What's wrong with the God of Creation?

Lucifer and Yawei sat quietly on the shore of the lake.

The lake water with the smell of holy light rushed towards it.The Shengquan Waterfall not far away was falling with a clatter.

The kitten named "Milu" created by God came over with a familiar smell, swaggered and jumped onto Lucifer, with the same type of blue eyes, looking at him without blinking.

Lucifer lowered his head and scratched the kitten's fur.

Because of this action, the bracelet made a jingling sound.

"Why are you here?" He asked in a low voice, hugging the little milk dumpling into his arms again.

The boy next to him suddenly came over and said, "It's asking if you've lost your way. It came here specially to look for you."

Lucifer smiled and held the kitten to his chest, pinched its front paws, and said, "I can't see that the little guy is so caring."

Yawei pursed his lips: "Actually...not really. Do you want to listen to its original words?"

Lucifer: "What?"

Yahweh: "Are you lost? You want me to come out and look for you, stupid two-legged beast."

Lucifer:  …

Immediately his face turned black.

Yawei quickly waved his hands and explained to him: "I didn't say it, it was your cat who said it. It's really not caring at all."

Lucifer:  …

Why does this sound so familiar?

Speaking of which, this kid seemed to slander Sariel in the same way?

"Yahweh." Lucifer finally faced up to this question a little bit, and stopped him quite seriously.

The boy responded quickly, gently and indulgently: "Say it."

Lucifer: "Are you jealous of Milu?"

The boy froze.

Then, be silent.

This appearance, at first glance, is a guilty conscience after being hit.

Lucifer put down the kitten, and turned to look at the young man: "Yawei, it's fine if you keep slandering Sariel. At that time, you were still young and not very sensible, and Sariel did have problems. But now you He is taller than me, and his mind is much more stable, why are you still fussing over such a small creature?"

The angel's eyes are very bright, and the eyelashes are also very long. The clear pupils are full of doubts: "Yawei, you can't be... because Milu took your place?"

Yawei's expression froze, and then raised the corners of his lips in embarrassment: "What are you talking about? How could I be jealous of such a small dumpling? How can I be so narrow-minded."

He said so, and Lucifer couldn't really listen to His heart.

This feels like a punch in the cotton...

He could only flatten his mouth and said sullenly, "Okay."

The young man next to him suddenly let out a shallow smile, and then touched his hair: "I really don't envy this little creature, and I don't think he took my place. Besides, I don't have any place with you." Ah, I still have this self-knowledge.”

The child is so sensible, but it actually makes Lucifer's face a little red.

After staying for a long time, I realized the last sentence the young man said belatedly, and retorted in a low voice: "What do you mean you don't have a place with me, you still have a place."

The young man curled his lips and looked at him quietly with his light golden eyes.

The soft hair fluttered gently, sweeping across his cheeks and neck.

In the breath, there is pure holy breath.

Lucifer raised his hand in embarrassment, brushed the silver hair wrapped around his neck, and muttered softly, "Why is your hair flying around?"

The angel was in a hurry, and Yahweh simply conjured up a golden headband and tied his long hair behind him.

Then he replied in a low voice: "So Lucifer, what is my position with you?"

The deep, god-like voice made Lucifer's heart skip a beat.

When he looked up again, he saw the faint golden pattern between the young man's eyebrows, and he felt a huge wave in his heart.

He remembered... That day, when God kissed his injured neck and absorbed the remaining power of darkness for him, there was such a tattoo on his forehead.

At that time, I also felt that this tattoo was somewhat familiar.Only now did I realize: Isn't that pattern the same as the golden pattern on the young man's forehead when he first saw Yawei?

It's just that this golden pattern only appeared at the first meeting, and I never saw it again afterwards.

Yahweh He...

Sure enough, he became more and more like God the Father.

"Lucifer, why is your heart beating so fast?" the boy suddenly asked.

The hand with well-defined knuckles was gently placed on his chest with half of the fingertips separated.

It was obvious that there was no contact, but Lucifer felt a slight warmth on his chest, where the young man's palm was slightly pressed.

Heartbeat, faster.

"What should I do, your heartbeat is so fast, I want to open the channel to listen to my heart again." The young man's gentle voice came from in front of him.

Lucifer subconsciously stepped back.

Before the brain could react, he hurriedly said, "Don't..."

The voice is soft and soft, if you listen carefully, there are shallow fluctuations.

It was the first time Lucifer heard himself making such an unfamiliar voice.

He himself was stunned, and the boy opposite was also stunned.

Two pairs of clear eyes looked at each other.

The angel's face gradually turned red.

The corner of the young man's lips curled up into a slight smile, and he raised his hand to brush his bangs on his forehead, and then stroked his golden hair on his sideburns.

Lucifer lowered his eyes, but his fingers were tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.

"Lucifer, why are you so obedient today..." Yawei's voice sounded above his head.

The warm fingertips brushed across the hair points on the top of the head, and then combed along the hair.

Lucifer didn't wake up until the palm ran down the hair until the soft feathers were thinned out, and there was even fluff at the base of the feathers.

He violently pushed Yahweh away.

He didn't care if the boy would fall, and he didn't care about the white cat rolling on the grass.

The wings behind him suddenly spread out, and in the next second, they were swept by pure wind and returned to the palace.

He hurried all the way back to the room, and slammed the door and windows shut again.

The angel bent its knees and rolled into a ball, rolled up its wide wings, wrapped itself tightly, and shrank in the corner of the wall.

Sitting in the dark, the sound of the heartbeat seemed louder.Lucifer buried his face in the hollow of his knees, the blood all over his body rushed to his face.

What was he doing just now?

Why let Yahweh act almost connivingly?

Why did you make that soft, almost coquettish voice in front of Yahweh?

Just now he even had an urge to spread his wings and ask Yawei to continue touching.

In the darkness, he bit his lower lip guiltily.

What's going on here?

Did he regard Yahweh as God the Father?

Although Yahweh is indeed the avatar and body of God the Father, if only because Yahweh is similar to God the Father, we will recognize Him as God the Father, or even as a substitute for God the Father...

Wouldn't that be the same obscenity as Sariel?

Inside the airtight wings, Lucifer slapped himself hard.

Loud applause came out of the wings and rang in the empty, quiet room.

Almost at the same time, a boy's urgent voice sounded in front of him.

"Lucifer, what are you doing?"

Then, a pair of hands groped to the edge of the wings, trying to peel off his curled up wings.

"Lucifer, spread your wings and show me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't touch your hair, and I shouldn't touch your wings, I apologize to you, don't be angry, don't be sad, okay... ..."

The boy's hands, in just one week, have grown wide and beautiful.

The fingertips slid in along the edge of the wings, and fell right into his eyes.Under the sunlight, it glows translucent powder.

He wrapped his wings again silently.

The fingertips that the boy had just entered were submerged in the pure white feathers in an instant.

"Lucifer, I don't mean anything else, I'm just worried about you, let me see."

"Please, don't lose your temper, okay?"

Yawei's voice was almost hoarse when he spoke, and he didn't see his wings move halfway, so he could only use his trump card: "Lucifer, if you don't come out again, I will listen to your heart."

The angel wrapped in feather balls trembled twice, and slowly spread its wings.

The angel who just came out of the wings was so hot that his whole face was red, but he could still see the marks on his right cheek where he had been beaten.

The angel was born with fair and tender skin, but after one slap, his cheeks were already a little bloodshot.If you look carefully, you can even see a small piece protruding from the right cheek, which is obviously swollen by himself.

Yawei knelt down on one knee, stroked his cheek, and softly reprimanded him: "If I have made a mistake, you can just beat me, why did you beat yourself? You are stupid..."

Lucifer turned his head slightly, avoiding the boy's palm, and said in a low voice: "I made the mistake myself, punishing myself has nothing to do with you."

Then he stood up neatly, with a tense expression on his face.

In a second, he returned to the holy archangel respected by billions of angels, as if he was not the one crying in the wings just now.

Lucifer took care of the wrinkled robe, and gave the order to evict guests in a low voice: "I'm going to change clothes, you go out first. You've learned Chinese characters well now, and Raphael is also in charge of Angel Academy." , from tomorrow onwards, go to Angel Academy."

He thinks that his performance is icy, and the young gods will know the fun.

Unexpectedly, Yawei is not a god who can play cards according to common sense, so he directly stepped forward and pushed him against the wall in the corner.

The boy who had restrained his aura before, let it go this time.

The power of the holy light that belongs exclusively to God almost crushed his legs.

"Well, Yahweh..." He bit his lower lip tightly, the tips of his teeth even faintly leaking blood.

In the next second, all the coercion on his body disappeared again.

Only the young man's clear and stern breath fell around, as if it wanted to penetrate his entire body through every feather and every inch of his skin.

Soft fingertips touched his chin.

Then it landed on his lower lip.

"Don't bite, it's bleeding."

"Be obedient... Lucifer."

The boy coaxed in a low voice, and saved his lower lip from the sharp teeth.

When the wrist fell, there were still light red blood beads on the tip of the thumb.

Lucifer is really...he can't beat him, and it's useless to say it.

He simply closed his eyes and leaned against the corner, the whole angel fell into silence.

Without visual interference, hearing and touch seem to be particularly sharp.

He heard the rubbing of the youth's robes, and also heard the sound of His breathing.

There was a "bang", the sound of something opening...

Then came the familiar smell of ointment.

The angel opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and the young man's tightly pursed lips were reflected in the light blue eyes.

Meeting his gaze, the young man hooked his lips and smiled.

"I'll put some ointment on you, and you'll be fine in a while."

Lucifer pursed his lips, and said awkwardly: "Don't paint it, it will be fine in a while."

Yawei didn't respond, and only blew lightly on his cheek.

A clear breath swept over his cheeks.

But after a while, the hot feeling disappeared.

The teenager took a step back consciously, keeping a safe distance from the angel.

Only the golden eyes were still stuck to his body.

"How could it heal so quickly without applying ointment?" He said with a smile.