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Heaven is the source of all light, so it never goes out.

Angels in the heavens often have to bend down to see the dark sky under their feet, the fleeting stars, and the silky clouds that melt under the moonlight and gather in the distance. There will be a heavy rain there, but the vast land is often difficult to be accurate. Estimate the exact location of that rainfall.

He saw the angel tearing up.

The young angels surrounded their companions, pushing and shoving,

Someone said, "I've seen someone hugging thighs, but I've never seen someone so shameless like you. It's fine for a woman to hug Lord Ent's thigh shamelessly. Why are you a man to join in the fun? You're gay. You have such a unique taste, your mother knows ?"

"She won't deny me." The shoved angel stood up unsteadily.

He is Yabel, the head of the angels of the evening, a man who dares to stretch his ass at the priest.

Everyone gasped, "I didn't expect that I would drag my mother on my back in such a miserable situation. Yabel, don't you feel ashamed? You are ruining the reputation of your entire family."

"He should be whipped!"

"Fire!"

"Cutting out punishment!"

"Who told you I'm gay?"

"Yourself!" They said in unison, they echoed each other, each of them spoke vividly about his past, but there was no evidence to distinguish the truth from the false.

Yabel finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and urged magic to kill them all.

"Lovely sir, did you ever tell you not to spread rumors?" The reason why Sloter hurried back to the heaven was to appear in an angel's room.

The angel didn't realize there was someone else in the room until Sloat spoke, but it was too late for him to call for help.

The sword in Sloat's hand had severed his vocal cords, leaving him lying in a pool of blood.

"No angel has survived from the twilight era, Mr. Edward, I hope you don't talk nonsense." He sat down with his legs crossed, "Abel fell to the sky to follow the priest, he is not gay, and he does not like the priest. I don't want to see you again Write something like this again, burn it."

Trembling, Edward picked up the manuscript on the desk and walked towards the stove. Suddenly, he turned and ran outside.He heard Sloat's sneer, a sharp arrow pierced his heart without a trace of warmth, and nailed him to the wall.

Sloat activated the fire magic, which he was not good at, and burned the entire room and even the entire mansion along with the scattered manuscripts.

He lowered his hat mockingly and got into the crowd looking up at him in amazement. The spiritual energy scattered from his body slanted down like quicksand, continuing to pave his nameless road on the snow mountain.