Who made you not earnestly create the world!

In this report, Metatron’s statement was no different from what he said to the Archangels before, and he didn’t mention what Beria did to him or Beria’s original identity at all.

And the silver-haired god was also very straightforward, letting them go after listening to it, even though Lucifer wanted to go up the stairs very much, it was a pity that the silver-haired god didn't give him a chance The two archangels threw it out.

During the whole process, Metatron was uncharacteristically smiling all the time calmly, completely without his usual laughing appearance.

Lucifer looked at Metatron, very worried.

As if he didn't feel Lucifer's worried eyes on him, Metatron saluted Lucifer with a smile and said, "Then I'll go to the palace of the eighth heaven, Lucifer." The blackness of his current wings has not faded, and he cannot appear in front of other angels for the time being. His current work is all in the charge of Raguel and Beelzebub who was allocated to help. It was only when the documents were confirmed and signed that the two angels brought the documents to ask for instructions.

"Go." Lucifer sighed, nodded, "Samail told me before that he would visit you in the afternoon."

"Oh, I see."

Separated from Lucifer, Metatron walked casually on the road to the eighth heaven alone, when he saw Gabriel's palace in the distance, Metatron paused, and then thought of Gabriel The palace walked past.

In front of Gabriel's palace is a sea of ​​flowers. Looking from a distance, the colorful sea of ​​flowers is like a piece of colorful cloth with a little light, but when the wind blows, countless petals are spun and blown into the air like colorful flowers. Floating down gently like snow, the beauty is like an illusory mirage.

Metatron stood in front of the sea of ​​flowers, but looked at the big tree beside the sea of ​​flowers. He suddenly smiled, in a daze.

He suddenly remembered that the first rest meeting of the seven archangels was held here 100 years after the creation of the world. After that time, the relationship between the seven archangels, who were originally rusty and indifferent, began to really improve, and in the long years that followed, it became what it is today... There is no taboo.

Speaking of which, he was the one who suggested that meeting, and urged Michael to ask Lucifer to agree. That time, Father God intervened before Lucifer agreed, and he was beaten by Lucifer. A meal, but in retrospect, that meal was really not a loss.

At that time, Gabriel pointed to Huahai and said that he would build his own palace here, but now he actually built it here; Michael said that he would put a lot of crystal lamps in his palace. Michael’s current The palace is indeed full of crystal lamps, but most of them are from the messiah’s palace, because the messiah will be black every time he sees Michael coming to his palace; Raphael said to He also built a study in his palace like the library of the Heavenly Kingdom Academy. The books in Raphael's current study are almost comparable to those in the library, and most of them are written by himself.

What about him?He... seems to have never wanted anything, wanted to achieve anything.

Metatron squatted down, folded his hands on his knees and stared at the flowers in front of him blankly, as if he was thinking about something, or something was in a daze and then

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Was slapped into the sea of ​​flowers.

Metatron, who was photographed and fell into the sea of ​​flowers, was lying on the soft sea of ​​flowers with a dull face, unable to recover. It took a long time for the warm brown eyes to gradually gather the spirit, but it was the flames of anger.

Metatron stood up abruptly, just about to yell who attacked him, but when he saw the familiar blond angel looking at him expressionlessly, the anger in Metatron's heart disappeared instantly. He turned his head, scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "It's you..."

"Why are you staring blankly here? If you like the flowers here, you can pick them directly. Is it necessary to keep staring at them?" The blond angel looked at Metatron expressionlessly, "Is it possible that you have a crush on Gabay?" Column, so facing Hua Sichun in front of his palace?"

"...Secret love..." Metatron almost choked, and immediately blew up, "You are the one who has a crush on Gabriel! Your whole family misses spring!"

Strictly speaking, you are also within the scope of my family.

Inwardly complaining, the blond angel squinted at Metatron, "What else are you doing here in a daze? Could it be that the sea of ​​flowers here in Gabriel is particularly beautiful?"

"None of your business!" With a snort, Metatron walked out of the sea of ​​flowers.

"Where?"

Metatron said without looking back, "Where I go is none of your business!"

"If you go back to the palace, can I go with you?"

"Huh?" Metatron paused, turned around and asked, "What are you doing in my palace?"

The blond angel stood in front of the sea of ​​flowers, with his head slightly lowered, the bangs on his forehead covered his eyes, and the shadow of the bangs almost covered half of his face. Although his voice was still cold and indifferent, he said softly, as if disturbed : "Besides the Great Cathedral, there is no place for me in the heavens, so I don't know where to go."

In his image, the blond angel has always been so indifferent, cool, domineering, expressionless yet aloof, such a fragile appearance makes Metatron's heart tremble, and he blurted out: "Then you go to my place alright."

Hearing this sentence, the blond angel immediately raised his head, raised his expressionless face and said indifferently: "Oh, then lead the way."

Metatron: "..."

——Damn it! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

On the way to his palace, Metatron suddenly remembered that the first time he saw the blond angel was in front of the sea of ​​flowers in Gabriel's palace.

There are not many angels in the palace of Metatron, and they are basically on duty. More angels come to clean the palace regularly and leave immediately after cleaning. Not only the palace of Metatron, but all the angels built in The palace of the eighth heaven is like this, so the palace is extraordinarily cold and silent.

But for the archangels, this is even better. After all, the Eighth Heaven is only a palace for their rest and life, and what they usually stay the longest is the palace for their work.In terms of life, they have powerful holy power and don't need too many angels to serve them, and they are more willing to do it themselves instead of being served by other angels like disabled people. Their basic requirement for angels is to clean up the palace Neat is fine.

This also led to the disappointment of those angels who worshiped the archangels so much and wanted to go to the palace of the eighth heaven to serve the archangels at close range every day.

Metatron brought the blond angel to the main hall. He sat down on the soft chair, put his chin on his hand and asked lazily, "Do you live in the Great Cathedral?"

The blond angel naturally sat across from Metatron, nodded, "That's right."

"No, I haven't seen you in the Great Sepulcher." Metatronahan, Leviathan also always stays in the Great Sepulcher, almost making a nest in the Great Sepulcher, going ten times The Cathedral had seen her at least five times, but he had never seen the blond angel once.

"It's not surprising." The blond angel looked at Metatron expressionlessly, "I just don't want to go ahead."

Metatron choked, rolled his eyes and ignored it, anyway, God the Father didn't say anything, and he has no right to control this "angel" whose name is not listed in the holy book, and this "angel" still lives in the cathedral.

"The wings are not ready yet?" The blond angel looked behind Metatron.

"How can it be so fast." Metatron yawned, got up and asked, "I'm going back to my room to rest, and I don't have time to entertain you. Do you want to stay here and read or go out?"

"Let's read a book."

"Then come with me."

Leading the blond angel to a room, Metatron opened the door, and inside was a study room, with a wall of bookshelves on one wall of the room, and the bookshelves were filled with books.

Metatron lazily said to the blond angel: "This is my study room. You can read the books in it. You can just leave when you don't want to read them. You don't need to ask me to say goodbye. That's it, I'm going to rest .”

After speaking, Metatron turned around and left.

"Wait." The blond angel stretched out his hand and pulled Metatron's back collar, and Metatron was almost strangled by the collar.

"What are you doing?!" Metatron panted angrily, clutching his neck.

"This is for you." The blond angel turned a blind eye to Metatron's anger and took out a delicate little cloth bag.

Metatron looked at the beautiful little cloth bag in his hand and asked strangely: "What is this?"

"Sachet." The blond angel said lightly, "It contains dried flowers of Moonlight Grass. The fragrance of Moonlight Grass has the effect of calming the mind and sleeping. Putting this beside the bed will help you rest better."

Holding it and smelling it, it was indeed the strong smell of moonshine grass. Metatron looked at the blond angel with a strange expression, "You still do this?" No matter how you look at it, this blond angel doesn't seem to be interested in flowers and plants. The look of interest.

The blond angel's expression remained unchanged, "The elf king gave it to Angus."

This is real, this sachet was really given by the Elf King, but he added something else.

"Really? Thank you." Shrugging, Metatron didn't ask any more questions, and turned to leave again.

But this time, the blond angel just watched Metatron's back disappear around the corner with calm eyes.

Back in the dormitory, he changed into a comfortable nightgown. Metatron lay down on his soft and comfortable big bed. His knee-length warm brown hair was messily spread on the pure white and spotless sheets. He stared straight at the curtains on the bed above his head, feeling no sleepiness or drowsiness at all.

……can not fall asleep.

Sighing, Metatron pulled off the quilt and covered himself in depression, adjusted a comfortable posture and closed his eyes.After a long time, Metatron opened his eyes again. There was no mist in the warm brown eyes, but clear and clear, but they were full of depression.

Turning over, Metatron was about to close his eyes but saw the small cloth bag on the bedside table.

Rest in peace.

Thinking of the messy things in his sleep yesterday, Metatron hesitated, but reached out and took the sachet.

Opening the sachet, Metatron carefully checked the sachet, and found that it was really just some sun-dried moonshine grass, and then carefully checked it three times with divine magic. After discovering any problems, Metatron put the sachet by his pillow.

The strong fragrance of moonshine permeated his nose, and Metatron adjusted his posture, thinking that even if this sachet does not have the effect of calming the mind and sleeping, it will be fine if it is usually left on, at least it feels good to fall asleep with the fragrance.

Thinking about it, Metatron's eyelids gradually closed, and they never opened as before.

So hot……

Metatron became irritable, and wanted to lift the quilt in a hazy state of consciousness, but found that he could not move. I can't even lift my eyelids!

This sense of being conscious and physically complete but completely out of control made Metatron panic.

But in the next moment, Metatron clearly felt the quilt being lifted off his body, and then heard the rubbing sound of the cloth.Then, there was a weight beside him, as if someone was sitting next to him.

Metatron's heart trembled, and the fear in his heart deepened. He tried his best to open his eyes, but found in despair that he couldn't even open his eyelids.

Suddenly his waist loosened, and Metatron knew that his belt had been untied.

Metatron felt like he was going crazy!He gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, if it wasn't for his inability to move, if it wasn't for the large amount of dark energy in his body blocking the self-explosion system of the core core, even if he didn't kill the guy who touched his bed, he would definitely blew himself up and died with this guy !

It's a pity that even though Metatron tried his best, he still couldn't open his eyelids or lift his fingers.Feeling that his nightgown was pulled away, and his chest and lower abdomen were directly in contact with the air, Metatron panicked to the extreme. If his body was not out of control, he would definitely tremble now.

The chest that was exposed in the air touched the warm hands, and then he weighed heavily on his body, Metatron could feel that guy covering his body, the other's face was very close to his own, so close The breath of the other party is intertwined with his breath.

This is the first time that Metatron has had such "close contact" with people. He thought that after experiencing Beria's incident, he would feel disgusted by other people's touch, such as when Lucifer forcibly unbuttoned himself yesterday. I couldn't bear it, but now, being enveloped by the other party's cold and clean breath, I didn't feel sick.

Metatron felt surprised, maybe because the other party's aura was too cold and clean, the panic in Metatron's heart was not so severe.

Feeling that the other person pressed his forehead against his, and that warm hand began to draw something on his chest, Metatron gritted his teeth in his heart.

What the hell is this guy up to? !

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the girl above for the reward!mwah!

Mehta thumped the table and cried: "For God's sake, I'm the one who gets molested every time!"

Author: Who made you so cute, wow~~

Cough cough, well, back to the topic.

In addition, the editors of jj are really good. They restrict the author to write some things for the author's benefit. After all, many people like to complain to the Internet police. It is better to be locked by their own website than to be accused one day. Go drink tea with Uncle Police, shall we?After all, it is impossible to write about that clearly now, even if it is Qing Shui.

Girls, have you tried ghost press?The author has tried it a few times, and every time he wants to wake up after sleeping for a long time, but he can’t move. He is obviously very conscious, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t even move your fingers. You can’t control it like a vegetable The feeling of my own body is really scary.