Master, I really don't want to lay eggs!

People all over the world know that Eason Jiang had a very dark and absurd teenage years.

Jiang Yingzheng's identity is extremely embarrassing. His parents died early and he lost his parents when he was young.In the family, he is a "hybrid", a person who is excluded by the family and does not receive any care. Outside, he has the blood of the Gion family. The forces that are hostile to the Gion family have no choice but to take care of the heavily protected direct descendants, so they will use their brains Move to him.

He had been kidnapped at least three times since he remembered the incident. Although the Gion family was reluctant to spend money to redeem his life in the end, the young Jiang Yingzheng also suffered a lot.

Later, he wandered the streets all day long, ganged up with black people, fought, robbed, smoked marijuana, and completely turned himself into a decadent and useless little waste, and those who stared at him finally stopped thinking.

Jiang Yingzheng was living a day without tomorrow until one day, he was squatting at the entrance of a dark alley in NY City, smoking a cigarette with a few gangsters, and looking for any "fat sheep" nearby that he could grab. Rob.

Jiang Yingzheng remembered that the moonlight was very good that night. There were no lights in the dark alley, but the moonlight illuminated the whole alley. This was a bit of a headache for the gangsters who were going to rob. Not suitable for doing bad things!

Jiang Yingzheng, who was the first to stand up, threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on it hard. He patted his buttocks, turned around and said to a few friends: "I can't do it tonight, so I'm leaving first." go.

Jiang Yingzheng recently found a good place. There is a villa built in the middle of the mountain that has been vacant all the time. The owner does not know who it is, and he doesn't even install a surveillance camera. After several days of observation, Jiang Yingzheng is sure that the place is very safe. Doves occupy the magpie's nest and come here to spend the night every night.

The decoration of the villa is very luxurious, with all kinds of furniture and electrical appliances, but Jiang Yingzheng dare not even turn on the lights, for fear of using electricity to attract the attention of the owner or the electricity.He parked the locomotive at the corner of the villa, hid the car under the cover of lush bushes, climbed over the large carved iron gate, swaggered all the way through the hall, and finally found a key under the carpet outside the main house of the villa.This series of movements of his is smooth and smooth, very handy, after all, he has been living like this every night recently.

He kicked off his shoes at the entrance, walked in barefoot, and threw himself heavily on the soft white sofa in the living room.He stretched himself, found a comfortable position to nest up, and closed his eyes to get a good night's sleep.

"Wow--"

"Huh-huh--"

Jiang Yingzheng opened his eyes suddenly, the sound of water came from the back of the house, there was a huge swimming pool there - someone swimming?The owner of the room is back!

Jiang Yingzheng quickly turned over and got off the ground, and ran towards the door with his waist down. The next moment, the room was brightly lit, and Jiang Yingzheng instinctively closed his eyes, only to hear a voice like ice and broken jade: "Who are you?" ?”

It was the voice of a young man, and Jiang Yingzheng's mind was spinning rapidly. Hearing the voice, this person was about the same age as himself. It would not be difficult to run away after knocking down the other party. After he got used to the light and opened his eyes, he could see clearly After the person in front of him, he almost stopped breathing.

The boy in front of him seemed to have stepped out of a painting. His white skin was as transparent as ice and snow, his ice blue eyes were like bright sapphires, and his soft blond hair hung down on his forehead. He was naked and stood barefoot on the floor of the living room. In front of the big window, water dripped from his body, forming a shallow eddy around his feet.

Behind the boy, there was a pair of huge white wings flapping slightly.

He tilted his head slightly, looked at the dumbfounded Jiang Yingzheng suspiciously, and asked again: "Who are you?"

Jiang Yingzheng opened his mouth, and managed to find his voice: "I, my name is EasonJiang..., you, who are you?"

"I'm Eleven. This house belongs to my father. How did you get in?" Eleven didn't look angry, but asked Jiang Yingzheng curiously.

Jiang Yingzheng blushed, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look forward at all: "You, you put on your coat first, clothes..."

Eleven looked at Jiang Yingzheng, then looked down at himself, he whispered something that Jiang Yingzheng couldn't understand, and the next moment, a set of clothes exactly like Jiang Yingzheng appeared on him.

Jiang Yingzheng pinched his thigh severely and grinned in pain, only then was he sure that he was not dreaming.

Eleven asked for the third time: "How did you get in? This house is not accessible to ordinary people."

"I..." The little gangster Jiang Ying was doing all kinds of crimes by stealing, cheating, robbing, but now he blushed and said in shame, "I saw that there was no one in this house, so... I came to sleep... I, I didn't move anything, I just slept on the sofa! "

The young man stepped forward, his sea-clear blue eyes looked at Jiang Yingzheng up and down. He took a step forward, and Jiang Yingzheng retreated awkwardly. As soon as he stepped back, Jiang Yingzheng's back heel was against the sofa leg, and he fell on his back down.With one hand propped on the carpet, his waist was bent into a bow, and this action exposed the ornaments he wore around his neck.

Eleven bent down and got closer and closer to him. Jiang Yingzheng finally couldn't hold it anymore, and as soon as he let go, he sank into the sofa. Eleven suddenly stretched out his hand to him, and his cold fingertips touched the skin on Jiang Yingzheng's neck, warm , like a weak current flowing.

Jiang Yingzheng was tongue-tied: "You you...what are you doing?"

Eleven pulled out the ornament tied with the black rope, and a small wooden sword caught his eyes. The young man looked at it carefully, and the blue light in his eyes flickered slightly.

He suddenly said: "So you are the son of my father's benefactor, no wonder you can enter this house."

"What, what benefactor?"

"I don't know the specifics," Eleven straightened up, "but my father told me that if you meet someone wearing this holy sword, you should repay him. Do you have anything you want?"

Jiang Yingzheng had a Chinese knot in his mind at the moment, and Eleven's words made him confused.

"I am a holy angel, and so is my father. After he retired, I took his place." Eleven sat cross-legged at the foot of the sofa and looked at Jiang Yingzheng with her chin in her hand. "I came down this time to kill a fallen man." Angel, until I find him, I will live here, you can think about it slowly."

"Thinking, thinking about what?"

"Think about what you want," Eleven said, plucking a feather from the wing behind her and holding it in her palm.

Jiang Yingzheng felt himself trembling: "You, you pull out like this, no, doesn't it hurt?"

"One thing," Eleven blew on the feather in his palm, and the feather instantly turned into a stack of banknotes, and he handed it over, "Don't you mortals like this the most? Do you want it?"

Jiang Ying was staring at the stack of money, but for some reason, he couldn't feel any ecstasy in his heart. His mind was full of the image of Eleven pulling the feathers from his wings.

Seeing him not moving, Eleven suddenly clapped his hands in a flash of inspiration and said, "Ah, I thought of it, I can help you cure your stuttering!"

Jiang Yingzheng's thoughts were instantly replaced by embarrassment: "I'm not stuttering!"

"Okay," Eleven said noncommittally, lying down on the carpet, the huge white wings folded up, covering him completely inside, like a soft and white quilt, his voice came muffled from the wings, "I'm going to bed, you can stay here and do what you want."

Jiang Yingzheng couldn't sleep anymore.

The next day was sunny, Eleven opened her wings and saw Jiang Ying sitting on the carpet staring at his ecstatic face.

Seeing Eleven woke up, Jiang Yingzheng was startled. He hurriedly wanted to get up, but fell down again with an "ah" sound. It turned out that he had sat all night and his legs were numb.

Eleven found it very interesting, and looked at him with a smile. The morning light reflected on his fair and clear face, as if coating him with a layer of holy light, and Jiang Yingzheng blushed again inexplicably.

He waited for the numbness to pass, and stood up awkwardly: "I, I..."

Jiang Yingzheng took a deep breath, trying to speak well, so that Eleven couldn't think that he was stuttering again: "I'm going first, thank you for taking me in."

"Huh?" Eleven looked up at him, "Don't you have nowhere to go? I'm in a lot of trouble here." He flapped his wings, "It's okay at night, I can't go out in this state during the day, you can stay here Help me? I need to eat."

Jiang Yingzheng was surprised: "Can't your wings be retracted?" Isn't the angel in the movie free to retract and expand its wings?

Eleven pursed her lips, and stared at Jiang Yingzheng with dissatisfied blue eyes: "I'm just a new holy angel, and my mana is not strong enough, but one day, I will become a great Archangel!"

"Ah, your dream is great, and it will definitely come true!" Jiang Yingzheng said shyly.

Then a human being and a holy angel began a cohabitation life.

After eating every day, Eleven sat cross-legged on the carpet, with a bark-covered booklet on his knees, either chanting words or dancing with his hands. Jiang Yingzheng leaned over to take a look curiously once, and the paper was full of things he couldn't understand. Singular symbols.

Then he watched as Eleven plucked out another feather of his own, muttered a mantra, and the feather turned into a ball of fire, floating lightly in the air. In practicing spells, it is better to say that he is enjoying himself.

Finally one day Jiang Yingzheng couldn't hold back anymore: "If you pull it out like this, what if you get bald?"

Eleven sighed and was also very distressed: "My father retired too suddenly, and I was thrown out without training. If I don't step up my practice now, I might not even be able to beat him when I meet a fallen angel."

"Throw, throw down?"

"That's right, the night you saw me, I was just thrown down. The swimming pool behind is the ladder to heaven. Oh, by the way, you haven't gone swimming before, have you?"

"No, no." Fortunately, no, otherwise he would have gone to heaven in a daze, "Then your father has retired, where is he now?"

"Dead." Eleven said sadly, "He died while chasing a fallen angel, so I not only have to complete the mission, but also avenge my father."

Jiang Yingzheng sat closer to Eleven, and clumsily advised: "Don't be sad, you work so hard, you will definitely be able to avenge your father."

"What about you?" Eleven looked at him with big blue eyes, "Why are you alone? Where's your father?"

"Dead too," Jiang Yingzheng lowered his eyes, "My parents died when I was very young, no one cares about me, only people hurt me."

"It's okay," the holy angel kissed him on the forehead, "I'll take care of you, I won't harm you."

Jiang Yingzheng touched his forehead nonchalantly: "Because, because of repaying kindness?"

"Because you are my first friend, I like you."

……

"Later, many people said that I was bewitched by evil spirits, and suddenly I changed from a punk to a good young man." Jiang Yingzheng pulled the corner of his mouth, "I just found my own direction in life. I want to be with Eleven forever. I want to be with Eleven forever. Hide him well, take good care of him, I want to help him deal with the fallen angels, Eleven originally wanted to spend this life with me before avenging his own revenge, but the fallen angels took the initiative and came to us by themselves."

A trace of pain flashed across Jiang Yingzheng's face: "I don't know, I don't know that Eleven being with me will weaken mana. Holy angels can't be with mortals... Eleven never told me..."

"But even so, because he has been working hard for so many years, and his spells have been cultivated very well, he may not lose to the fallen angel in a real fight, but..."

Jiang Yingzheng closed his eyes. It was the worst nightmare he never wanted to recall in his life: "The fallen angel held me hostage and forced Eleven to cut off his wings... Eleven did that for me..."

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, so,..., how painful..."

All eyes in the room were staring at the source of the voice, the little stuttering ghost who was crying.

Ghost has no tears, his face is covered with blood, and it looks like he can penetrate as many people as he wants.

Jiang Yingzheng seemed quite speechless, until Qin Zhao continued to ask: "What happened next?"

"...The wooden holy sword left by Eleven's father saved our last life, but Eleven was seriously injured. I tried my best, but he still couldn't make it through... I found a witch, and she helped me She kept Eleven's soul in this crystal ball and gave me this silver cross as a weapon in exchange for my soul being hers after death."

"But the fallen angel must make Eleven's soul fly away." Jiang Yingzheng hugged the crystal ball in his arms tighter, "He chased after him, and every time he weakened Eleven's little remaining power, I searched all over the world. I hope to find someone who can deal with the fallen angels until you appear on the Golden Island, the witch told me that there is a huge energy body appearing on the Golden Island, which is the celestial being in ancient Chinese legends, so I came here."

Jiang Ying was looking at Lu Jiu expectantly.

Lu Jiu asked Ding Sa: "Will there be any consequences if we meddle in the fate of Western ghosts and immortals?"

Ding Sa was troubled and said: "This little devil doesn't know either. They have a history of hundreds of years in the West. The age of God has not been as many as I have come here. There is no old rule to follow! It stands to reason that this fallen angel's cultivation is in my hands. It’s only a matter of meddling in the affairs of the Western Upper Realm, I’m afraid it will lead to punishment, after all, once it rises to international diplomacy, it will always be more troublesome.”

Lu Jiu thought of Taibai Jinxing in the Encyclopedia of the Three Realms, so she sent him a WeChat message. After a while, Li Changgeng's reply came: There are all living beings in the world, and there are countless people in the Ganges River who are suffering so much. How can Xiaodao Lord manage them one by one?Why bother to cause trouble!

Lu Jiu replied: Jiang Yingzheng gave me a lot of money, and he attached the number Jiang Yingzheng gave.

Li Changgeng replied in seconds: let that holy angel go to the underworld, mortals change their nationality, and the fallen angel kills them.

Lu Jiu and Ding Sa looked at each other.

"It's that simple?" Ding Sa couldn't believe it.

Li Changgeng came over again in the next WeChat message: Others will definitely not be able to do this, Xiao Daojun, you dare not speak even if you do it to the King of Hades, now he wishes you could owe him favors.

Ding Thirty coughed violently, they had indeed been caught by Lu Jiu with braids all over their heads.

With theoretical guidance, everything will be easy. Lu Jiu stepped forward and reached out to Jiang Yingzheng: "Give me the crystal ball."

Jiang Yingzheng vaguely guessed from the expressions of Lu Jiu and Ding Sa that they had a solution. He was so excited that he held the crystal ball in both hands tremblingly and handed it over.

"I need to restore his soul and send him to the underworld. From now on, he will be just like these two." Lu Jiu pointed at Ding Sa and Xiao Jieba, "Being a ghost messenger, what do you think?"

Jiang Yingzheng was so happy that he couldn't speak, and nodded repeatedly.

"As for your deal with that witch, I can also help you..."

Jiang Yingzheng shook his head: "A gentleman makes a promise, so it's not easy to go back on it."

"Huh?" Lu Jiu raised his eyebrows, "I originally thought that if you immigrated to my Huaxia, you would accumulate more merits in life, and you would be able to make a ghost job after death, so that you can go in and out of the underworld with him in the future. It's a good thing, since you are so committed to your promise, then forget it..."

"Mr. Lu!" Jiang Ying shouted eagerly, but seeing a mischievous look in Lu Jiu's eyes, he smiled wryly, "Please ask Mr. Lu to help me."

Lu Jiu gathered her spiritual power, and the crystal ball emitted a bright green light. Jiang Ying was holding his breath, and watched without blinking that the light gray that was originally indifferent and almost invisible gradually became more intense under the cover of the golden glow.

Gradually, a rudimentary figure appeared in the crystal ball. Although he couldn't tell the shape, Jiang Yingzheng shouted excitedly: "Eleven!" The figure in it is his whole world.

Lu Jiu took out the soul refining jade bottle, thought for a while, and then asked Jiang Yingzheng, "Do you want to see him?"

"Is it possible?" Jiang Yingzheng was looking forward to it, but also confused, and his expression was unbelievable and cautious.

As soon as Lu Jiu tilted his head, Jiang Yingzheng hurriedly said: "I am willing..." He suddenly remembered that he had promised to give all his property to Lu Jiu, and he didn't know what chips he could offer, so he had no choice but to say, "As long as I live One day, all the money I earn will belong to Mr. Lu, and Jiang Yingzheng is willing to be driven by Mr. Lu for the rest of his life, no matter what."

Qin Zhao smiled helplessly and said, "Mr. Jiang is serious. My little Jiu didn't mean that." He pulled Lu Jiu back, "Let's go out first, and let Mr. Jiang and the holy angel talk alone."

Lu Jiu nodded, and he stretched out his palm to grab the top of the crystal ball in the air, and the figure was lifted out by him.

When they exited the door, Lu Jiu made an enchantment, and Xiaojie stared at the door eagerly, as if very curious.

Ding Sa slapped the little stammer hard on the forehead: "Don't listen to indecent words, what are you doing with your ears pricked up when others talk about love!"

"Ding Ding Ding...Master Ding..."

"Forget the address and focus on the key points!" Ding Sa was impatient.

"I, I, I... oops!"

Lu Jiu suddenly slapped Xiao Jieba hard on the back, knocking him staggering.

"Why did Lord Dao hit me?" Xiao stammered aggrievedly.

"Didn't you stop stammering?" Lu Jiu tilted his head and smiled at Xiao stammering.

Little stuttered in shock: "I, I, I...I no no no..."

Lu Jiu was shocked, it was the first time he failed to make a shot, and it was still such a small problem.

"Let's give up, Mr. Lu, and I have treated him before, but it's useless!" Ding Thirty said, turning to stutter, "What did you just want to say?"

"I, I, I... Our Underworld, really want to accept..."

"The Underworld can even accept you, so what ghosts can't accept you as an errand?" Ding Sa stopped him.

Xiao stuttered suddenly, this remark made sense.

Lu Jiu was overjoyed, grabbed Qin Zhao's hand, and wrote a number on his palm, which was exactly the reward Jiang Yingzheng had promised. Qin Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, and touched his head: "The money is not all cash, There are many stocks in companies that are useless to you, and Jiang Yingzheng has these things in his hands to play the greatest role."

Lu Jiu looked at Qin Zhao: "Third brother has changed a lot towards Jiang Yingzheng!"

"This person is very affectionate and kind, and he is worth making friends with." Qin Zhao pondered for a while, "Besides, they are somewhat similar to us."

"Where is it like?"

"We can give everything and everything for each other," Qin Zhao looked at Lu Jiu, his eyes shone like a clear pool under the moonlight, "It's very similar to us."

Lu Jiu rubbed her head under his palm, shaking and shaking: "Since the third brother likes this person, then I like him too, um...then I'll give him a discount."

"Little money fan, are you willing?"

"Thousands of money can't buy a good heart! What's more, it's someone the third brother likes." Lu Jiu hugged Qin Zhao and laughed.

"Little Nine."

"Hey?"

Qin Zhao lowered his head: "Don't let them see, third brother wants to kiss you..."

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Today’s speech is placed before the main text, if you mind, please scroll down to read the main text.

I hesitated for a long time to upload this dungeon of Holy Angel. The results of the feedback seem to be not very good, just like the new article "Revelation of Scum Gong" that I willfully updated. But still willful.People who write always want to break through some of their previous stereotypes. Before sending out, they like what their son looks like, so it is easy to be blind.

So I hope that the little angels can give me some opinions, what you like to watch and what you don't like, and you can talk to me more.

Then there is the new book about Manman, "I am Manman, I am not an Egg", which is still in advance. Its style is similar to this book, and the protagonist Gong is the first of our four gorgeous artifacts, the Lishan Kunlun Mirror.In order to apply for the list, the contracted authors must ask for advance receipt, so I have the audacity to beg again, friends who have already chased here, please collect both "Slag Gong" and "Man Man".If the words of a stupid author can bring you a little happiness in your spare time, this is the greatest motivation for my efforts.

Thanks to an unknown reader for irrigating 20 bottles of nutrient solution.

Finally, please leave more comments, the stupid author can’t even send out 20 red envelopes (10 for new and old articles) every day, it’s really shameful~~~