Who made you not earnestly create the world!

"You don't like anyone, don't you, including the world you created yourself."

Messiah smiled meekly at the silver-haired god, his silver eyes filled with sorrow.

The silver-haired god looked at him silently.

"Everyone says that you dote on our angel family, but in your heart we are just playthings." Messiah laughed at himself, "No matter how we please you, you have never really been happy. We have tried our best to please you." You don’t participate in the creation celebration held by Xinxin, we will bring the heaven to prosperity, you are still indifferent, and you don’t ask if we cause trouble. Father God, have you really cared about us? Archangel, almost all creations have not been seen until they die On your side, only the Archangel can see you from time to time, but who knows that the Archangel is just a tool you created to manage the heavens. Oh, no, at least we are still the best plaything you created, or how much we can Getting what you like is at least better than those creations that you don't even want to look at, isn't it?"

The Messiah gently rested his head on the silver-haired deity's lap and said, "We love you so much and you turn a blind eye, Father God."

We will also be tired, so Lucifer who is closest to you is the first to be overwhelmed.

Samuel opened the door of the confinement room, and smiled at Lucifer: "Father God said, you can come out now, Lucifer."

In the forest behind the cathedral, the silver-haired god once again threw himself into the lake to clear his disturbed mind.

Swimming back to the shore from the center of the lake, the silver-haired deity was not in a hurry to go ashore, but complained to the book of creation floating in the air that had been looking at him: "You say this is so bad, Angus said my wife I indulged the angels, Beria said that I was unfair to them, but Messiah said that I didn't like them enough! After all, this is all my fault!"

The silver-haired gods are really hot, one or two all say it's my fault, there's no end to it!

The Book of Genesis replied slowly: "Isn't it?"

The silver-haired deity choked and almost rolled his eyes.

Well well, indeed.

In the final analysis, the root cause of this matter is him.

He has always been indifferent, because he is lazy, if he is willing to take care of it, the relationship between the three realms will not be so tense.If it wasn't for the fact that he was fooling around at the beginning of the creation, and didn't think about the balance between the three worlds at all, it wouldn't be impossible to change it now.If he hadn't focused too much on angels and neglected other races, he wouldn't be complaining like this now.

but……

The silver-haired deity came out of the water and stepped ashore, and just walked out wearing a wet inner robe sticking to his flesh, and casually said to himself: "So what?"

Yeah, so what's the deal?

No one can shake his position. As the God of Creation, it is a good thing to keep one's place and abide by one's responsibilities, but even if he acts willfully and does whatever he wants, that's what he should do.

Because he is the god of creation, he created this world, so he is the master of this world.

It's like you bought a house, as long as it doesn't disturb the residents, you can do whatever you want with the house, right?As long as you have money, who will say a word even if you tear it down and rebuild it?

As for the creation...that's better to say.

Like the Messiah said, does he really love his creation?

Of course it is - love it.

But it's just love, it's impossible to say how much you care.

It's like you have a lot of cloth dolls, you may like the most beautiful ones very much, but will you change your life for a few cloth dolls?

Of course, this is not impossible, but the probability of it happening is very low, so low that it is no different from impossible.

After returning to the bedroom of the Great Holy Cathedral and changing into a new robe, the silver-haired deity teleported to the throne of the Great Holy Cathedral, and the holy light enveloped him again.

Lucifer was kneeling respectfully in the center of the great hall. He had been kneeling for three days, and he hadn't moved during that time.

Good stamina.

With a praise in his heart, the silver-haired god remained calm: "Lucifer, do you know where you went wrong?"

If you dare to answer that you don’t know, I will shut you down again, so you don’t want to come out!

Lucifer lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly at God, and replied: "Lu Xi shouldn't have disobeyed you, shouldn't be so... presumptuous."

"It's half right." The silver-haired deity propped his chin, "Lu Xi, it's your fault that this kind of book appeared in the heavens. Have you found out whose book it is?"

Hearing God's downplaying tone, Lucifer knew that God would not pursue it anymore, and after he heaved a sigh of relief, he gritted his teeth: "It was the demons in the demon world who manipulated the angels to bring this kind of book in!" What's wrong is that the angels are actually interested in such disgusting books, and have written quite a few of them!

"This time the demons can insert a book, so what do you think will happen if he slips in by himself next time?"

Lucifer thought of this possibility when he heard the investigation results, so he said firmly: "Luci never falls into the same pit twice."

"That's good." The silver-haired god slightly curled his lips, "Go down and have a good rest, Lucy, and release Michael and Metatron by the way."

"Yes, Father God."

Because of this incident, Lucifer was full of anger, so he worked even more vigorously.

Those who write little yellow books, the light ones will be educated, and the serious ones will be thrown into prison for education.In a short period of time, the restrictions of the novel were also established, for example, the intimate action cannot be below the neck.Then in the square of the sixth heaven, in front of countless angels, he burned all the forbidden/books searched in the heavens, and delivered an impassioned speech, gaining the star eyes worshiped by the angels.

The four archangels who have been troubled by this matter for a long time: "..."

Even the Book of Creation couldn't help saying to the silver-haired god: "In terms of work, no one can compare to Lucifer."

The silver-haired deity twitched the corners of his mouth inwardly and refused to comment.

"Ugh."

Asmodeus almost crushed the wine glass in his hand, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently.I said to myself silently in my heart, what are you fussing about with a lunatic, not to mention you can't beat that lunatic, bear with it!

"Ugh."

It's just a sigh, and there will be no loss of meat, so continue to bear it!

"Ugh."

Tolerance... bear a bird!

Asmodeus threw the wine glass in his hand at the guy who had been sighing and sighing in front of him for three days, and said angrily: "Are you fucking endless?! If you are so depressed, why don't you just go Forget it! Why torture me?!"

Beria moved away from the glass and looked over melancholy: "My friend, how can you say that? I just want to share my depression with you. How can you say that I am torturing you?" !"

Asmodeus laughed angrily, "Young master, you sound so nice! In fact, it's because you're upset and you want me to be together, right?"

We've known each other for so many years, if he doesn't know what this guy is, then he's a fool!

And a fool can't be a demon lord.

Beria smiled at Asmodeus, and said softly, "Asmodeus still understands me, he is indeed my friend."

Who is your friend!I was fooled by you so much that I realized that you are a shameless lunatic!Grinding his teeth, Asmodeus dared not say the words in his heart with a dark face.

In terms of evil intentions and ruthless hands, Beria in the entire demon world dared to be the second and no one dared to be the first. He also put on a gentle and harmless disgusting appearance all day long. I really don't know what he is doing.

Calling the waiter to bring him another glass of wine, Asmodeus took a sip of the wine, squinting his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the spicy wine passing through his throat, and then he heard Beria say: "In the previous section Time, my God called me."

"Pfft--cough-cough-cough!"

After finally regaining his breath, Asmodeus glared at him viciously, his voice hoarse after being choked, "You did it on purpose!"

"How can you say that!" Beria put on a hurt face, holding a heart, and that appearance was so fake that it deserved a beating.

It wouldn't be Asmodeus if he could endure all of this, he threw a dark forbidden technique with a grim face.

…………

An hour later, the spotless Beria looked at Asmodeus walking out of the ruins of the palace, and sighed: "Oh, why are you so immature, knowing that you can't beat me, you still have to fight!" If you want to rush over, are you really a demon race and not those brainless angels?"

The disheveled and ragged Asmodeus almost suffered from a myocardial infarction.

My God, why did you create such a bitch? !In fact, you created him to harm the devil world, right? !

It is rare for a silver-haired god to lie down.

After all, he has been with Beria for a long time, and there are not a few times when he fainted from Beria's anger. Asmodeus recovered quickly, suppressed his anger and asked: "My god summoned you? What did you say? ?”

And in his heart all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred, he also recognized that he was not as good as those angels, who made my god not like the dark race?But my God, who is also a dark race, why do you want to see Beria, a black-mouthed bastard, but you don't want to see me?

——That’s because you are not thick-skinned and impatient. Beria is the God who can still pray brazenly and unabashedly every day even when God has ignored him for many years.

Beria once again put on a melancholy face that made Asmodeus' stomach ache, "Oh, I feel depressed because I didn't say anything. You said that I have smeared angels to death, why my god still can't What about disliking angels?"

Asmodeus sarcastically said: "That's my god, do you think it's those idiots in the devil world, who can be fooled around by you with a few words."

"That's right." Beria shrugged, and then smiled harmlessly like an angel again, "However, this makes me hate angels even more."

Asmodeus was alarmed, and looked at Beria vigilantly, "What do you want to do? I warn you, the demon world has not yet regained its combat power, so don't mess around."

Beria blinked and said with a smile: "Look at your nervous look, when did I lose my temper?"

Asmodeus breathed a sigh of relief, that's right, and then asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Asmodeus, shall we kidnap the Archangel?"

Confused for a moment, Asmodeus looked at the smiling Beria in disbelief.

— This... madman!