What's wrong with the God of Creation?

Far away in Xingtian's dean's office area, in front of the huge desk, the boy with silver hair and golden pupils sat upright.

Sariel, who was on the side, was sitting on the opposite side of him, looking at the words on the page without flipping for a long time.

There was a sneer in the silent air.

"You seem nervous."

The young man's crisp voice suddenly sounded, clearly full of youthfulness, but his tone was unexpectedly low, even carrying a heavy oppression that did not belong to his age.

When Sariye was mentioned in this way, the hand holding the spine of the book paused, bluish and white marks were printed on the fingertips, and even the joints became stiff.

"Why should I be nervous? Do you know all the characters I taught you today?"

The boy looked up: "Of course it's because I heard what you were thinking in your heart yesterday, which made you feel scared."

He spoke easily and frankly.It looked more like asking about today's weather than threatening people.

Sariel's pages were clenched even tighter, and she was still pretending to be calm on the face.

"Yesterday was just your own imagination, and what you heard was not my heart. If you really have hallucinations, I advise you to ask His Royal Highness Mehta to check for you. After all, angels who were born unable to read and write are the only ones in the entire Nine Heavens. You alone, who knows if there are other problems on your body."

Sariel said a long list at once, with a gun and a stick.

The young man just slightly bent his lips, and his clear golden pupils looked straight into the angel's eyes: "Sariel, you talk a lot."

The angel froze.

The corners of the little god's lips curled up even more, and he raised his haughty jaw and said, "Since I entered the door, you have been guarding against me, right?"

As he spoke, his eyes skipped over the fingertips of Sariye's grip on the spine of the book, and then fixed on the sweat dripping from his forehead.

"You've been controlling yourself, don't make messy inner voices, for fear that I'll hear you. But just now, you were thinking, I must have failed to prove myself in front of Lucifer, otherwise Lucifer would definitely come Ask about your sins, and I won't send me back to you again."

The young man chuckled: "As long as you don't admit it, I will have nothing to do with you. Is that what you thought just now, Sariel?"

Sariel clenched her fists tightly, and squeezed out a sentence from the tip of her teeth: "You guessed this! You don't have any evidence at all!"

Unexpectedly, the young man who was supposed to refute suddenly frowned and nodded briskly: "Yes, I guessed it. But I guessed it right, and you believed it too. Don't you?"

Only then did Sariel realize that he had been fooled.

His face was flushed with anger, and the feathers on his wings trembled uncontrollably because of the shaking of his body.

Unexpectedly, the young man who was sitting on the opposite side just now turned into a ball of golden mist and fell in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Want to know what I said to Lucifer, Sariel?"

The young man's voice rang in his ears, clear and pleasant, but like a poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden, every word he uttered was deeply poisonous.

"I said, although I can't control the ability to listen to my heart for the time being, one day I will be able to control it. And at that time, it will be the time for me to prove myself. It is also time for your hypocritical mask to be exposed. It is here At that time, I will not be the one who refuses to admit that I can escape, my respected teacher Sariye."

The entire angel of Sariel was dumbfounded.

The young man in front of him was obviously not as simple and harmless as he appeared on the surface, and he was not the "simple", "fragile" and "not very good-minded" that Lucifer usually described.

On the contrary, this angel is too smart.He can easily see through the thoughts of others, and even listen to the voices of others.And this ability was born with him.

Thinking of this, Sariel's face turned pale.

However, the seemingly harmless boy reminded him in a low voice: "Are you afraid? Then you have to be afraid for a while. Because, I don't know when I will hear your voice again, and I don't know When will I be able to prove myself in front of Lucifer."

After the little god triumphantly threatened, he turned back to the opposite side in an instant.The sitting posture is still straight and elegant, and the movements of turning the pages of the book are not in a hurry.

"I think you're teaching too slowly. I've already read this book. It's very simple. You should teach me how to make characters, instead of taking me to spell them letter by letter."

Sariel was so angry that he almost flipped the book over, and said through gritted teeth, "I'm really sorry, the college has never had an angel like you, born illiterate, I have no experience."

The young God was not annoyed when he was beaten back.Instead, he raised his head, winked slyly at the person, and then took out the book and looked at it silently.

It's so well-behaved that it doesn't look like him.

Sariye punched the soft cotton, feeling aggrieved and anxious.I always feel that some earth-shattering conspiracy is brewing in the heart of this newborn angel in front of me.Now he is obedient and clever, and he doesn't know how much bad water is rattling in his stomach.

Fortunately, an angel came in at the door to announce and rescued him in time.

"His Royal Highness, Samuel came to see you and asked what time you have."

Hearing the name "Samuel", Sariye's brows flashed with impatience for a moment.Seeing the boy on the other side looking at him, he suppressed the trace of impatience again, and instead smiled gently.

"Okay, I'll go and have a look." After he finished speaking, he looked back at the boy with silver hair and golden eyes: "You read the book by yourself first, and I'll be back soon."

The little god gave an "um" without looking up, extremely perfunctory.

When Sariel and the gatekeeper went out together, the sound of footsteps went away, and the little god slowly closed the pages of the book.In the next second, it turned into a ball of golden mist and disappeared from the seat.

The little god turned into a cloud of golden mist, and hung swaggeringly on the branch of the ginkgo tree.Anyway, the holy light descending from the Nine Layers almost covered the entire heaven, and no one would care about that little bit of too thick golden color in the sky.

And Sariel stood under a huge tree with a two-winged angel.

The golden mist transformed, and in the next second, the boy with silver hair and golden eyes sat leisurely on the tall tree trunk.

The conversation between the two rang clearly in my ears.

"I just wanted to bring you some fresh feta cheese..."

"Samuel, there is a lot of goat cheese in heaven and earth. There are also a lot of students in the entire Angel Academy."

"But Teacher Sally, you are my only..."

The silver-haired little god leaned against the tree trunk, stretching out his crumpled clothes out of boredom.From the looks of it, it's just another emotional drama of Luohua's deliberate flow and ruthlessness, which is not interesting.

However, in the next second, surprise flashed across His golden eyes.

Because, he saw... the two people who were still alienated and rejected at his feet just now had already begun to take the next step.

"I know, teacher, that you miss His Highness the Holy Archangel in your heart, and the whole heaven knows that you miss His Highness. However, after so many years, His Highness has never given you any response except for etiquette and official matters."

The little angel with wings said, and pushed forward, pushing Sariel onto the tree.

"You have become the laughing stock of the whole heaven. Is it worth it? Do you think it is worth it?"

Sariel pushed him away fiercely, and her voice became much colder: "Whether it's worth it or not, what does it have to do with you? You don't need to judge."

Unexpectedly, the two-winged angel leaned over again and pressed hard against Sariel's legs.The movements were obviously rough, but the movements of stroking his cheeks were exceptionally gentle.

"Teacher, can His Highness the Holy Archangel give you these?"

"Would the holy archangel be so gentle to you? Your Highness has been the flower of Gaoling for tens of thousands of years. How many angels flock to His Highness, can you really get what you want?"

"To His Highness the Holy Archangel, you are just one of thousands of admirers. But to me, among the thousands of angels, I can only see you."

"Teacher, Your Highness the Holy Archangel, he is the dawn star, the light of heaven far away in the sky, but you are my only light in heaven."

The angel was full of love, and dropped down a sentence of sincere words.Not to mention Sariel, even God sitting on a tree watching a play couldn't help but want to applaud him.

Sure enough, Sariel, who was stunned by this passionate pursuit, slowly lowered his rejecting hand.

"Teacher...?" Samuel lifted Sariel's chin, and lightly touched the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, "Don't cry..."

Sariel blinked, brushed the tears dripping from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and said in a nasal voice, "I'm not crying, I'm just... a little tired. Samuel, please let me go back."

Sariel said "let me go back", but Samuel didn't seem to want to let go just like that.

The angel tiptoed, taking advantage of Sariel's inattention, and piously kissed his forehead.

The little god sitting on the tree didn't know what was going on between the two of them, but with such a long distance, he could even feel how much this angel named "Samuel" cherished Sariel.

And Sariel seemed to feel it too, but his face was so tired that he closed his eyes.Such an intimate action, if there is no rejection, becomes a tacit consent.

Sure enough, Samuel's lips moved down slowly along the center of his brows, moved to the corners of his eyes, touched his eyelashes lightly, and then touched the tip of his nose.

"Teacher, please... even if you close your eyes and treat me as your highness. As long as you want me, I can do whatever you want..."

Sariel's eyelashes trembled, and she tilted her cheek slightly.He remained silent and did not give him any response.

As if encouraged, Samuel approached tentatively and touched his lips lightly.

From touching to caressing, then gently holding Han, and then to the final entanglement and panting.

The little god with clear ears and clear eyes, sat on the tree and watched the whole process clearly.

The originally white and transparent face suddenly turned red.

He covered his eyes and stumbled to his feet, almost falling off the tree.

In the next second, it turned back into a ball of golden mist, and drifted back to the crystal sky unsteadily all the way.

Lucifer was originally busy with the affairs of Crystal Sky, half lying on the bench to bask in the sun.He half-closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

The angel opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, and saw that the child standing in front of him still hadn't recovered, and asked in a daze, "Yahweh...? Are you not in the starry sky? Why come back at this time...why do you have such a face?" Red? Sick?"

Unexpectedly, the kid with a flushed face didn't explain a word, instead a piece of polished crystal was stuffed into his arms, and then fled away like flying.

Holding the crystal in his hand, Lucifer murmured softly: "What kind of monster are you again? You must have caused some trouble again."

As a result, I only glanced at the crystal stone, but I couldn't hold it in my hand, and threw it to the ground with a "slap".

In the soft grass, on the crystal screen that was broken into two petals, there was still a picture of Sariel kissing passionately with a winged angel.

The sound of blushing and heartbeat is continuously coming from the crystal stone.

Lucifer:  …

then……

In the huge cypress manor, there was a desperate scream.

"Yawei!!!"

Shameless little angel boy!

What the hell are they showing him!