Come wear it, come to die

The open eight white wings exude a dazzling golden glow, gently flapping, the man landed slowly, his white/naked feet stepped on the ground, and walked slowly forward, the devoutly kneeling angels went to the ground Stepping back to make way for him, the hem of the clothes with golden curse patterns gently caressed the ground, the blond hair rose gently with the blowing wind, and the man held the radiant scepter in his hand.

"You... how could you break the seal and come out!!" The powerful coercion made the angel's legs tremble. Seeing the man walking towards him step by step, he couldn't help but back away.

That seal was drawn by the person with the strongest sealing magic in the blood race at a huge price. As long as the Son of Light is sealed for a day, the sealing magic will continuously draw out his power and consume him to death.

He never thought that the Holy Son of Light would one day walk out of the seal alive.

The Holy Son of Light slowly raised his hand holding the divine staff, and the radiant divine staff instantly shone brightly, turning into dots of golden light and drifting away, turning into a group of golden light clusters with powerful and pure light power. godhead.

The envoy looked in disbelief. Since the Holy Son of Light was sealed, the Scepter of Light has been in his hand, playing with it all the time, never leaving his body. He has been looking for the Godhead of the God of Light. As long as he merges with the Godhead, he will To be able to become a god, to become the master of this luminous god realm, he never expected that the godhead that he could not find was actually hidden in the luminous scepter.

Resisting the coercion of the Holy Son of Light, the envoy's expression became extremely ferocious. Looking at the eyes of the Guangming Godhead showing madness and greed, he let out a roar and rushed over to snatch it.

The white and pure wings on the back of the Son of Light moved slightly, and the white feathers fluttered, turning into golden arrows of light and shooting at the rushing angel.

The golden arrow of light was extremely powerful. It first pierced the angel's knees, and then penetrated the six wings on his back. The powerful impact made the angel fly backwards, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web Same, nailed to a white stone pillar.

The Holy Son of Light walked step by step towards the envoy who was hanging on the pillar and shrieked shrilly, blocking his face, and slowly pressed the light godhead in his hand into his forehead.

The divine personality is compatible, and the light emitted from the Son of Light is even more dazzling.

"God envoys betrayed the light and punished by God."

Following the low ice-like voice, there was a loud thunder, and several golden lightning strikes towards the screaming angel.

Angels are formed from spiritual bodies, invisible, and there is no chance of rebirth after death.

Mr. Tong prayed standing on the ninth floor of the dilapidated tower, with the beautiful bouquet of white peonies still wrapped in his arms, and the wrist scratched by the scepter of light had healed.

Watching his lover smash the envoy into nothingness with a single stroke of golden lightning, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

It seems that the lover is really suffocated in the seal, it's okay to chop a few more times to calm down, death is only a moment, so there is nothing to be afraid of, but it is difficult to live or die.

The Holy Son of Light finally let out enough anger, raised his hand, and ended the scorched envoy with a light arrow, making him disappear. He ignored the angels kneeling all over the ground, turned around and flew towards the tower .

As he flew close to the tower, a faint golden light drifted from his white wings, and the collapsed tower began to recover as if time had flown back. When he returned to the top of the tower, the last stone returned to its original position.

The golden eyes flashed, full of tenderness, looking at the man with the bat wings in front of him, he said, "I'm back."

Tong Yanjun thought that his lover's character would be like other angels, cold and cold, but he never expected to be so gentle.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he walked in, approached with a face that was so beautiful that it could seduce people's hearts, and said, "How should I call you? God of Light? Son of Light or Odris?"

"You can do whatever you like, but I would rather you call me my dear." With his fingertips hooking Tong Qianjun's soft hair, his voice was lingering and lingering.

"Then I'll call you Odris." Tong Qianjun wrapped his arms around his strong and thin waist, and finally stuffed the nine beautiful white peonies in his arms into his arms, saying: "Honey, I love you .”

"I love you too, baby." He took the flowers, hugged the person in his arms tightly, kissed his lips, and whispered: "I have been waiting for you to pick me up."

"Well, here I am."

The lips and tongue are lingering, and the kiss is inseparable.

After the kiss, Odris held his lover tightly in his arms contentedly, gently raised his hand, the scepter of light slowly emerged from his hand, the eight white wings on his back moved slightly, golden light flashed, and the scepter of light It shrunk quickly, and finally turned into a crystal clear ring, which was put on Tong Xianjun's finger.

Looking at the bright ring on his ring finger, Mr. Tong prayed, and gently raised the corners of his lips. His lover will always give him the best things, even the scepter of light, which represents the status symbol of the god of light, if he wants to give it away.

"Give me such a precious thing, I didn't return the gift, so I had to repay it with my body." Directly threw the person.

……

The pleasant light/groan sound suddenly rose, and the bodies collided more violently. Amid the man's satisfied growl, white wings stretched out from his back.

Not only did Tong Xianjun's mind flash with white light, but even his eyes were filled with white feathers fluttering around. Panting lightly, he watched his lover's wings fluttering gently, and a few pieces of pure white feathers fluttered out.

"Are you OK?"

The answer was that the pair of white wings slowly enveloped the two of them tightly, and soon, the shallow moan sounded again.

There is no night in the Bright God Realm, and Mr. Tongqian doesn't know how long he has been lingering with Odris. After he merged with the godhead, he leapt into a god. There are their lingering figures everywhere on the top floor, if they are not suddenly interrupted, they may continue, endlessly.

Standing outside the door was the Archangel of the Temple of Light. He conveyed to Odris that the Demon Race and the Dark Blood Race jointly launched an attack on the human world.

Once Odris leaves the seal, Tong Xianjun and he can leave this plane, looking down at his lover who is lazily leaning in his arms.

"Are you going to play?" The slender, white hands with well-defined bones stroked the loose soft hair of his lover.

Listening to what he said, Mr. Tongqian knew that if he couldn't say it, the newly-appointed God of Light would put his life on the line, as if he didn't know anything, and let the human world suffer.

Lovers in this plane are gentle only to themselves, and when they treat others, they will show the indifference and arrogance of the Celestial Clan, looking down on all living beings.

"Go, your revenge and mine have to be avenged, lest those idiots think we are easy to bully."

"it is good."

The demons and the dark blood race jointly launched an attack on the mainland, which was recorded as the "dark war" in the original trajectory of the plane. In the end, Angelia, the god of domination, led angels, elves, orcs, dwarves and humans to resist, and finally won the war .

But now...

Angelia, who was married to a bard, was protecting her child in her arms, and screamed in fear as she saw the ferocious demon pounced on her.

When the devil's claws swung down, she protected the child with her thin and fragile body, closed her eyes, and faced death.

"Roar——" Suddenly, the demon let out a shrill scream, and knelt down on the ground, his dark eyes widened, his body began to turn into black air, and a blood-red dagger was pierced into its head.

The sound of light footsteps walked in, and the frequency was like walking in a garden. He held the handle of the dagger with his snow-white and slender hand, kicked the half-hour demon away with one kick, and looked down at the woman holding the child on the ground.

"Angelia, long time no see."

The familiar voice made Angelia's whole body tremble, her long eyelashes moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. What caught in her beautiful eyes was a person who had disappeared for a long time and was extremely familiar.

"K...Christie, it's you!!" Again, this person would appear when she was in danger.

"Hi, beauty, long time no see." Tong Xianjun held the dagger and turned it lightly, showing her a warm smile like sunshine.

Seeing his familiar smile, Angelia couldn't help laughing, tears welling up in her eyes.

[Master Host, look quickly, the little doll in Daughter of Destiny's arms is the Child of Destiny! ! ] V587 said excitedly.

It was only then that Mr. Tong prayed that Angelia was holding a cloth bag in her arms, inside which was a baby with red and wrinkled skin, probably not long after birth.

"This is your child?" Tong Qianjun helped her up.

"Yeah." Angelia smiled, her expression glowing with the brilliance of maternal love.

【Heh, that's really interesting. The girl of destiny is the child of destiny. I don't know why, but I seem to understand the bad nature of fate. 】Jun Tong prayed sneered, every time he meets a child of destiny, he seems to have something to do with the child of destiny, either killed by the child of destiny, or... born of the child of destiny?Oh, this is really interesting.

Perhaps this was intentionally done by fate, to suppress the birth of the Child of Fortune, to get the plane out of the control of fate and get back on track.

Turning her gaze, she landed on Angelia's skirt. She was wearing a light blue dress, and the large bloodstain on it was even more shocking.

"You are hurt?"

Angelia heard the words, turned around and looked at the large bloodstains on the skirt, her cheeks flushed slightly, and said, "Uh... it's not that I was injured, I, I just gave birth, and the devil destroyed the house to attack me and the child, so I just ..." Holding the child and running away.

Seeing that her feet were trembling slightly, Mr. Tong prayed that her body was still weak, but she was just supporting her firmly. She had to be sent back to the village as soon as possible to find a place to rest. It is a big deal for a woman to have a baby, even if her vitality is comparable to Xiaoqiang’s fate daughter.

At this moment, there was a loud noise not far away, a flash of magic light, and an angry roar of the demon.

Mr. Tong prayed with a serious expression, turned the dagger in his hand, and protected Angelia behind him. The sound of footsteps approaching from a distance was very light, and a man in a dark purple and black-edged robe rushed towards him.

"Angelia!!!"

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