Son of the Morning Star

Michael was presiding over the celebration banquet when suddenly a light flashed in his eyes.

"Ah, turn off the lights! My eyes are going to go blind!" Michael wailed.

Then Michael tried to adapt to the light, and finally saw the things in front of him---

"Your Highness! You're finally here! I thought you wouldn't be here..." Michael threw himself on Lucifer and cried indistinctly, completely oblivious to the fact that Lucifer was getting more and more Dark complexion.

"Michael..."

"Huh?" Michael finally raised his head, and Lucifer's sneer came into view.

Looking at the tears and snot wiped by Michael on his clothes, Lucifer felt that the whole angel was not well.

"Ah, help! Your Highness is about to lose his temper!" Michael shrank into a corner in horror.

"Lu Xi, control your emotions." A slightly helpless voice sounded.

Michael turned his head, and a large ball of holy light made him squint his eyes unconsciously, with a dull expression: "My God?! When did you come?!"

Haven't you found me all this time? !

God felt that his sense of existence was reduced again.

"Lu Xi, you don't need to control your emotions today, Michael will do as you please, I have no objection."

Michael ran away with his head in his arms, and rushed directly to Gabriel, hiding behind her with only his head exposed: "My God, have you been led by His Highness?! How can you beat an angel at every turn!"

All the angels present: "..."

Hehe, Michael, your ability to kill has improved significantly.

Gabriel calmly picked Michael out and threw him to Samuel, who then threw him in front of Lucifer.

Lucifer silently tidied up his clothes with cleaning magic, and looked at Michael who tried to minimize his sense of existence: "Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Michael smiled stiffly:

Nonsense! You beat me every time!

"30 days." Lucifer gestured to him with three fingers.

"what?"

"Your 30-day vacation is gone." Lucifer smiled innocently.

Michael's persistent sluggishness: Wait, what did he hear?

"Your Highness! Don't! My vacation!" Michael burst into tears, but he didn't dare to hug Lucifer's thigh anymore, so he could only plant mushrooms in the corner silently.

The Lord laughed secretly: Lucy's ability to punish people is getting stronger and stronger.

Without Michael making trouble, the celebration banquet went smoothly---

If you ignore the angels who keep pouring wine into Lucifer.

Looking at the long line of angels, Lucifer suddenly worried whether he would be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Lucifer felt that the cause of his death was probably from being drunk too much.

However, Lucifer couldn't refuse these enthusiastic angels at all, so he was forced to drink one glass after another, and by the way, with a look, he repelled Michael who wanted to come over with a glass of wine.

Yahweh looked helplessly at Lucifer's state becoming more and more abnormal.

If Lucy is allowed to drink like this...will there be a scandal about Archangel Seraph tomorrow?

Yahweh finally couldn't stand it anymore and took Lucifer, who had entered the drunken mode, back to the palace.

The angel present looked up at the sky, restraining himself from looking at God's standard princess hug.

At this time, Michael turned on the death mode again: "Eh? My God, are you going to take His Highness away? But His Highness doesn't like others to hug him? Why---uh..."

Samuel directly covered Michael's mouth, and calmly dragged the red hair away.

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818 That Little Killer Michael