What's wrong with the God of Creation?

When he woke up the next morning, the boy lying beside him showed no signs of waking up.

Lucifer covered him with a thick blanket, and wrapped him in his wings and slept all night.At this moment, the boy seemed to be covered in thick feathers.Moreover, it seemed to have warmed up a lot, and his face began to turn rosy.

He moved the sour wings, and carefully got the boy off the wings.

The boy was suddenly put on the cold bed, his brows furrowed for a moment.

Then the eyeball moved, and a pair of golden pupils opened.

"Lucifer?" The young man showed doubts, then seemed to be thinking of something, he quickly moved to the side, and said nervously: "This time I didn't quietly sleep next to you."

Looking down and seeing his translucent bathrobe again, he froze in fright, grabbed the blanket and covered his body.

Amidst the embarrassment, there were noisy discussions outside the door.

"Why is His Royal Highness the Archangel missing? Where is His Highness the Archangel? Has anyone seen it?"

"Since we were on duty in the morning, we haven't heard the sound of His Highness going out."

"We were on duty at night and didn't hear His Highness go out."

Lucifer turned around and touched the young man's cheeks and palms first, to confirm that he was much warmer than last night, then he stood up and asked him: "Are you coming over for the prayer service this morning? Or do you want to sleep again?" a while?"

The young man looked up at the angel in a white nightgown, frowning slightly.

He squeezed the blanket tightly with his fingers, and after a long silence, he nodded hesitantly and said, "You can go there. Can you give me a piece of clothing to wear when going out?"

Lucifer let out an "um", and waved open the door carelessly.

Then he jumped out of bed and walked out: "Wait a minute, I have some newly made Seraph costumes in my room, ask someone to bring them for you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the boy to reply, he closed the door and hurried out.

I woke up early today, so I didn't rush the time.

After Lucifer put on the holy archangel gown, he still had time to visit the children next door.

As a result, when he reached the door, he heard the angel attendants say: "Your Highness doesn't allow us to go in and dress him, and I don't know if he is up now. Your Highness, please go in and have a look. If you delay for a while, the service will be late. "

Lucifer gave a helpless "tsk": "Go out and wait first, I will go down in a while. Tell Michael, it won't take much time."

The angel attendant bowed in response: "Yes, Your Highness."

Seeing that almost all the angels in the corridor had left, Lucifer pushed open the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the young man still curled up in the blanket, looking back and forth with the seraphim dress in his hand.

The bathrobe on his body has not been taken off, and the translucent sleeves cover his arms, and with the movement of his wrists, half of his white and tender arms are exposed.

"Why haven't you dressed yet? I'm going to be late." Lucifer closed the door and walked over to the boy.

The silver-haired boy looked at him with golden eyes.

He kept silent until the tips of his ears turned red, and then whispered: "The clothes are too complicated, why are there so many pieces... I don't know how to wear them."

The child complained in a low voice. He obviously couldn't take care of himself, but he said it very justifiably.

Lucifer snorted and laughed: "Then why don't you let the angel servants dress you? If you let them help you, you would have done it early in the morning."

Little God: "Why do they dress me, and I don't know them."

Lucifer was leaning against the door, looking at him with a half-smile: "Oh, you mean, it's not enough for them to serve you? Then you should be naked."

Little God: ...

Seeing that the boy didn't speak, Lucifer wanted to continue teasing him.He turned around and pulled the door, and was about to walk out.

"The time is almost up, I have to go. You can either stay naked in the room, or let the attendants help you put on your clothes and go to the crystal sky to find me."

The door was only opened halfway, and the boy pinched the sleeve with his phantom fingers halfway across the room.

"Lucifer." The young man's muffled voice came from behind, awkwardly: "Can you help me...I don't want another angel."

"That's why you want me to serve you?" Lucifer walked straight over, sat next to him and picked up his clothes: "Yesterday you slept on my wings all night, and today you still treat me as a servant Shi Zhao, why are you so powerful, huh? Yawei."

After speaking, he lifted the boy's clothes up with one hand, and the loose bathrobe was pulled off by him.

"What did you say to take care of you and teach you. Tsk, I'm going to sue God the Father for praying today, saying that He has found me a job as an old mother."

The angel murmured softly while helping the boy put on the rest of his clothes.

Once the large undershirt was covered over the man's head, it was simply and rudely put on.

From the underwear to the trousers, and then to the outerwear, it took almost no time to wear it hastily.

Finally, after dressing the child neatly, he tied the bow tie in front of him.

The movements of his hands are skilled and meticulous, and his mouth is fierce: "See how I wear it? Next time, I will wear it by myself, do you hear me?"

When he spoke, the breath he exhaled sprayed on the boy's neck.

The warm feeling made the little god blush.

He quietly turned his face to the other side, leaving only the red tip of the angel's ear on one side.

After finally getting all dressed up, he jumped out of the bed, put on his little boots and walked out.

"Got it, I've learned it."

The angel lazily followed behind him: "Oh, then don't look for me next time you can't put on your clothes."

The prayer service was the same as always.

It's just that after this time, Lucifer silently recited God's name several times, but he couldn't wait for God's response.

Thinking of what the Book of Creation said, "God went to Jerusalem and couldn't return to heaven for the time being", he didn't worry too much.

He asked someone to lead Yawei to the Angel Academy to find Sariye to learn writing, and he flew to the top of the Nine Heavens to continue measuring the size of the temple.

After two full days of measurement, Lucifer had already measured the approximate size of the temple, and the rest was to calculate the blueprint and the actual ratio.

Once the proportions were calculated, he was almost ready to start drawing the temple.

Lucifer looked at the temple under the setting sun, from the top tip to the ground under his feet, it would not be an exaggeration to say that this building is "tall".

Although the inside has been dismantled by the gods, from the outside, the holy light is still exposed from the topmost point, and every brick and tile is radiant.

As long as he thinks that the temple that he drew and built by himself will one day in the future stand tall like this palace and be bathed in the light of God, Lucifer can't hold back the excitement in his chest .

He rolled up the blueprint in his hand and flew down to the crystal sky.

The angel returned to his palace happily all the way, set up a stone table in the yard, and took a quill to draw on the drawings.

It happened that Yawei, who had gone out to study, was picked up by his attendants.

The young man was still wearing the pure white Seraph suit, when he saw Lucifer in the courtyard, he sat in front of him without thinking.

"Lucifer, what are you doing?" Little God asked.

"Measuring the size and details of the temple, and preparing to draw a new temple according to this."

The little god stretched his neck curiously and cast a small shadow on the drawing.

Lucifer raised his head and saw that the young man was seriously looking at the paper, he couldn't help pinching his face: "A kid who doesn't even know the words, still want to read the drawings? Do you understand?"

The little god sat back awkwardly: "Isn't it just a word, I will learn it soon."

When it came to writing, the young man changed the subject again, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Does that Sariel have any opinion on me? It's fine if you talk like gold, but you always lose your mind when teaching. I don't know what's going on. .”

Little God: "Did I offend him?"