial repulsion to his gentleness, and opened his eyes in confusion, then rubbed Bezebu's back with his palms. After hearing a snorkeling that was thinner than a cat, he fell back and went to sleep.

The price was a pair of panda eyes that night.

After beating Michael, Bezebu was panicked and put on his clothes and ran away. In the eyes of the angel who was vigilant, it was more like Bezebu slept with Michael to bed, and he escaped after sleeping!

The Wisdom Angel looked into the hall with sympathy, and when Michael walked out with his waist, his sympathetic eyes became stronger.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Bezebu is gone."

"Ah, just go, hiss-he's really heavy."

Michael's eyelids were a little swollen. When the light was not particularly bright, it seemed like he was crying. Angel of Wisdom watched him return to the bedroom to rest, holding his heart that was jumping straight, God, His Highness Bezebu's combat power is too strong!

Witnessing such a private thing, Angel Wisdom vowed that nothing would come from his mouth tonight.

Hold on to the unswerving love of the two Your Highnesses!

When he went to work during the day, Michael's listless appearance made Lucifer look at him, "Michael, did you not sleep well last night?"

Michael said heavily: "I've slept so well."
Chapter completed!