Who made you not earnestly create the world!

"You mean, Metatron was called away by the Dragon Clan and hasn't returned to Heaven for several days?"

Lucifer stopped writing, and looked indifferently at the deputy cherub Raguel standing in front of the table.

"Yes, Your Highness Lucifer. I saw that His Highness Metatron hadn't come back yesterday, so I went to the Dragon Clan to inquire. It turned out that His Highness Metatron had never been to the Dragon Clan's territory, and the Dragon King didn't have anything to tell His Highness Metatron. I even sent many angels to the mortal world to look for His Highness Metatron yesterday, but they couldn’t find it after a whole day of searching.”

Raguel's expression was very anxious. In the heavens, any boss who disappeared for no reason would be anxious, let alone one of the archangels, the prime minister of the kingdom of heaven.

Lucifer frowned. He thought that Metatron was bored and went to that Shankara-like place to hide from everyone to be lazy. When we arrived at the Dragon Clan, and it was the Dragon Clan that took Metatron out...

—— Demon Race!

Impossible?Lucifer's expression became serious. Although the demons really hated the angels, the demons are not so bold as to set a trap to ambush the archangel, right?What's more, with Metatron's strength, even if he is beaten by a group of demons, he may not necessarily lose.No, no, no, ordinary demons dare not face the Archangel, nor do they dare to involve the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan is notorious for protecting its weaknesses.What if the one who set the trap was... the Lord of the Demon Realm?

Thinking of this possibility, Lucifer couldn't sit still for a moment, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and said to Raguel: "This matter cannot be leaked out, how many angels know about this matter?"

"Thirty or so, all of them were subordinates I sent out to the mortal world to look for Metatron yesterday." Raguel replied calmly, "I have already issued a password ban, and I was looking for His Royal Highness Metatron yesterday. I searched for it without disturbing any mortal beings, so there is no possibility of leaking the news.”

"You did a good job, Raguel." Lucifer nodded, "I will notify the other archangels to come here, and then you will tell me everything you know."

"Yes, Your Highness Lucifer."

Lucifer was about to call the adjutant in, but at this moment there was a knock on the door, and then the angel outside the door said: "His Royal Highness Lucifer, there is a letter from you."

"Come in."

Beelzebub opened the door and came in. After saluting, he presented the letter in his hand to Lucifer, and then smiled and winked at Raguel, who had the same boss in the past.

One day Lucifer was very busy, and when he was looking for Metatron to discuss matters, he saw Metatron sleeping in his office leisurely. Lucifer, who was burning with anger, immediately dug Metatron's wall, He dug Beelzebub, who was the most capable of Metatron's subordinates and also handled the most official duties for Metatron, to himself.

In Lucifer's anger, Metatron could only bite his handkerchief and watch Beelzebub pack his bags and run to the seventh heaven with tears in his eyes, and then tearfully approve official documents.As soon as Beelzebub left, Metatron's workload immediately increased dramatically, and he would not want to return to the leisurely days before in 100 years.

Raguel reluctantly gave Beelzebub a smile, then lowered his head worriedly.

Beelzebub was slightly taken aback, feeling uneasy.Could it be... something happened?

After Lucifer read the letter, he almost tore it up.

He suppressed the anger and rejoicing in his heart, maintained his usual calm expression, and said: "Beelzebub, go and call all the archangels right now, and use the fastest speed! By the way, Metatron doesn't have to go!" No, he's not here."

"Yes, Your Highness." Beelzebub saluted and left.

It is night in the Mortal Realm now, and Metatron stands by the window looking at the dark night dotted with countless stars with interest, looking at the moonlight which is different from the domineering and powerful moonlight of the sun, although the light of the moon is not as bright as that of the sun As strong and dazzling as it is, the soft and cool moonlight fits perfectly with the night. The peaceful and gentle feeling is very suitable for falling into a sweet dreamland after the exhaustion of the day.

There is no night in the heavens, and angels don't need sleep, so Metatron, who experienced the night in the mortal world for the first time, doesn't like darkness, but finds it quite rare.

"Still sleeping?" The blond angel pushed the door and asked Metatron casually when he saw Metatron standing beside the bed.

Metatron came back to his senses, leaned against the window and raised his eyebrows and said, "Angels don't need to sleep, don't you know that as an angel?"

"Since you don't want to sleep, then put the moonlight grass on it." The blond angel glanced at him coldly, "Let the room be lit all the time, and you want the elf to know that the angel doesn't need to sleep?"

Although it is called grass, moonlight grass is a kind of flower that can shine brightly in the dark. This kind of plant only blooms in the dark and can only survive in the mortal world.Because there is no night in the heavens, and the environment of the demon world is not suitable for the growth of ordinary plants, the plants that can thrive in the demon world generally have fighting power that is not inferior to higher-level monsters. Well, it can't beat it either.

Metatron choked, touched his nose to find a cover to cover the moonlight grass.

The bright room suddenly went dark, and when the angel's vision was not affected by the night, they could still see clearly in the dark, so Metatron didn't clearly see the blond angel's footsteps about to leave.

"Wait!" Metatron stepped forward and pulled the blond angel's sleeve, and said with a smile, "The night is long, since we don't have to sleep, you might as well stay here, let's chat together!"

The blond angel frowned, freed the sleeve from Metatron's grasp, and said, "Chatting with you, I'm afraid it will lower my IQ."

Metatron gritted his teeth, couldn't this kid say something nice? !

"Go to the back garden, the scenery there is very suitable for chatting." The blond angel said lightly.

Metatron was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm not very suitable for walking around now."

"In the Elven Palace, the Elf King's orders are almost absolute." The blond angel said, "Since the Elf King has issued a password ban, you don't have to worry about the elves in the palace leaking your news."

Metatron pondered for a while, and then readily agreed, but he still couldn't help muttering: "You really know the elves."

"You talk too much."

Metatron swears, he definitely saw the disgust in the eyes of the blond angel!

Before going to the garden, the blond angel found an elf maid and gave them some instructions. Not long after they arrived in the back garden, the maid brought a lot of fruit snacks and made a pot of flower tea thoughtfully.

Sitting on the delicate wicker chair, Metatron looked at the colorful flowers in the garden. Apart from the blooming flowers, there were only green trees in his sight. He praised: "As expected of the elves, this garden is so beautiful."

"If you like, you can make your own palace like this." The blond angel glanced at him and put the teacup on the table.

Metatron shook his head, "The angels are not as careful about plants as the elves. How many angels are needed to take care of the plants in such a large garden? It is enough to come over to the elves from time to time. As long as Angus Don't throw me out." Metatron smiled as he said.

"Each race has different advantages. The elves are indeed the best at planting. They are born to love to be with plants." The blond angel stroked the young petals of the flower beside him, "The angel race is certainly excellent. But it’s true that not everything is far superior to other races.”

"That's right," Metatron squinted slightly, looking at the blond angel with a half-smile, "It's as if you're not an angel."

The blond angel looked at Metatron calmly, and his tone was still cold, "Everything recorded in the Holy Spirit Book is an angel. And my name is not in the Holy Spirit Book."

If my name is recorded in the book of the holy spirit, then I will really be an angel, and then I will not be a joke of all the creator gods in the three thousand worlds?

Metatron was taken aback, feeling surprised: "But you obviously have all the characteristics of an angel." Whether it's the appearance of an angel or the breath and power that belong to an angel alone, except for the temperament that is incompatible with an angel, the blond angel is an angel in every way.

"If you think it's strange, ask God the Father." The blond angel didn't bother to think of a reason to explain, so he prevaricated directly. When Metatron asked him in the cathedral, no one would dare to question him even if he had a reason.

Metatron curled his lips, stopped asking, picked up a fruit "kacha" from the table, took a bite, and chewed vigorously as if to vent his anger.

The blond angel picked up the teacup and glanced at him, his snow-blue eyes were full of disgust, how old and childish he was!

Of course, Metatron didn't miss the disgust in the blonde angel's eyes, and almost choked on the pulp in his mouth.

After finishing the fruit in two or three bites, Metatron looked at the juice in his hand and asked the blond angel, "Did you bring a handkerchief?"

The blond angel took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it to Metatron, then snapped his fingers, and a water polo appeared in front of Metatron.The blond angel's complexion was not very good, "Wash your hands and wipe them with a handkerchief." As a god, he doesn't mind going to the end of his cleanliness fetish under certain conditions.

The dirty Metatron twitched the corner of his mouth, dipped his hand into the water polo to wash his hand carefully, and then wiped it clean with a handkerchief. The blond angel's face looked better.

As for the dirty water polo, the blond angel contributed directly to the plants here.

"Why is it even worse than Lucifer?" Metatron muttered while holding a teacup.

The blond angel's ears moved, and he struggled in his heart expressionlessly, you can't hit him on the head, absolutely not!If you are knocked stupid, where can you find an archangel to take his place?endure!

As a result, Metatron ran on the road of death and disappeared forever.

The Book of Creation on the Great Sept silently lit the wax for Metatron's future.

Looking up at the stars that illuminated the night, Metatron suddenly said: "I heard that every year in the mortal world is divided into four seasons."

"That's right, what's the matter?" the blond angel asked calmly, taking a sip of tea.

"What season is it in the Mortal Realm now?" Metatron was a little curious.

"spring."

"Huh? How did you know?"

"Summer is hot, autumn is cool, and winter is cold. Spring is probably the only time when warm flowers bloom like this." The blond angel said, looking at the blooming flowers in the garden.

"Why is the mortal world divided into four seasons? Wouldn't it be so warm and comfortable every day like the celestial world?" Metatron sighed a little, "I heard that these flowers will wither in winter." In the mortal world and After many years of fighting in the devil world, the angels are quite clear about the common sense of the mortal world.

"For the mortal world, the seasons of the year are not good, but this is the most suitable for the mortal world." The blond angel lowered his eyes, "Angels don't need food and sleep, so every day is so warm and comfortable, sunny Brilliant; the demons are afraid of light and have different habits, so the demon world only has night, and there are no seasons but regions.”

"There is nothing good or bad, it's just that they are different." The blond angel concluded slowly.

Metatron was dumbfounded for a long time before saying, "You know so much..."

"You are so stupid." The blond angel looked indifferent.

"..."〒_〒

Mud criticized hello!Hey, I don’t take you to kill angels twice in three days!Too much to bully an angel!

No one saw it, and when the blond angel looked up at the starry sky, a wicked smile flashed in his eyes very quickly.

"I asked Angus to deliver a letter to Heaven for me at noon today," Metatron put away the aggrieved expression on his face and said, "Tomorrow morning, Heaven will send an angel to pick me up, and you want to go back to Heaven with me." ?"

"Go back by yourself, I will go back in a few days."

Metatron looked curious, "How many days? What's the matter with you staying in Mortal Realm?"

The blond angel stretched out his hand, patted Metatron's head twice, and said expressionlessly, "Good boy, don't worry about it."

"..."

After being dazed for a while, Metatron blushed instantly, slapped the table and stood up, growling shamefully, "Yawei!"

"Be careful, you will have to pay for damage to the table." The blond angel said calmly.

"You, you..." The finger pointing at the blond-haired angel trembled and trembled, and finally Metatron walked away with his sleeves, but the back was a little...

After the figure of Metatron could no longer be seen, a figure walked out from the shadows in the distance and walked up to the blond angel to salute. The blond angel was not surprised, and said calmly, "Sit."

Sitting on the wicker chair, the figure's voice was full of ridicule: "Did you just tease me, Father God?"

"What do you think?" The blond angel raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Who made him so cute."

"Pfft—" couldn't help laughing, "Metatron will be terrified when he finds out who you are."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

"..." I suddenly felt disillusioned, how can I break it!

The author has something to say:

The girls above!The author is in love with local tyrant girls!

How dare you be so swollen, Metatron!I want to tease me so much!

Does any girl know how to climb up the novice gold list?Suddenly seeing my essay on the novice gold list, I was a little flattered!