The anchor doesn't want to die

Samael watched the excitement with relish, but was given an order by his immediate superior to go to hell to hunt down Beelzebub.

In the empty church, there were only two people left at this time.

"Why lie to yourself, you have not had no feelings for me over the years."

"At that time, I lost my memory and couldn't count."

"But the night you regained your memory, you didn't reject me."

"Then...it was because I hadn't slowed down at the time, so I gave you an opportunity."

Chen Xing stretched out his hand and scratched his nose gently.

"Liar liar."

Sunlight poured down from the dome, just projecting brilliant spots on the man's shoulders.That originally slightly gloomy face was once again stained with the brilliance that belonged to Seraphim in memory.

"Your subconscious mind does not resist my approach, no matter which time, space or world it is in. Even if I show courteousness for no reason, you will not be vigilant because of it. Even in this world, I didn't give you a good face at first, You didn't feel disgusted with me because of it."

A little embarrassment appeared on the young man's pretending serious face. He really wanted to burn this self-proclaimed sentimental guy to death right now, but the fire circled his fingertips several times, and he was finally unwilling to do so.

"It just goes to show that you have a deceitful face, well suited for the job of swindling—"

"But the real liar is obviously you."

The archangel frowned and asked, "What did I lie to you?"

The next moment, he felt his fingers being clenched.The little finger hooked up with the little finger, and the majestic master of hell actually made a hook with him like a child.

"You clearly said that you want to live a long, long life and stay with me forever."

The young man's eyes widened.

He suddenly felt that it was ridiculous. Until then, he fully realized that he had just experienced a long dream. It has also become a part of the cycle.

Stuffing an overly powerful soul into a fragile human skin will lead to a rapid decay of the physical body due to overload, so he can't live long in each life, so that Morning Star has witnessed his premature death countless times in different worlds .

Before the skin of "Liang Yuesheng" who was born with albinism dried up, he met "Jiang Chen". Like countless reincarnations in the past, the two met, fell in love and separated.

He originally thought that he was just earning points through live streaming to renew his life, but he never thought that those so-called game worlds were just replays of past time and space.

The "medicine" mentioned by Tangyuan may not be a medicine in the true sense, but a kind of motivation for him to regain his memory and activate his godhead.If he liberates himself from the identity of a human being, he will naturally realize the so-called "cure for all diseases".

The archangel froze in place, and he even began to be a little confused between virtuality and reality, memory and future.

He suddenly wanted to ask Chen Xing many questions, but tears flowed down his face involuntarily, making him choke.

Cold fingers gently wiped away the warm tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't cry, I will always be by your side."

It was the battlefield 10 minutes ago, and now we are back at the church where we witnessed the wedding.

The snow-white wings overlapped with the pitch-black wings, enveloping each other's bodies.The platinum-blond long hair was tangled with the short black hair, and the hairs rubbed against each other, shaking slightly with the rhythm of the limbs.

It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the platinum-gold eyelashes that the greedy demon stopped asking and clothed the man in his arms.

"Don't catch a cold."

"Is it because I have been a human for too long, you are used to taking care of me, so you forget that I don't catch a cold?"

"Are you tempting me to do it again?"

"Don't push yourself too far, there's business tonight."

Fortunately, they were in high positions, and both of them were extremely responsible for their careers. After a while, the well-dressed demon king and the archangel walked out of the church.

"I'm going to the second district tonight, and the remnants of the third district will be handed over to you, is that okay, Michael?"

"Stop calling me Maharaja?"

"Lovers are still called by official titles, how unkind."

"Who is your lover?" Michael kicked Morning Star, who quickly retreated strategically and drove to the direction of the second district.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving in the dust, the archangel smiled slightly, and his expression became serious again.

When he was taking a nap in the square full of white pigeons, a fallen angel flew in front of him and knelt down on one knee.The white pigeons that had gathered beside the archangel scattered in a rush, their wings fluttering and flapping.

The snow-white feathers were scattered all over the ground, as if there had been a light snowfall.

"See the queen."

The raging fire hit in an instant, tossing this ignorant devil enough.

"Who sent you to disgust me?"

"After so many years, the queen is still so strict—wow!"

Considering that he was a colleague and wanted to cooperate now, Michael suppressed the killing intent in his heart, calmed down, and asked: "Chen Xing asked you to help me? You go back and tell him that I am used to working alone. , don't come in the way, I'm not responsible for accidentally hurting you."

"No, Your Majesty believes in your combat power and just sent me to deliver the message."

"Messenger?" He understood, and then his vigilance made him frown. "What about the token? How can I believe that you are his messenger, in case you lie about the military situation..."

Fallen Sky glanced at him with a look of "I knew you were going to ask such a question", and sighed: "Your Majesty knew you would ask questions, so let me bring this."

A rubber sleeve filled with a special liquid dangled in front of him, and a fishy smell came out of his nostrils.

A vein suddenly popped up on the young man's forehead, and a bulge popped out from his clenched fist.

"roll!"

The roar resounded through the sky.

As night fell, pedestrians on the street rushed back home in twos and threes.The law and order at night has been extremely poor recently. Even the most rebellious street hooligans chose to hide indoors at this time to avoid being involved in unprovoked disasters.

The stars are shining tonight, and there is a layer of magnificent blue in the night sky.Thousands of houses are lit up, and the streets are deserted.

Michael lowered his six wings, tied his long platinum hair into a high ponytail, and stood in the very center of the city.

The fountain on the square gurgled and flowed in the chant of the church, and the statues of angels stood around the fountain pool. This environment made Michael feel much happier.

After dismissing all fallen angels to go on patrol, he quietly waited for the approaching enemy.

Beelzebub?Asmodeus?Or do they come together?The other miscellaneous fish couldn't survive a few rounds under him, after all, even Chen Xing himself was defeated by him.

Unexpectedly, however, he was greeted by a familiar face.

"Beelzebub's nephew?" Michael narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems that there are still scars on Feiwen's face that have not fully healed. It seems that he suffered a lot when he was confined last time.

"who are you?"

The pure white angel in front of him has an overly delicate face, but his eyes are full of sharpness, making him look extremely difficult to get along with.

"I just met yesterday, so you forget about me?" Michael looked at the demon leading thousands of horses and horses with a smile, and raised his hand and raised his weapon.

The cross reflected cold light under the moonlight, and the blood red danced on the snow-white fingertips, waving a light and round arc.

"You are a child born in hell. It's normal not to know me. But did your uncle tell you that you should run away when you see me?"

The next moment, clusters of flames fell from the sky, piercing the night like a meteor shower, and blooming magnificent fireworks vigorously on the ground.

Feiwen was taken aback for a moment, remembering what his uncle had said before—the Archangel has come.

The sound of "huh" sounded, and his rich practical experience made him roll quickly to the left. However, before he could adjust his center of gravity, the second flame hit him head-on.

In desperation, he stretched out his arms to block the oncoming attack, and the burning pain quickly spread.The moment he reached out to cover his face, the brief blindness made him ignore the sweep from below.

The long straight legs kicked the demon's lower body, and the latter lost his stability and fell to the ground.The sharp bottom of the cross pierced into the flesh, nailing Feiwen to the ground.

"It's really vulnerable." Michael bent down contemptuously, staring at the devil's eyes full of shock and unwillingness.

"At that time, I saw you and Chen Xing had a few tricks, and thought you still had a little bit of strength. Now it seems that he was too serious."

"Why, your uncle sent you to die?"

He originally thought that this enemy who came to his door would bring him a little fun, but the other party obviously didn't give him a chance to show his fist.

"He is a kind old man, I will not allow you to speak ill of him!"

"Oh—so you weren't the one who was sent flying back to hell by the morning star a few days ago and ended up in confinement? Don't tell me that you were restrained and tortured in such a disgusting room just for fun."

Feiwen turned her head stubbornly, as if unwilling to answer this question directly.

"Surrender, before I reduce all your rebels to ashes."

In the face of absolute force, other fancy intestines seem to have become decorations.Feiwen was tied to the statue in the center of the fountain, and Michael nailed the cross into his heart. If the latter struggled a little and pulled out the cross, the heavy bleeding would prevent him from struggling again.

"I will not surrender."

Michael raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What are you insisting on? Delaying time? Preventing me from supporting Morningstar?"

Feiwen was silent, and the demons waiting around seemed to be waiting for this powerful archangel to show his flaws, but Michael sat quietly by the fountain, stroking the white dove beside him, his appearance was impeccable .

"It's useless even if you delay, you should understand that he used to be the right arm of God." Having said this, the archangel's stern expression became a little gentler, "If he uses all his strength, even I may not He is his opponent. The reason why your uncle has not been punished is that Chen Xing has always been too tolerant."

Feiwen's expression suddenly became weird, Michael frowned puzzled, and asked, "Do you have any objections?"

"White-haired monster, could it be that you... like that stupid king?"