Super God: Give the Demon Queen Trouble Every Day

"Angel Yan, why are you helping the devil!?"

There was disbelief and deep confusion in Leng's voice. She couldn't understand why an angel who was supposed to be the guardian of justice would choose to associate with the devil.

They are fellow angels and should fight against evil together.

However, Yan stood firmly on the side of the devil.

Hearing this, Yan's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and she responded coldly: "What angel Yan! I am the devil Yan!"

"I never considered myself one of you."

Her tone was firm and resolute, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, full of resistance to her identity as an angel.

Deep in Yan's heart, the image of the angel had long been distorted by Morgana's words.

What she heard was the selfishness and hypocrisy of the angels. These negative impressions were like a thick fog, obscuring her identification with and sense of belonging to the angel community.

The freedom and depravity of demons, on the contrary, became an irresistible attraction for her, especially her experience of being raised by demons in Kunsa, which made her develop a deep affection for demons.

Looking at Yan Leng with a frown, she felt as if Yan was blinded by some force, and the words he said were so extreme and reckless.

She wanted to refute, wanted to awaken the angelic heart deep in Yan, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know where to start.

After all, Yan is her fellow disciple and the child of Teacher Yutong. She cannot act rashly, let alone hurt her.

But Leng really wanted to know what Yan was talking about?

Have you really lost your mind?

However, Leng decided to bring the news back to Tiancheng and inform the teacher.

Despite this, Yan's behavior still annoyed Leng, especially his arrogant and conceited face, which made people feel dissatisfied when they saw it.

"Yan, wake up! You are an angel, you have angel blood flowing in your veins, and your mission is to protect justice and peace!"

Leng tried to use reason to sober up Yan, but Yan seemed to be overwhelmed by anger and prejudice and simply refused to listen.

"I know!" Yan interrupted her impatiently, "So what? I hate you hypocritical angel faces. The justice you speak of is nothing but an excuse for self-promotion!"

Yan suddenly became excited, and her voice echoed on the battlefield, filled with dissatisfaction and anger towards the angel race.

"Do you know that the teacher has been looking for you and she has never given up on you!" Leng mentioned Yutong again, hoping to touch Yan's heartstrings.

But Yan just sneered, a complex emotion flashed across his eyes, and then he became cold and resolute.

"Don't mention her to me! I don't want to hear it! I am the devil Yan now. I only belong to the devil camp and have nothing to do with angels anymore!" There was a hint of determination in Yan's tone, as if he had no attachment to Yutong.

Leng looked at Yan's stubborn and provocative eyes, and the anger in his heart was almost unsuppressible.

She really wanted to take action immediately and use force to make Yan wake up, but reason told her that doing so would only make the situation worse.

His hands clenched unconsciously, and the itchy feeling became more and more intense, as if he would rush up and punch Yan at the next moment.

Yan's words made Leng even more angry. She thought that Yan not only lacked basic manners, but also had no idea how to respect others.

"Yan, don't you really want to go back to Tiancheng? Don't you want to see your mother?" Leng tried to persuade Yan in a gentle tone, but his inner dissatisfaction was difficult to conceal.

However, Yan's answer was as cold as ice, chilling to the bone.

I only heard Yan sneer: "Oh, mother? Where was that so-called mother when I needed her the most? She abandoned me and left me to fend for myself. Does she deserve it?"

Yan's feelings for Yutong are extremely weak, and it can even be said that he has no feelings at all.

In her memory, there was almost no trace of Yutong, and she didn't even know what she looked like.

Morgana never mentioned to Yan his similar physical features to Yutong because she thought it was unimportant.

Besides, Yan himself had no interest in this, so Morgana naturally wouldn't bother with it.

Yan looked at Leng and seemed to have something to say, so he swung the sword in his hand impatiently and said loudly: "That hypocritical angel who abandoned her husband and daughter is not worthy of being my mother!"

"I only have one mother, and that is Morgana, the Demon King!"

Yan's words revealed a kind of determination and fanaticism, as if she had been completely brainwashed by Morgana's thoughts, and completely regarded herself as a member of the devil, drawing a clear line between herself and the angel race.

When Leng heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't believe her ears, and she couldn't believe that Yan would say such a thing.

Recognize the Demon Queen as your mother?

This is absolutely ridiculous!

She couldn't understand why Yan was so crazy that he identified the Demon Queen Morgana as his mother, even at the cost of drawing a line between himself and his biological mother Yutong.

Leng widened his eyes and looked at Yan in disbelief, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

"You...are you crazy?" Leng's voice trembled. She wanted to scold Xingyan, but she didn't know where to start.

She knew that Yan had been blinded by hatred and prejudice, and perhaps her mind had been twisted to the extreme.

Yan looked at Leng's indifferent expression and couldn't help feeling a little disdainful in his heart, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

She originally thought that angels were extremely powerful, but after fighting with the first few angels, she found that these so-called angels were only so powerful, which really disappointed her.

This huge contrast in cognition made Yan's awe of angels disappear completely, and was replaced by contempt and disdain.

"Humph, ignorant!" Yan shook his head contemptuously, as if he was laughing at Leng's ignorance and stupidity. "In this universe, only by believing in my mother, Queen Morgana, can you obtain true immortality and power!"

Yan suddenly had an idea and felt that he had to promote Morgana on the battlefield, so he deliberately said loudly: "Believe in my mother and you will have eternal life!"

When these words came out, Leng was stunned. She couldn't understand why Yan would say such a thing.

In her eyes, Yan had gone crazy and completely lost his mind.

Leng was shocked and disappointed by Yan's words and actions. She even began to consider whether she should report the matter to the teacher and clean up the mess for him.

In her opinion, Yan has been corrupted by the devil's thoughts and is no longer suitable to stay in the angel camp.

However, just as Leng was immersed in his own thoughts, Yan's shout broke the silence.

"Hey! That shorty with twin ponytails!"

There was a hint of teasing and provocation in Yan's voice, and she seemed to enjoy seeing Leng being irritated.

Leng came back to his senses and his face turned pale instantly when he heard Yan shouting this insulting name.

She suddenly raised her head and glared at Yan, her eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

"Who did you call a dwarf?" Her voice was sharp and angry, as if she wanted to tear Yan into pieces.

"Whoever agrees will be called!"

Yan shrugged nonchalantly. She did feel that Leng was much shorter than her, and she thought such a title was just a harmless joke.

However, Leng, like Shi Bing, was very sensitive when others mentioned her height, which undoubtedly ignited her inner anger.

"It's still a double ponytail. It doesn't look good at all. It's so ugly."

Yan thought it was fun to provoke Leng, especially when he saw Leng getting angry in front of him, it made him even cuter!

Leng was completely enraged. She no longer hesitated and rushed towards Yan with a flash.

She knew that she had to teach Yan a profound lesson today to let her know the consequences of betraying an angel!

"I'm ugly?!"

"Today I'm going to beat you so hard that your own mother won't even recognize you!"