What's wrong with the God of Creation?

In the early morning of the second day, Lucifer woke up in a daze, and rolled to the side twice.

After stretching, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the whole angel woke up.

He was the only one on the bed...Yahwei is not here?

He quickly sat up and looked out uneasily.

In front of the crystal screen not far away, the Book of Creation is floating above, and it seems to be testing the operation of the world.

But wherever he looked, there was still no silver-haired figure.

"The Book of Creation...?"

He pursed his lips and asked anxiously.

no respond.

The ancient book beside the accompanying god seemed to have completely lost its mind at this moment, it just floated quietly, without saying a word, without even moving.

Lucifer's heart sank, he ran down without caring about being barefoot.

However, the moment he put his feet on the ground, he felt a sharp pain in his body.

Especially on the waist, it was like being run over by some heavy object, and the pain was unbearable.

With a "plop", the person with wings and blankets fell to the ground as a whole.

When Yawei entered the door, he saw this scene.

A blanket was wrapped around the angel's body, and his straight legs and white arms were half exposed outside the blanket.

The wide wings spread out on the ground, the palms were resting on the waist, and the lips were biting and the brows were furrowed.

Looks like it must have hurt.

The red traces fell on the neck, extending all the way into the white blanket.

After a night's rest, it hasn't subsided yet.

He hurried over in three or two steps, and picked up his beautiful angel from the ground: "Why did it fall under the bed, huh? You don't sleep well."

Seeing him coming, Lucifer raised his arm and wrapped it around his neck softly.

Burying his head into His shoulder, he said, "I thought you left me and walked away..."

Because the movement was too big, the blanket covering his body slipped off slightly, hanging precariously on his forearm.

On the shoulder socket, there are still two small red marks like moles, which are hidden in the long blond hair.

God wrapped a blanket around his innocent angelic cubs.

It wasn't until he was sure that he was wrapped warmly that he patted his back and combed the blown down feathers on his wings.

Then, the voice coaxed softly: "Why would I abandon you and go away? I have only been back for a day, do you think I just woke up and left if I wanted you? I am so worthy in your eyes Responsibility? Besides, I am reluctant to leave for only one night. You should stop listening to the book of creation and talk nonsense, it is not serious every day."

Speaking of the Book of Creation, the angel remembered that the accompanying artifact hadn't made any sound since he woke up.

He poked his head out from Yawei's shoulder, only showing a pair of blue eyes, looking towards the direction of the ancient book, whispering in Yawei's ear: "I saw that you were not here this morning, and I called it... ...it ignored me."

Yawei's fingertips penetrated into his hair, and he let it go down gently, and said: "It has been blocking me since last night, chirping and whistling, so I sealed its consciousness, so as not to wake up and go back. I want to listen to it swearing at people. I just want it to know who is its master, so as not to step on my head every day to teach it. If you want to teach, you should also teach that old man of Jehovah.”

There are some childish answers.

But the movements of his hands are genuinely gentle.

The person in front of him not only had the vivacity of a teenager, but also had the stability that a creator god should have.

The two qualities, which are obviously completely contradictory, are strangely integrated in him.

The angel narrowed his eyes slightly, hummed in enjoyment, lifted his wings slightly, exposing the wing roots covered by fluff, and called him in a low voice: "Here..."

Yawei smiled softly, moved his fingers in the direction of his wings, and scratched like a cat: "It's really the same temperament as Milu, it's just this attitude of ordering people, but it's not as straightforward as Milu. "

As he spoke, he called out the kitten outside the door.

The snow-white little dumpling leaped swiftly onto the bed.

Stepping on Yahweh's lap familiarly, he lay down on His lap like an old man.

"Let Milu show you a demonstration."

As Yawei said, he took Lucifer's hand and placed it on the kitten's neck.

Lucifer was so obedient that he moved his fingers and scratched the kitten's neck.

After touching it for a while, Xiaotuanzi fell flat on his back.

With her two front legs tucked in front of her chest, she squinted her light blue eyes in comfort, and said in a milky voice: "Stupid servant, come and massage your master's belly."

After finishing speaking, he retreated and struggled to stretch towards the belly, for fear that its "servant" was too stupid to know what the belly meant.

Lucifer's face became hot, and he simply and neatly lifted up the two front paws of the kitten, and carried them to another place.

"I don't learn from it! You... how can you tolerate it like this!"

It's obviously a pet, but it's riding on people's heads and drinking around.

Yahweh pinched his cheek indulgently: "It's not that I can tolerate it, but that old man Jehovah likes it."

Lucifer knew what Milu represented in Father God's heart, so he couldn't help retorting in a low voice: "Nonsense, how could He like it."

That man, obviously standing at the highest place in the world, is admired by hundreds of millions of living beings.

How could such an aloof Creator like this feeling of being manipulated and ordered around by others.

However, the God in front of him, who possessed half of Jehovah's memory, suddenly hugged him and leaned close to his ear.

Breathing lightly, said unhurriedly: "Because, I like it very much. My interest is His interest. My joy is also His joy."

After finishing speaking, she kissed him on the earlobe neither lightly nor hard.

Feeling that the angel was holding on to his robe tighter, and the place where his eyes looked was turning red again, he was so happy that he let him go.

"Just now I was in a hurry to hug you up, so I didn't ask you, how do you feel? Is there any discomfort on your body?"

The angel blew up all his feathers, and immediately shook his head with a blushing face: "No..."

After a while, he touched his waist weakly again, and said: "It hurts a little... my body is sore, and I can't lift my strength. My stomach is also a little, um... swollen, not very comfortable... ..."

Yahweh worked hard and pressed the spine and sore muscles at his waist for him, and the angel obediently lay on his body.

The even breathing fell on the cheeks, tickling.

He couldn't help turning his head and kissed his soft hair.

The angel turned his head, left his lips to him, closed his eyes, and let him kiss.

God wrapped his arms around his back and kissed him familiarly.

Lucifer was in a daze, his waist was comfortably held by God, and he didn't pay much attention to the rest.

When he reacted, the strength in his waist had disappeared, and he fell on his back at some point.

"Uh...no way!" He hurriedly put his wings in front of his body: "I... I just woke up, and my body is still, not very comfortable..."

God smiled and patted his cheek, and teased him: "What's on your mind? Didn't you say that your stomach is uncomfortable? Be good, take your wings away, and I'll sort out the power of the Holy Light inside for you. Otherwise, the power is too strong. , you can’t absorb it, be careful of swelling on your body, you will be twice as fat by then.”

The angel's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly spread his wings.

He doesn't want to swell to twice his size!

As a result... the god lifted the blanket and looked at other wounds first.

"Oh, why are you so wicked!" he exclaimed angrily.

It's good to see the stomach!

He really is a liar!

At this moment... Lucifer was paralyzed on the bed, seeing God's fingertips on his belly, the whole angel was puffed up.

However, after the Nuannuan power of holy light circulated in his body for a few times, the swelling pain finally disappeared, and most of his anger also disappeared.

However, before he was happy, he saw the silver-haired god talking to himself thoughtfully while facing his stomach.

"I thought I was pregnant..."

Every word fell into the ear clearly.

The angel froze all of a sudden, and all of his feathers exploded in an instant.

???

!!!

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could I...!" Lucifer quickly sat up and retorted.

Halfway through, I vaguely remembered...

It seems that in Angel Academy, Sariel once mentioned...?

It's just that, as the deputy king of the kingdom of heaven, he is determined to dedicate his whole life to the beloved Creator God, and he doesn't pay attention to these trivial matters at all.

At this moment, I remembered the information I heard in the Angel Academy...

Lucifer's brain immediately went into a twitch, completely crashing.

"Also... it won't be so easy to conceive...?" He asked weakly.

As strange as it sounds, he doesn't even think about it!God doesn't need any Son of God or anything like that.He is an eternal god of creation, and he does not need to give birth to an heir to inherit the position of God.

When God heard his question, he fell into deep thought.

After a while, the angel's hair became more and more frizzy, and the people became more and more frightened. Then he considered the words and explained: "The combination of angels and angels does have the same conception rate as human beings, but...my child...may be There will be some difficulties, I don't know."

Hearing the sentence "it's a little difficult", Lucifer let out a long sigh of relief.

He automatically ignored the word "possible" in front of it, acquiescing that this difficulty should be the difficulty of "rarely seen in ten thousand years".

After all, he is a creature, how could he easily conceive the creator's child?

This is the same as the combination of angels and humans, and the conception rate of angels is almost zero.

He didn't know, just when he was silently thinking about all this...

Yawei also thought silently in his heart:

The conception rate between angels and humans can reach more than 90.00%, so the conception rate between Lucy and him should be 50.00%?

That's...five out of ten?

No. [-] middle school?

Well, as long as you work hard, you can do it.

God secretly clenched his fist in his heart: sooner or later, He will put a cute little God child in Lucy's stomach.

Well, a cute little god like Lucy!