Who made you not earnestly create the world!

The silver-haired deity looked at Raphael, who was kneeling on the ground, so nervous that his forehead was covered with a thin film, and decided to say something to calm him down, "Raphael, why are you here?"

Unlike Lucifer and Messiah, who are well-loved and like to find excuses to go to the ninth heaven to see God when they have nothing to do, other archangels usually report to God together when they go to see God.It’s not that the other archangels yearn to see God like Lucifer and Messiah. On the contrary, they have absolutely no less admiration for God than Lucifer and Messiah, but God doesn’t particularly favor them. So they did not dare to disturb God casually.After all, God said, don't bother him if there is nothing important.

But this time, it was the first time that Raphael was alone with God, and it wasn't in the Great Cathedral, or even so close.

"Raphael originally wanted to ask Messiah to go to the sixth heaven to see how the celebration square was arranged, and if he wanted to make some changes, then he saw you walking this way..." Raphael replied respectfully.

So when I saw him turn around, I found something wrong and thought it was someone pretending to be the Messiah, but who knew it was him.The silver-haired deity understood it, then nodded and said: "It happens that I also want to go to that square to have a look, let's go together."

"What? Raphael raised his head in surprise, and immediately lowered his head in fright after seeing those cold and clear golden eyes.

The silver-haired god frowned, isn't it strange to walk around by himself?Thinking of it this way, the voice inevitably brought displeasure, "Why, you are not happy?"

"No, of course not!" Hearing God's displeasure, Raphael was so anxious that he almost cried, "Raphael is very willing!"

Because of the closeness, it was easy to feel Raphael's nervousness and bewilderment. The silver-haired god felt a little funny and couldn't help but soften his heart, but his voice was still faint, "Raphael, look up at me. "

Raphael raised his head slowly, and when he saw those cold and clear golden eyes, his body trembled and he almost looked back. He kept warning himself in his heart to calm down, and then his face managed to regain his composure.

"Are you afraid of me?" Seeing Raphael's reaction, the silver-haired deity was puzzled. He had never punished or reprimanded Raphael, so why was he so afraid of him?

Raphael shook his head, a faint blush appeared on his face, he said: "Raphael, um, what, this is the first time that Raphael sees you alone, so you are really, er, nervous."

The silver-haired god was poked at by Raphael, who was as shy as a child seeing an idol. He has always preferred pure and beautiful things, especially this kind of creation that he believes in himself wholeheartedly, so that he can approach it with confidence.

Couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Raphael's golden head, the silver-haired god raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Get up."

Seeing that God seemed to have calmed down, Raphael stood up from the ground with blushing cheeks in relief.

Different from Lucifer's self-confidence and arrogance, and Messiah's elegance and holiness, although all the angels are so docile in front of the silver-haired god, the scholar-like Raphael makes the silver-haired god approach with more peace of mind, Or it could be said that the silver-haired god found that he liked the kind and gentle aura of Raphael.

The silver-haired god stretched out his hand and said to Raphael, "Hold my hand."

Hearing this, Raphael almost failed to maintain his composure, and tried his best to calm down the excitement for a long time. Raphael glanced at the face of God wearing the "Messiah" shell without a trace of impatience, and then relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief, then took out the handkerchief and wiped his right hand vigorously several times, making sure that there was not even a trace of uncleanness, and then put his right hand on the hand that God stretched out to him with confidence.

Although he was a little speechless about Raphael's cautious action, the silver-haired deity waited patiently for Raphael to let go of his hand, then gently held Raphael's hand and said to him, "Close your eyes."

Just closing his eyes for a moment, Raphael felt the hand holding him let go, and then heard "Messiah" say: "Open your eyes."

Opening his eyes in disappointment, Raphael was slightly taken aback, "This is... the sixth heaven?" Raphael, who came to the square frequently for the creation/celebration, recognized their location at a glance.

Raising his hand to stroke Raphael's blond hair behind his ears, the silver-haired deity flashed excitement and whispered, "I want to see how the square is arranged, so that other angels don't notice anything strange. "

Blushing and heartbeating for God's intimacy, Raphael suppressed his messy emotions and replied softly: "Yes, Father God."

Taking a deep breath, Raphael first looked at the "Messiah" to see if there was anything wrong with him, and only after he found no problem with the "Messiah" did he start to check his appearance. After everything was ready, Raphael Er gave a slight salute to the "Messiah" and said, "Father God, shall we go to the square now?"

Satisfied with Raphael's carefulness, the silver-haired deity nodded slightly to Raphael, "Lead the way."

Father God smiled at him! ! !

Raphael almost couldn't maintain the freshness and elegance that he had finally recovered, and his handsome face instantly turned red.

For Raphael's excitement, the silver-haired deity found it funny and helpless, he raised his hand and pointed his index finger on Raphael's forehead, his divine power moved slightly, and Raphael's originally excited mood immediately calmed down.

After calming down, Raphael returned to his original gentleness. After saluting the "Messiah", he stood on the right side of the "Messiah" and stretched his arms forward, saying, "Father God, please." Indifferently, but in his heart Raphael covered his face and wailed—it was rare to be so close to Father God, yet he behaved so stupidly! ! !

He raised his foot forward, but when the foot landed, the silver-haired god suddenly froze.

Raphael whispered suspiciously: "Father God?"

"It's nothing, let's go." The silver-haired deity raised his foot and walked forward after he finished speaking lightly, Raphael followed half a step behind.

The moment his feet hit the ground, he clearly heard the sound of laws running.The silver-haired deity thought casually, he should go back and see if there is any problem with the fate record in the Book of Genesis, but the consciousness scattered in the entire world plane has not noticed that there is a problem, so it should be fine.

After everything was settled, the silver-haired deity realized that it was actually the sound of his fate beginning to change for the first time.

The angels working in the square were happy to salute the two archangels when they saw the two archangels approaching. Although they felt that His Highness the Son of God was weird today, they did not see His Highness the Son of God several times. I didn't have any doubts, and my heart was full of joy and admiration for seeing the two archangels together.

Raphael stood in front of the "Messiah", not only to prevent these angels from finding out that the "Messiah" was wrong, but also to prevent these excited angels from accidentally colliding with the "Messiah".

"Go back to work, Messiah and I are just here to take a look." Raphael smiled and said to these angels, and when he saw Metatron's adjutant Raguel was also there, he asked, "Raguel , Metatron is here too?"

Raguel replied: "Yes, Your Highness Raphael, His Highness Metatron is arranging the rehearsal for the ceremony."

Raphael nodded and asked Raguel to drive these lower-middle-level angels who looked at them with bright eyes and worship back to work, then turned around and asked in a low voice to the "Messiah" who stood there quietly watching the surroundings: " Father God, Metatron is arranging a rehearsal for the show, do you want to go see it?"

"Show rehearsal?" The silver-haired god withdrew his gaze from looking around, thought for a while and thought it was a good idea, "Let's go and have a look."

Raphael smiled and guided the way in a low voice after the silver-haired god raised his foot and walked half a step behind the silver-haired god. Unless it was an angel who was familiar with all the archangels, Raphael would not be so calm. It was difficult for the angels present who behaved neither arrogantly nor humblely to detect that the "Messiah" was wrong.

Under Raphael's deliberate and hard-working guidance, even the cherubs under Messiah didn't realize that the current Messiah had been replaced.

Before they got close to the rehearsal area, Raphael and the silver-haired god heard Metatron's lazy voice: "Stop, that sound was too loud just now. Beelzebub, bring them all over again! .Huh? This place is originally high-pitched? Cough, what, you can also try low-pitched here, maybe the effect will be better.”

Silver-haired god & Raphael: "..."

Raphael swore he'd never wanted to strangle Metatron so much.

Shame on you before God the Father, Metatron, you can go and die!

Before Raphael could come up with a reason to excuse Metatron, Metatron’s voice came out to kill him again: “Anqi, your neckline is open, I’ll help you fix it.…Your skin is really It’s smooth and tender, how is it maintained, can I touch it?” Then there was a burst of laughter from a female angel.

Raphael's usual gentle smile froze on his face. At this moment, he deeply hated why he brought Father God here. He was watching how Metatron dragged the angels to die together!

The silver-haired deity who stood there silent for a while looked at Raphael behind him with a stiff expression, and his voice could not hear any emotion: "I heard you just now, Metatron is in a rehearsal? "

Raphael opened his mouth. In this situation, he really couldn't say anything to God to intercede for Metatron. Finally, he lowered his head and said in shame: "I'm going to put Metatron on the fifth stage right now. Go to the prison of heaven!"

Raphael raised his hand to stop Raphael from rushing to find Metatron, the silver-haired deity slightly raised the corners of his lips and said, "No need, follow me to see how Metatron rehearses the show."

"...Yes, Father God." Raphael was about to cry.

On the way gradually approaching Metatron, the silver-haired deity and Raphael kept hearing Metatron's voice in various ways:

"This hymn is too heavy, Beelzebub, change it to a lighter one. Not serious enough? Oh, maybe my god likes a lighter tune?"

"Tsk, I'm dying of thirst after talking so much. That angel over there, um, it's you, make me a cup of tea, and bring me that chair to sit on."

"Actually, your legs can be raised a little higher. Yes, it's just this height... Alas, it's a pity that the skirt is too long. It would be nice if it was shorter. What a pair of beautiful legs."

"Hey, why haven't I seen you before? Are you a new transfer? With such a pretty face, your boss is willing to let you do these rough jobs? This is too violent!"

……

Raphael's face was ashen at this moment.

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It's a pity that this chapter failed to scare Metatron, but if his father heard so many deadly words, what would happen... Ha ha.

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