Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Upon receiving the news, Metatron hurriedly pushed open the door of the palace hall. At first glance, he saw Gabriel leading a group of angels standing in the hall.

Gabriel's eyes lit up when he saw Metatron, and his smile froze on his face after seeing the three pairs of golden and black wings on Metatron's back.

Metatron quickly stepped forward and stopped in front of Gabriel. The two archangels looked at each other brightly for a while, and Gabriel stretched out his arms to give Metatron a big hug.

"It's fine, Meta." Holding his companion tightly, Gabriel whispered in Metatron's ear.

"What can I do." Metatron broke away from Gabriel's embrace and smiled, "I'm Metatron, what can those little black things in the Demon Realm do to me?"

Gabriel was a little annoyed, "It's okay? Look at your wings! Can this be called okay?! Go to the chapel with me immediately when you return to the heaven!"

Glancing at the pitted and ugly golden-black wings behind him, Metatron touched his nose guiltily, and whispered: "It's just that I accidentally fell into the way of those demons, and it will be fine soon."

"It's useless to tell me that," Gabriel laughed angrily, "Lucifer and the others are waiting for you in your palace, you should explain it to them when you get back!"

Metatron's expression froze, and he was about to cry.

Gabriel glared at him, then turned around and exchanged greetings with Angus, who was watching the play happily, "Your Majesty Angus, thank you so much this time..."

"Your Highness!" The seraph behind Gabriel finally couldn't help taking a step forward, looked at the wings behind Metatron with tears in his eyes, and looked at Metatron excitedly with tears in his eyes, " You have suffered! This is all my fault! If I had known earlier, my subordinates would have stopped you from leaving the heaven!"

Metatron patted Seraphim's head amusedly, and said helplessly: "I'm fine, Raguel, and I'll be back after raising feathers for a few days. And how can you blame me for this? I was too negligent "After finishing speaking, the corners of Metatron's mouth froze, thinking, why is this action so similar to what that guy did to himself last night...

Raguel, who was in agitation, didn't notice Metatron's strangeness, so he knelt down and hugged Metatron's waist with a plop, crying loudly: "Your Highness..."

Metatron covered Raguel's mouth, looked at the suppressed smiles of the elves around him and Angus, who was talking with Gabriel, glanced at the fun from time to time, and followed Gabriel The angel got up with a shameful expression and Gabriel's stiff smile.Suddenly, Metatron felt like crying.

"That's enough! Get up! If you want to kneel, you will be in the heavens. I don't mind kneeling however you want, but can you restrain yourself now? You will lose face to the mortal world!" Metatron lowered his head and said loudly. Gritting his teeth in Er's ear, he said in a low voice.

Raguel, who was hugging Metatron's waist, froze, and immediately got up from the ground three seconds later, wiped his face, and said calmly to Metatron, "Sorry, I was rude, please forgive me, Your Highness."

Metatron's face twitched, he didn't want to look at the expressions of the audience around him anymore, and said directly to Angus: "Thank you for bothering you for a long time, I'm going back to the Heaven Realm now, you are welcome to come to the Heaven Realm as a guest when you have time. "

"What's the matter." Angus smiled gracefully, "Then I won't see you off, and you can come to the elves if you have nothing to do."

Metatron put on the cloak that Gabriel handed over, and smiled at Angus: "Yes." After hesitating for a while, he asked again, "Where is Yawei? He...won't he come see me off?"

"I don't know where he is. Anyway, he is an angel. You will always meet in the heavens, won't you?" Angus smiled, looking at Metatron's emerald green eyes with deep pity , "I wish you a smooth life in the future."

"Huh?" Metatron wondered, why is this wish word so weird.

However, after saluting to Angus and saying his farewell words, Gabriel urged: "Meta, let's go, Lucifer and the others are waiting."

"..." Can I leave later?

Gabriel replied with pitying eyes: No!

The griffin carriage brought from the heavens was parked at the gate of the Elf Palace. After Metatron and Gabriel got into the carriage, Metatron stuck his head out of the window and smiled at Angus: "Goodbye, Angus, I will come to play often."

"You are welcome to come anytime." Angus also smiled at Metatron.

Seeing the car and a group of angels getting farther and farther away, and gradually disappearing into the sky, Angus turned his head and smiled: "Father God, why didn't you come out to see Metatron off, he just asked about you. "

"No need." The blond angel walked over slowly, "I don't want to appear in front of too many angels."

Angus saluted the blond angel, instead of kneeling, he just bent over, "Are you afraid of revealing your identity?"

"It is." The blond angel couldn't deny it.

"...You don't seem to be angry about Beria seriously injuring Metatron." Angus suddenly changed the subject.

The blond angel glanced at him, "You have become more courageous recently." You really dare to ask anything.

"Because Angus knows that even if Angus asks you, he won't be angry." Angus smiled with eyebrows curved, "Belia seriously injured Metatron, Angus thought you would punish Beria Woolen cloth."

"You think too much." After leaving these words, the blond angel disappeared in place.

Angus was stunned for a moment, stood there for a long time before walking into the palace with a lonely face.

I left so soon, and I don’t know when Father God will come again...

The griffin carriage went straight to the eighth heaven of heaven and stopped at the gate of Metatron's palace.

Metatron got down from the carriage and looked at his palace, the uneasiness in his heart finally dissipated, and he felt completely relaxed.

Gabriel pulled Metatron's sleeve and walked in: "Go directly to your bathroom, the bath that Messiah gave you is filled with holy water, and is waiting for you to come back for purification."

Metatron stopped abruptly and looked at him stiffly. Gabriel was stunned for a while, then laughed with a "poof", and said, "Aren't you shy? You are all companions, what are you afraid of? Let's go!"

Metatron was half-dragged and dragged into the bathroom by Gabriel. When he looked over, he saw five pairs of eyes staring at him. Metatron's entire scalp was numb, so he shook off Gabriel. Lie's hand wanted to escape, but he strangled his neck, and someone grabbed the cloak and hat behind him.

Lucifer, who was holding on to Metatron's cloak hat, gave a sinister smile, "You still want to escape in front of me? No way! Michael, Gabriel, help me take off his clothes and throw them into the pool!"

Michael's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked over excitedly sharpening his knife; the corners of Gabriel's mouth seemed to twitch, and he looked at Lucifer helplessly, expressing that he was not interested in picking off his companion's clothes.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Metatron became anxious when he heard that, he took off his cloak and turned his back against the door, clutching the neckline with both hands, flushing like a little girl who was molested by hooligans in the street for fear of being stained He looked at his six companions in panic and vigilance, "I'll take it off myself! You all get out!"

Except for Gabriel who had already seen it, the rest of the archangels were startled when they saw Metatron's wings, and their expressions were ugly.

Regardless of Metatron's struggle, Lucifer directly stepped forward and stretched out his hands with an ugly face to unbutton Metatron's neckline. The angel's most important wings are all like this, who knows if there will be other wounds on his body.

Being forcefully unbuttoned by Lucifer, Metatron's eyes suddenly burst into deep fear, and he struggled to growl: "Let go of me! Lucifer!"

"Don't make trouble, Metatron!" Lucifer's tone was also very bad. Anyone who found out that his companion was seriously injured would have a bad tone, "Let me see if you have any other injuries."

"Enough! Let go!" Metatron roared and pushed Lucifer away violently with all his strength, Lucifer was pushed back a few steps and almost fell down.

After standing firmly, Lucifer frowned and looked at Metatron, and the other archangels also looked at Metatron blankly, surprised that Metatron was so resistant.

Born together, grown up together, and managed the heaven together, the seven of them have lived like this for tens of thousands of years. The seven of them are inseparable. Which of the seven of them has never seen the body of the other?Even the archangel needs to be baptized, and the only one who can baptize the archangel is the archangel, even Lucifer is naked in front of his companions.In fact, whichever archangel baptizes the other six will go to watch, even if they are revenged afterwards, it is worth it, so they will not feel embarrassed or embarrassing if they take off their clothes in front of their companions.

Metatron used to be very relaxed in front of his companions, and the neat look when he took off his clothes made the onlookers feel very boring, but now...

Clutching the neckline that had been untied with one hand, Metatron was panting, lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyes so that the archangels could not see his emotions, and the hand holding the neckline was so tight trembling.

"...Meta? What's wrong with you?" Lucifer felt a "thump" in his heart when he saw Metatron's appearance, and said worriedly, wanting to approach him.

"Don't come here!" Metatron still lowered his head, "You all go out, I can purify the holy water myself."

Now all the archangels are worried, this reaction...is really not right.

The archangels glanced at each other, and Lucifer glanced at Metatron, who was obviously out of mood, thought for a moment, and then said: "Okay, then we all go out, but you have to do the holy water purification."

"……Um."

Raphael was the last one to come out of the bathroom. After closing the door, he looked at the door worriedly, "Meta... is he really alright?"

How could it be okay!

All the archangels were troubled.

The bathroom is large, and the bathtub is also very wide. It is a prototype small swimming pool with a diameter of two meters.

The pale golden water rippled in the bath, and Metatron squatted by the pool looking at the clear and holy water with no expression on his face, without any intention of going into the water.

Closing his eyes, Metatron stood up, and put his slender fingers on the buttons below the neckline. After hesitating for a long time, Metatron trembled and undid the buttons.

As long as you start, it will be much better later.

White fingers unbuttoned the clothes one by one, starting from the collarbone, then to the chest, then to the lower abdomen, and then to...

The white robe with elf characteristics was thrown to the ground; after a while, the middle coat slid to the feet; after a while of friction between the clothes and the flesh, the thin inner lining also fell to the ground; finally, even the trousers They all appeared on the pile of clothes on the ground.

Metatron's entire angel submerged in the pool water. The large amount of light power contained in the holy water relieved the pain inside his body a little, and Metatron couldn't help but sighed comfortably.

Pushing back the wet hair sticking to his neck, Metatron lay on his stomach by the bath, resting his chin on his arm and squinting his eyes comfortably.

The wings behind him gradually heated up, and Metatron lay on the edge of the pool for a long time before turning around and walking to the center of the pool to kneel.

Kneeling on his knees, with his upper body straight, Metatron folded his hands together to hold the pale golden pool of water, raised it high above his head, then tilted his hands slightly, and poured the pale golden holy water from the top of his head, chanting softly hymn.

The three pairs of golden and black wings soaked in the holy water on the back slowly stretched out, the stretching movement suddenly paused, and stretched to the extreme in an instant!

The light golden water droplets thrown into the air by the wings shone a little light, and then fell back into the pool water like rain, and the three pairs of wings that were completely stretched stopped like this.

The soft chanting did not stop, Metatron lowered his eyes halfway, with a pious and soft expression, took up the holy water with both hands and poured it from the top of his head again, Metatron closed his eyes and felt the holy water with a strong bright breath from it. The top of his head fell, passed over his face, and then followed the skin texture across his neck, chest, lower abdomen... Finally, he merged with the pool water below him again.

After repeating the above action for the third time, Metatron closed his eyes and clasped his fingers in front of his chest. The chanting in his mouth never stopped. The soft and pious chanting echoed in the bath with a bright breath until the chanting was over. At the last word of the chant, Metatron slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes trembling with water droplets, and the water droplets fell into the pool water, making small water waves.

Exhaling a foul breath, Metatron felt very comfortable, both physically and mentally.

Soaking his body up to his chin, Metatron leaned back lazily by the bath and yawned feeling sleepy, but for the sake of beautiful wings, Metatron thought it would be better to soak for a longer time.

But it would be even better if the holy water was hot...

Metatron thought half asleep.

"Hey——!!"

Suddenly hearing a loud noise, Metatron was so frightened that the entire angel slipped into the water and drowned. Immediately, all sleepiness disappeared, and he glared at the door, cursing: "Who! Don't you know who knocked? Demolish the house?!"

Michael, who directly pushed the locked door open with brute force, said aggrievedly: "...I have someone knocking on the door."

Choking, Metatron rolled his eyes, "I didn't hear that! Now—close the door for me and go out!"

Michael was also angry, "You think I'm willing to come in, I just came to see you and haven't come out for so long, I just want to come to see you because I'm afraid you will fall into the pool and drown!"

Seeing the archangels gathered behind Michael, Metatron's eyes darkened, and he took off the dirty clothes that had been taken off by the pool and covered his body, "Okay, this is my own palace. Chizi, what can be the matter? Close the door!"

After a pause, he said again: "By the way, by the way, it's from the new set of clothes in my dormitory. I forgot to bring a change of robe."

The archangels who heard it: "..."

The exquisite wooden door was closed again, and Metatron threw the dirty clothes on his body to the side of the bath, his handsome face was dark and unclear.

The self who was tied to the torture rack, the torn belt, and the hand that stretched into the robe, were as cold as a corpse, bit by bit in the robe, touching from the chest to the shoulders, and then From the shoulders to touch the chest little by little, and then slowly slide down to the lower abdomen...

Metatron couldn't bear it anymore, he retched while leaning on the pool wall, tears came out of his vomiting.

After finally stopping his retching, Metatron panted heavily, his hands slowly curled up into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, and pale golden blood dripped drop by drop from his palms.

"...Belia...heh!"

Metatron sneered, and for the first time, such deep hatred and anger appeared on his handsome face.

"I remember you, Beria!"