I want to have a date with Superman

After being patted on the dog's legs and kicked by God Boss, Harley felt depressed, so she randomly found a GCPD angel and asked him to take her back to No. 13 Baker Street.

Harry got into the kennel, held Duoduo and took a nap on the grass for three or four hours. When he woke up, he was ready to leave.

"I originally planned to place you in the Duke's Mansion on Heaven Mountain, but the lower heaven seems to be more lively."

Harley rubbed the dog's neck, looking hesitant.

Although the bottom paradise is called 'bottom', in Harley's opinion, the life here lives up to the name of paradise, with peace and tranquility, no fighting, and very suitable for dogs.

On the contrary, Paradise Mountain is extremely desolate. There are only two people, Richie and Fiora. They stay in the console all day long. If Duoduo goes away, they don't even have a companion.

Harley held its dog head and discussed: "Tiantian Mountain has been sparsely populated in the past few years. You might as well settle here first. If you miss me, go find the GCPD angels and ask them to take you to the gate of Tiantian Mountain and call me." video call?"

Duoduo tilted her head and thought for a while, nodded slightly, and then shook her head slightly.

It was a very confusing move, but Harley suddenly understood it. Duoduo agreed, but didn't know what to do.

She smiled slightly, spent 20,000 merit points, and exchanged a piece of Heavenly Silver dog tag with the inscription "Duke Harley Quinn's beloved dog Duoduo, address: No. 13 Baker Street."

"I will tell Gotha, who manages this neighborhood, that if you bite his trouser legs a few times, he will send you to Paradise Mountain."

Duoduo nodded repeatedly.

When she returned to Paradise Mountain to 'pick up the car', Harley was surprised to find that the angels seemed to be in a festive carnival, and the entire Silver City was boiling.

In the past, when I stood on the top of the 10,000-meter-high Heaven Mountain and looked around, I couldn't see even an angel, which made people mistakenly think that there were no angels in Silver City.

But now, there are groups of angels, hundreds of them, coming in and out, busy.

Each angel is like a shining silver star. The angels fly by like shooting stars across the sky. At this time, the sky is full of stars and shooting stars are everywhere.

Magnificent, magnificent and dazzling.

If every angel was replaced by a sword fairy, Baiyin City would be transformed into the ancient style of the celestial dynasty, and it would become a grand occasion for the immortal family to come to the court with thousands of immortals.

Harry observed carefully for a long time and found that all the angels had a common purpose: Limbo outside the 'Southern Gate' where Zauliel was stationed.

In Paradise Mountain, the scene of Limbo was not visible, and she had no idea what the angels were busy with, but Harry could vaguely guess that it was related to the coming of the Son of God.

At this moment in heaven, only this big event can be so big.

"The angels are arranging the ceremony to welcome the Son, whose coming will take place in the presence of all the angels."

Outside the Nantian Gate, Zaulie explained.

"When will it come?" Harley asked.

"The Holy Son was born at night last time, so this time it should be about the same time." After saying this, he turned to look at her sternly and said, "Why have you been so crazy lately, that you keep provoking the Archangel?

From last night to now, you have offended Gabriel badly, and you have offended the always gentle and humble Raphael.

You seem to be still clamoring on the streets of the lower heaven, wanting all the archangels in Silver City to hate you and compete with you? "

"I have always been honest and honest, and I never make enemies randomly. However, despite my reputation and good looks, a life that is too perfect can always make people jealous.

For example, Gabriel was jealous of my outstanding achievements in just a few years, killing demon kings many times, and being favored by God, so he took the initiative to interfere with me doing justice for heaven, upholding justice, and slaying demons.

For example, Raphael was jealous that I could make ordinary believers show signs of becoming holy with just a few words. He was also jealous that I was lucky enough to be able to pick up Tears of Perfection even while walking on the street.

Jealousy made them act crazy and taught the angels psychological distortions. I just passively resisted. " Harley sighed.

Zaulem said indifferently: "You are so shameless."

Looking at the angels all over the sky, Harley felt itchy. If they all stepped on her toes or competed with her, wouldn't the experience be increased slowly and directly increase to 100 levels?

Suddenly, something moved in her heart, and she said excitedly: "Boss Zauliel, can you introduce me to the Angel King Michael? I have a good 'national policy' that I want to report to him."

"Omaika, you don't even want to let go of Michael, the King of Angels?" Zaulie exclaimed.

The corner of Harley's mouth twitched, "What are you thinking? I really have something important to report."

Zaulie didn't think he was overreacting because the witch was notorious and notorious.

"What's the matter?" He looked at her warily.

"The arrival of the Holy Son is such a big event that a grand celebration must be held."

"Isn't it grand enough now? Angels in the entire Silver City will witness the arrival process." Zhaulie said.

"Of course it's not enough. We have to hold a program to welcome the new Son of God," Harley said with excitement, "For example, a martial arts tournament!"

This is heaven, everyone is either an angel or a saint. Today is the day when the Son of God comes. No one can die - even if that person is crazy about death - then she can be crazy about death.

Zaulie shook his head and said, "We are angels. Most of the celebrations involve gathering together to sing hymns, dance, and read the Bible. Only the barbaric Greek gods would engage in bloody fights from time to time."

"Oh, why are you more boring than the students in the monastery orphanage?" Just as she complained, Harley's eyes suddenly lit up, "The Greek gods in heaven often hold sports games? Can I participate?"

Zaulie sneered: "Anyone can participate, but you are responsible for life and death."

"Well, maybe I should first participate in the Amazon Games on Paradise Island and start from a low-level competition." Harley said thoughtfully.

Before leaving heaven, Harry took a special look at the venue where the angels were coming.

Singing indeed.

Countless angels surround a huge ring. In the center of the ring is a hexagram array (a triangle and an inverted triangle are combined to form a hexagram). The "▽" representing men and the "△" representing women are constantly combined and combined. separate.

Harley didn't understand it at first, but when she heard the lyrics of the angels and thought of what was about to happen, she started to blush for the angels.

It's so shameful, in public. It's like a human being making a fist with his left hand, leaving a hole in the fist, and the index finger of his right hand in the hole.

"What a damn good player!"

Harley drove the blimp and ran away.

She wanted to go back to pick up Ivy, Kitty, and Carlisle to watch the angels "sleep" together.

Back at Quinn Manor, it was still dark, around four or five in the morning. The lights inside the manor were dark, but the lights were on outside the manor. Several large trucks were loading the waste left behind by the old manor.

Harley had a good sleep in Duoduo's kennel, and now she was full of energy, so she went to the meditation room next to the bedroom.

He took out Perfect Tears from his pocket, 39 of them in total. They looked similar to Tears of Confession. They were both transparent and colorless, but they could shine in various colors under the light.

"Voice of the Sky, what's the use of this thing?" She lay on the blanket, her feet raised behind her, her chin resting on her left arm, and she fiddled with the crystals with her right hand.

"Perfect Tears embodies the most beautiful emotions of human beings. Holding them makes it easier to sense other people's positive emotions toward you, such as love, respect, liking, admiration, and friendship."

This piece of useless information cost Harry two thousand merit points.

"This is a great tool for making friends. You won't miss any friendly people."

Harley spent another ten thousand merit to string them together into a necklace with a chain forged from a small piece of N metal.

Well, the N metal came from the iron giant's corpse in the cave of Tiantian Mountain. Ten Thousand Merits was mainly spent on obtaining the material - Tianzhi Sheng used his own power to cut off a small piece of pure metal from its body surface.

"It's finally a holy relic, and it's so beautiful."

Harley happily put on her new necklace, took a selfie with her mobile phone, and posted it on her WeChat Moments.

"What kind of baby is this? It looks really beautiful." Mao Mao immediately replied with a message and added an envious and drooling picture.

"You haven't slept yet? By the way, where are you?" Harley asked curiously.

Mao Mao sent her a private message: "I helped Bateman guard the oil tanker at sea, the ship filled with fear gas.

I can't go home until Bateman's chemists figure out how to deal with this huge batch of poisonous gas. "

"I haven't asked yet, how did Bateman win the battle last night?"

Mao Mao said: "Mainly relying on deception. For example, he didn't have any antidote at all, but he deceived Lei Xiaogu that he had many.

He has been researching the antidote formula since the first time he saw you using fear gas seven years ago.

This is true.

But he didn't delve into it.

Like Lei Xiaogu, the problem of raw materials for mass production has not been solved.

The antidote that hit Wall Street last night was his entire inventory.

But he convinced Lei Xiaogu that hundreds of missiles loaded with antidotes were installed on the cruiser USS Minizi offshore. "

"Oh, the cruiser is a trap. The big explosion from Haikou killed the devil last night? What kind of bomb was used?" Harley asked in surprise.

Mao Mao said: "He spent a huge amount of money to quietly acquire holy relics and fragments of holy relics from all over the world.

Then melt those materials containing holy power and forge them into armor, shotguns, bullets, grenades, and even 'devil mines'.

The Demon Marquis stepped on the Demon Mine and was cut into seven or eight pieces by shrapnel.

He was still not dead at the time, so Bateman used the Holy Succe to blow out two of his eyes. "

Harry grinned, "It's such a waste to melt the holy relics to make bullets."

"He's not short of money."

"This is not a matter of more money and less money. There are only so many holy relics in the world. If you waste one, you will lose one." Harry sighed.

Mao Mao said: "There is no way. If mortals want to kill demons efficiently, they can only use this simple and crude method."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Then I have to know! Ever since I revealed the 'Anti-Harley Plan' to you, he has started hiding many things from me, and even secretly installed a Trojan in my helmet communicator.

I began to wonder if there was an "anti-Robin Cat plan" hidden in his dark and damp Batcave. "The kitten said angrily.

"I don't even need a plan to deal with you! I just put on my sleeping clothes and made you so sleepy that you didn't even know how to secretly install a Trojan horse in your helmet." Harley sneered.

The kitten made a few grinning and clawed expressions.

Then, she sent a begging emoji, saying: "Your necklace is so beautiful, can you give it to me as a Christmas gift?"

"You are so thick-skinned."

"Oh, you know, I have absolutely no resistance to beautiful jewelry. Is it a magic item? Where did it come from?"

Harley smiled and sent a photo, "I met your parents-in-law last night, and the necklace was a gift from them."

A photo of her with Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.

"Who is this?" Mao Mao did not recognize the young Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.

No wonder, she has never met a real person face to face, and the Waynes have been dead for almost nine years.

"Harry, how come you have this photo?" The kitten didn't react at all, but a certain bat who was diving got excited and called directly, "It didn't come from P!"

"You haven't slept yet?" Harley asked in surprise.

"I just woke up, please tell me what happened."

"What else can happen, I meet them on the road, then chat and take a photo."