[Quick Transmigration] Boyfriend system

"Gabriel sees God the Father."

In the most sacred temple of the true god in the heaven, the silver-haired angel with a good face kneels devoutly on one knee.The angel's exquisite and gorgeous floor-length robe spread slowly like a white peony on the dark temple ground, and the soft and slightly curving long silver hair slid down the side of his face as the angel lowered his head, which complemented his already graceful beauty. The face is as moving as the moonlight.

"Get up." The god's elegant and gorgeous voice rang in the angel's ears coldly, majestic and unpredictable, and no emotion could be heard.

"Thank you Father God." The silver-haired angel replied calmly, but the slender fingers hidden in the sleeves were subconsciously digging at the palms, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Feeling Father God's cold gaze slowly falling on him, the silver-haired archangel tried his best to maintain a calm appearance, but the inside had already become a mess, and various thoughts were chaotically twisted in his heart, which made him a little at a loss——

"Father God summoned you too hastily, and I haven't had time to dress up, what should I do..."

"No, hurry up and purify your mind, it will be bad if you are heard by Father God..."

"...What are you still thinking about, hurry up and purify..."

"...No, I'm too nervous! It can't be purified! Gabriel, you have something to do, okay..."

The gods on the throne were still pretending to sit upright without saying a word, but the corners of their mouths could not bear to raise a slight arc, looking at the cranky angel under the seat with interest.

Canjin's eyes narrowed slightly, and the god couldn't help but secretly sighed. Sure enough, putting him by his side was the most correct choice.

Let the little guy only pretend to be himself in his heart, that's what he wants to see the most, isn't it...

God fell into deep thought because he suddenly discovered his true thoughts, and the temple fell into silence for a moment.It wasn't until the Archangel under the seat finally woke up from his messy thoughts, and was so nervous that he was about to break out in a cold sweat, that he heard a light voice calling from the high seat of the temple: "Come here."

"Father, Father...God?" The angel looked at a loss, blinked his eyes several times, and then raised his head slightly in astonishment, looking up at the supreme true God on the throne, "You, are you letting me go there?"

Why are you so stupid... Yahweh squinted his golden eyes and looked at the angel standing there in a daze below, and suddenly felt that in front of such a dumb angel, his pretentiousness just now was completely unnecessary.

Immediately relaxed his body and leaned lazily on the god seat, the god's voice was filled with a smile because of joy: "Well, come here."

"Uh, yes... yes!"

Feeling the emotions in the little angel's heart can be called more surprise than joy, the true god is really helpless in his heart.But when he saw that the little angel finally stretched out the six white wings obediently and flew towards him with a slight vibration, he still hooked the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

As soon as the silver-haired angel flew onto the high platform of the god seat, he immediately retracted his wings, knelt down at the feet of the god with a crisp plop, and bowed his head respectfully, "Father God."

The voice was flat and flat, without any ups and downs, and even the mood that had been a mess just now was violently purified into pure white on the knees.

Obviously it was a common method used by the archangels to show their awe when they met God in the past, but God suddenly felt a little annoyed.

The slender and perfect fingers gently lifted the angel's smooth and graceful chin. The god leaned slightly, and the elegant and gorgeous cello-like voice sounded slowly against the angel's ear: "Are you afraid of me?"

The angel did not dare to look directly at Father God's face with long eyelashes hanging down, and remained silent.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the golden eyes of the god, and when he slowly let go of his fingers, he suddenly found that the angel's tender white cheeks had turned red at some point, and his white teeth were biting his lower lip tightly, even The mind that had been purified to be as calm as water has ripples.

The god's soft laugh came into his ears, causing the silver-haired angel's face to become redder, and the moon-white watery eyes filled with a deep look of frustration. When he closed his eyes and became cruel, he actually put his head on the lap of the Father God .Feeling that Father God didn't seem to reject his actions, the angel's stiff body dared to relax slowly, and knelt down on Father God's lap, trembling eyelashes, feeling Father God caressing his long hair touch.

He was originally one of the first few angels created by God, and every detail of his body was carved by God himself.The angel's admiration and reverence for God the Father had already been deeply rooted in his bone marrow, and he couldn't let go of it. How could he not respond, and he was just ashamed to show his emotions in front of God.

Inside the temple, a warm and quiet atmosphere flows quietly. The pure and warm light power of the true god gently surrounds the two of them. Time seems to slow down at this moment, and they only want to stay in the picture at this moment.

Just when the angel lying on his knees was already a little drowsy, the finger of the real god caressing him suddenly paused, and the golden eyes became extremely light in an instant, and then changed into a thick and a little too bright gold.The god frowned slightly, and quickly closed his eyes.

In a daze, he felt that something was wrong with the Father God, the silver-haired angel still didn't dare to go beyond, but he took the initiative to leave the Father God's knee with some reluctance, knelt back to the spot and whispered: "Father God?"

"En." God opened his eyes again, and the color of his eyes had returned to the normal golden color.

The index finger of his right hand subconsciously rubbed the ring of light on his left thumb. After thinking for a moment, the True God said lightly, "You are going to the Garden of Eden during this time. The cherub who is in charge of guarding has been a little slack lately."

The silver-haired angel was taken aback for a moment, then quickly saluted and replied: "Yes."

"Good boy," the god whispered, "Go now."

"Yes, Father God. Then Gabriel is leaving."

When the slender figure of the silver-haired angel slowly disappeared at the entrance of the temple, the body of the True God, which had been tense since just now, finally relaxed slowly, leaning on the throne, and murmured to himself slightly dissatisfied: "The movement is so fast..."

There is no such clear boundary between light and dark.I just don't know, who will the little guy choose?But no matter which one the little guy chooses, it can only belong to him in the end.

The deity hooked the corners of his lips with some anticipation, and the strange color in his eyes made him frown slightly again after he finally regained his composure.

"Tsk, it's really..."

Garden of Eden.

"Azazel, Azazel!" The familiar call came from the grass behind him, making the commander of the guardian angel with amber-like clear eyes froze, and stood there for a few seconds, hesitating. In the end, he decided to pretend that he didn't hear the scream behind him, which could be regarded as a roar, and started to slip out of the garden with his long legs.

It's a pity that someone behind the bushes didn't intend to let him go at all. He just jumped out and ran a few steps to stop him, and patted him on the shoulder carelessly: "Hey, you bastard, didn't you hear me calling you?"

"Good day, Master Shengzi." The commander replied calmly without blinking his eyes, just saluted, "I heard that, but I just don't want to pay attention to you."

He answered such a sentence openly, but Yuan Yadan was so choked that he couldn't say a word. He just stretched out his fingers and pointed at him tremblingly: "You...you...disappointed me so much!"

"Oh." The tone was still very calm, and there was a trace of rejoicing after listening carefully, "I'm glad I let you down." After finishing speaking, regardless of Lord Shengzi who was stunned in place, he saluted directly and opened his mouth. The wings flew away.

flew away……

... So how did such a terrifying cold-blooded killer become the Archangel! ! !

Yuan Yadan: "(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻! System, such an unconventional Archangel, even if you kill me, I can't be good friends with him!"

The game system was obviously also trapped by such a difficult Archangel, and after a long silence, he said: "The possibility of Azazel falling into the sky is 90.00%, and the difficulty of the strategy is S. The host's skills are really not enough, so let's put it away for the time being." Let go of the progress here."

Although he was once again despised by the game system, Yuan Yadan said, we have a thick skin and can despise him casually, as long as we don't let him face Azazel's hard, stinky face again!

"Ding! The target of this stage: Seraphim Gabriel."

"Ding! It is estimated that the raid target will arrive in 32 minutes."

After the routine mechanical notification sound, there is still a cold warning from the system: "Gabriel's difficulty in this game is E, which is a novice's strategy goal. Please also host the opportunity."

"What? The difficulty is only E?" Yuan Yadan waved his hand with a smile, and set up a huge flag, "It will be done in minutes!"