Knowing that Lucifer had done the feat of tearing up the book of creation/the world, Lucifer wanted to say that it was tearing up well.

He had long wanted to tear up the broken book that recorded the "Demon Spirit Book"!

"God must be white!" Lucifer irritatedly smashed a book on the table, spread out the paper, and planned to calculate the magic to purify the soul by himself. Lucifer was captured by him as a helper and said calmly without complaint: "There is no way, God cannot stand the black. Even if you know that Hania's heart is pure white, in God's eyes, he is still black."

Lucifer pursed his lips and said that God has such a temper, and that he himself is like this. If Hania hadn't been his biological child, he would never have accepted a dark creature.

Lucifer helped him organize the information on the table and sat beside him, "You should be glad that God did not find you and me in the Holy See from Haniah."

Lucifer said powerlessly: "My God only needs to speak, not to do anything when deleting memories."

God can erase Hania's purpose in just one word. Such a spiritual power far exceeds the realm of magic.

Looking at the angel reading the magic scroll under the light, Lucifer sat in a chair, casually playing with the quill in his hand, and his brain began to turn. He knew that Lucifer could not find a way, just like himself. Because the darkness on Hania's body could only be solved by a higher power of light, Lucifer was at most of the same class as him. If he wanted to purify Hania, he had to let God take action.

But in this way, God's promises are useless, and Hania can only be placed in the position of wise angels.

After Lucifer was busy until the second half of the night, Lucifer said, "Let's change your thinking. Since you can't drive away the power of darkness, then suppress the power of darkness and allow Hania to go to heaven in the form of white wings."

Lucifer's pen-written action was paused, "This method..."

"You have to believe that we join forces and stop God for a while." Lucifer bent his finger and knocked on the table, showing his cunning side in front of his lover. "The best time is when Hania's death, we block God's sight, and then suppress the darkness and turn Hania's white wings into white wings. It's really not possible... It should be fine to change the wings temporarily."

The more Lucifer listened, his eyes brighter. Yes, the spirit of the word set the result, but God did not say in detail that it was an angel, but said the twelve white wings! At worst, he could paint the black feathers white!

One night, Lucifer once again ruined Lucifer, who had a simple way of thinking.

Lucifer felt that the door to a new world was opened.

The magic of the disguise is simpler than the magic of the dark. It is easy to improve it in a few years with Lucifer's ability. Lucifer is still adding bricks and tiles to him. Although they spend the night in each other's palaces very few times, they have more precipitation in their relationship. Lucifer no longer cares about many things, and basically everything they can say to Lucifer.

Apart from--

"I don't have any good feelings for that demon, so don't worry, just find an opportunity to destroy him."

"Um……"

Lucifer's heart was stabbed again.

Take the murder of your lover so naturally, you are so cruel, Lucifer!

In the palace of Seraph, Lucifer is no longer the frequent visits. Metatron's visits increased in a straight line in order to get a vacation to the mortal world. Unfortunately, Lucifer generally only agrees once three times in this regard, without any reason for the sake of Hania and Nebownier, allowing Metatron to enjoy privileged treatment.

Michael couldn't help but complain: "Your Highness, did Metatron offend you?"

"Why do you think so?" Lucifer raised his eyebrows and looked at him with the expression of "How come you think I am narrow-minded". "I can't even go to the mortal world easily. As the chief of the Wisdom, Meta should abide by the rules of heaven like me."

Michael: “…”

Why is the Messiah running so happily in the mortal world?

Lucifer knew about his slander and said naturally: "He is my lover, and it is normal for me to open the back door for him. If something goes wrong, I will bear it for him."

Michael's words were sweet and bloody. Once upon a time, the impartial and selfless Archangel would speak like this!

Is love so effective?

Michael poked the draft paper with the tip of the quill pen, thinking about Bezebu's sleeping obediently in his arms, and his hands were not bad. Suddenly, Michael's forehead hurt and was hit by a waste paper. He looked up and saw Lucifer's insightful eyes, and said with a chilling voice to the party: "Don't show that stupid smile, my dear adjutant."

"Your Highness is talking nonsense!" Michael was so stupid that he didn't beat the table!

Lucifer said thoughtfully: "Is spring here? You are distracted at any time during this period. Could it be that Bezebu agreed?"

Michael's face turned red, "Cai, not."

When Lucifer heard this, he felt relieved and focused on working, "Oh, I haven't caught up yet."

Michael felt kind, how could His Highness speak so bluntly! Shouldn’t emotional affairs be very shy and shy? His Highness Lucifer was completely ruined by the Messiah!

After the silence, Michael asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, when will Haniya go to heaven?" Lucifer was in a stable mood, and was dealing with things in a mess, giving a rough estimate of the time: "The shortest one hundred years, the longest three hundred years depends on how long Haniya is willing to persist for Naipanil."

The erosion speed of the power of faith is enough to reduce the life span of a thousand years to less than one-third.

You should know that the Messiah never lived even at the age of fifty.

Michael laughed when he thought of the historical achievements achieved by the Messiah. Even if he died early, as long as he did something powerful enough, his reputation could still be spread in the mortal world for countless years. Under the table, Michael raised his feet and slapped his feet and suddenly took it back, "Ah, Your Highness... His Highness Metatron is here again."

The boss and subordinates looked at each other, and they were helpless in their eyes. Metatron's concern for the child was beyond imagination.

After successfully obtaining the application for the lower realm, Metatron disappeared in the administrative palace and couldn't wait to see Naipanil. He opened his golden wings and flew to the mortal world from the entrance and exit of heaven. The guards of the angel were confused. Recently, why did this nobleman who did not go out often? He would come back every time he went there.

Metatron passed through the white clouds, and his wings flew into a stream of light. The scene of the earth in the mortal world spread out like a painting in his eyes, but his eyes ignored the sights that attracted the eye, and were looking at the Holy See in the middle of the mainland.

As soon as he arrived at the Holy See, Metatron heard his son cheering, "Father Meta!"

Naipanil rushed over like a sharp arrow, accurately planted into his arms, and said greasier than the candy with the highest sugar content: "I miss you so much, Meta's father hugs me." Without saying a word, Metatron hugged him with warmth. Naipanil smiled happier, and could feel the blood in close contact/resonance, conveying Maimai family affection from his father to his heart.

Then Metatron let go of his hand and looked at Naipanil, smiling and said, "Let me see if Naipanil has grown up."

A series of magic checks continued, showing weight, height, and various physical conditions. Seeing that his son's growth was stagnant, a trace of strangeness flashed across his heart, and he said a few words to his son without any change on his face.

After spending a day coaxing Naipanil to fall asleep, he went to find Haniya, who had been with his son for the past few years.

The little son of the Holy Sees the scenery on the stairs of the main hall. The blonde hair and the jewel chains are woven together, like gorgeous silk decorations. When he smells the fragrance of flowers, he turns to look at Metatron, as if he knows that the other party will come to him as soon as he coaxes Naipanil.

Outside, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the air is fresh, and the barrier protected by God shines from the sky into the earth, forming eternal light for the main hall.

Metatron stopped at the stairs behind him, "Haniya, Nair's body stopped growing."

"I also discovered this, but I didn't see the disadvantages at the moment. It seems to be different from the lifespan of humans." Haniya thought of the child's appearance over the years, and slowly told her own problems. "My physical development was also slow, and there was a certain gap with human children of the same age. My father told me not to worry, and he will still grow up when he should grow up. I don't know much about the specific reason."

Metatron read a lot of books and knew that humans were new races, and many things were uncertain about them. He rarely had the idea of ​​research, so he asked Haniya and asked, "Haniya, can you give me some blood?"

Haniya hesitated for a moment, "Okay."

Metatron doesn't want much blood, but it still puts some burden on Hania.

"Um--" Haniya felt the urge to thirst and blood, and immediately made an excuse to be dizzy and wanted to return to the bedroom immediately. Metatron wanted to help him over, but Haniya politely declined, "I'm sorry that I can't entertain you at night, I'll just go back alone."

Haniya walked away in a hurry.

Metatron felt a little uncomfortable and felt that he had done something annoying.

"Bang—" Pushing open Yarman's bedroom, the carefree young man of the dragon tribe said angrily: "Whoever comes in won't knock on the door!" As soon as Yarman saw who it was, he was hugged from behind by the little boy raised by his own family, and his sharp teeth pierced his neck. Yarman uttered, "Haniya, give me a little light!" Haniya obeyed his lightness and sucked/sucked blood wholeheartedly.

"Thank you, Uncle Yarman."

After sucking the dragon blood, Hanya's complexion improved much, and her face was covered with a healthy rosy look.

But his words were not responded.

Haniya walked forward in confusion and saw Yarman with a rippling face. The other party's feet were floating, and he said in a daze: "It's so good..."
Chapter completed!