ghost world

The holy white light trembled like the waves of a lake, gradually thinning out.

There was a hint of coldness in Mamen's pupils, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Are you leaving?"

Metatron lowered his eyes and said, "The Tenth Realm is at stake."

Mamen said: "It's just what I want." The Tenth Realm has always been a knot in the heart of the Nine Realms.

Metatron remained silent, letting his figure become more and more transparent with the light.

Mammon tucked her hands in her trouser pockets, her expression normal.

"I understand what His Highness the Demon King of Mammon means." Metatron raised his neck and spread his wings...

"You don't understand." Mammon said flatly.

Metatron's eyes slowly leveled, looking at him silently.

"If it's you who went," Mamen paused, her jet-black eyes faintly glowing with starlight, she smiled half-smile, "I agree."

"Don't ask Lucifer?"

The starlight in Mamen's eyes froze, "I promise, I will be responsible."

Metatron pondered, slowly retracting the wings behind him.

Mammon's eyes were soft, "I haven't had breakfast yet."

Metatron raised his eyes upon hearing this.

"Can you have breakfast with me?" He stretched out his right hand from his trouser pocket, making a gesture of invitation.

On the open palms, thin sweat was wet.

Metatron glanced over his palm inadvertently, smiled and said, "Okay."

Mammon smiled deeper.

Shi Feixia stood beside him, looked at him, then looked at Metatron, and said to himself: "Obviously I can't see the other's face, why do I still think the picture is extraordinarily harmonious and beautiful?" Is this the legendary atmosphere? field?

"Because you need harmony." Isfiel carried him and flew to the [-]th floor.

After all, Metatron didn't finish breakfast with Mammon—before the plate was served, the brilliance that belonged to Metatron disappeared before Mammon's eyes.

Still, Mammon ran out of breakfast.

Alone, quietly.

The floor that claims to be the closest to heaven is as lonely as ever.

Metatron stood by the pool with his eyes closed, praying.Fingers crossed, with a pious and solemn expression.

The light golden hair is like the mist of the morning sun, hazy and soft.

A vast sacred light surrounds his head from top to bottom.

Metatron opened his eyes.

"Is this your decision? My child." The clear voice seemed to have the power to cleanse everything, calming his turbulent heart little by little.

"I want to try." Metatron looked down at the calm water.His heart could not achieve such peace.

"The confinement of the body is meaningless. You should find your own answer." The voice was extremely gentle, "There is no shame in facing your heart bravely."

Metatron looked up, and there was an endless sea of ​​stars, the road to heaven.He said without any surprise, "As expected, you know."

"I'll wait for you here. My child."

The halo on Metatron's head circled around him like a chain, and flew back to the sea of ​​stars.

"Thank you, Father." Metatron slowly knelt down.The three pairs of wings spread wildly, and pure white light like countless tiny snowflakes fluttered around his thin body, and his delicate and smooth arms like jade were raised flat and stretched out towards the pool.

The golden ears of wheat flowed down from between his fingers, falling into the water one by one.Immediately, the pool water rippled, round after round, pushed away, and soon formed a circular vortex.

In the middle of the vortex, a golden passage leading to the bottom gradually appeared.

Metatron stood up, his bare feet dipped lightly across the clear water, and stood by the passage.

The wind blew up from the passage and lifted the hem of his robe.

He stretched out his hands to stroke the invisible wind, then bent down and jumped down!

When a brilliant but non-glare white light suddenly lit up outside, Feixia Shi had just finished swimming, was wrapping his lower body in a towel, and was going to the bathroom to take a shower with his legs limp.

"Isfiel! Look, the Bodhisattva is manifesting!" He exaggeratedly covered his lower body, clamped his legs, and roared to death.

Isfiel swept the white light lightly, "Bodhisattva?"

"Uh, I'm sorry, I was so excited that I forgot the setting of the Nine Realms." Shi Feixia coughed dryly, and shouted again with the enthusiasm just now: "Look, Shenweifu's private visit!"

"Very energetic." Isfiel's eyes, which had always been frozen for thousands of miles, flashed a scorching heat.

Shi Feixia suddenly realized something, and immediately made a weak willow supporting the wind, "Oh, I'm so tired."

"You sleep, I'll do it." Isfiel picked him up by the waist, and disappeared through the door in the blink of an eye.

The holy light is still there.

Mammon was leaning against the huge round marble column in the lobby, with a golden pocket watch in her hand, her face tensed.

It has been 15 minutes, 36 seconds, 37 seconds since this light came down...

But the light is still light, and there is still nothing in the light.

Seeing her weight shift to the other leg, Mammon caressed her thumb up and down the surface unconsciously.

Layton and Kim poked their heads out from the second floor.

Layton whispered: "When was this light installed? On which floor? Where did the wires come from?"

Jin rolled his eyes, "Can't you feel a sacred aura in this light?"

"A lamp with additional functions?" Layton's eyes lit up.Whenever he encounters a problem of connecting with technology, the blood in his body will boil involuntarily.

Jin looked at him speechlessly, "You must have never seen an angel."

"Who said that!" Layton retorted, "A lot of angels came to Noah's Ark for dinner last time. Have you forgotten?"

"I mean advanced."

Layton thought hard, then suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Yes!"

Jin squinted at him.

"I've met Lord Raphael!" Layton held his face happily.

"Oh?"

"A long time ago, Master Raphael came to the dwarf world. That style, that brilliance..."

Jin raised his eyebrows. "Have you actually seen it?"

"Well, even though I was still a baby..." Layton still felt very happy.

gold:"……"

Mammon walked towards the light.

For the first time, he knew that his patience was not as good as he imagined.

White light has no temperature or touch.

But when he was bathed in the light, he could clearly feel that his restless heart was gradually being soothed.

The light is getting brighter...

Mammon felt an invisible pressure getting closer and stronger.

He raised his head.

A figure fell like a thunderbolt!

Mammon stretched out her hand subconsciously, but the figure slid to the side the moment it was about to touch.

The white light faded, but the figure didn't disappear—it wasn't a illusory clone, but a real body.

Metatron's appearance is so beautiful that it is difficult to distinguish between men and women, but his height and bearing make it difficult to classify him as a woman.

"His Royal Highness the Demon King of Mammon." His voice was as clear and melodious as spring water hitting a rock.

Mammon stared at him.

The pocket watch in his hand has long been out of shape, with a piece dented in the middle.

"As you wish." Metatron smiled gently.

Mammon slowly and slowly let out the suffocation that had been pent up all morning.

……

Bet won.

Back in the meeting room, only he and Metatron participated in the meeting.

Mammon is in a good mood.

"Actually, the Tenth Realm is not a region out of the control of the gods, as rumored by the outside world." Metatron pretended not to see the fiery gaze that he passed from time to time since he sat down, and said indifferently, "It even It should not be called the tenth realm, but the second realm."

Mamen collected her mind and repeated: "The second realm?"

"There used to be an existence similar to heaven." Metatron's light blue pupils revealed a touch of sadness.

Metatron is the oldest angel in heaven, and he knows much more than the later angels.

An inexplicable jealousy arose in Mamen's heart.As for the memories in Metatron's mind that he didn't have time to participate in, but was filled with other figures.

"What does God want us to do?" Mammon skipped over that long memory.

In fact, he has no interest in what the tenth world is.Even if there are a lot of treasures there, he doesn't have enough manpower and energy to mine them now.Since Lucifer decided to extend the insurance coverage to the tauren, goat, and demon people, the lower races who mainly sell labor, he had to take their safety into consideration when making decisions.

"Look." Metatron's answer was concise and vague.

Mammon didn't feel any displeasure, "Travel?" He remembered the trip to Hell by Shi Feixia and Isfiel.If so, then he might re-evaluate the one in heaven.

"Traveling with missions." Metatron turned his head and thought for a while, "Business trip?"

His head is tilted to one side.The light of the meeting room just fell on the white, slender, gracefully curved neck, making Mamen, who was looking at him intently, darken his eyes.