Heaven's Light Lucifer

The two walked back to the manor, and the moment the door opened, they saw Moses burning wood by the fire.

The smell of fireworks mixed with the fragrance of milk floats in the courtyard.

Beside him, the little milk mink was lying quietly, motionless.And the little black-faced sheep stood under the ewe, sucking milk.

"Back?" Moses said.

Although he was talking to two people, his eyes were on God, as if he didn't see Lucifer.

God nodded slightly, but he noticed something after walking a few steps, and looked back to the east.

Moses poured the goat's milk into a bowl, gave a portion to God, and said, "Someone came in through the barrier on the river bank this morning. It seems that they should be performing spells. I'll go and have a look later."

God looked at the eastern sky with complex eyes: in a position invisible to the naked eye, it was filled with black magic energy, and the blue witch power was tightly attached to the magic energy from bottom to top, but it was almost unbearable. appearance.

He slowly withdrew his gaze and said, "I'll go with you."

Then he took the golden copper bowl from Moses' hand.

The tender white goat's milk still exudes a light mist, and when the breeze blows, the upper layer will slowly condense the milk skin like suet jade.

He stirred it with a copper spoon, turned around and sat back at the table, and ate quietly.

Lucifer looked at the bowl of sticky white liquid, and cursed in his heart: I don't know what's good to drink this strange thing squeezed out of animals.Anyway, he is absolutely, absolutely, not going to drink a sip.

After complaining, there was an identical copper bowl in front of my eyes.

Looking up the copper bowl, I saw the "Holy God" who had been ignoring him all the time, looking at him expressionlessly.

Lucifer: ...

Could it be that you want to test my expression management?

"For... mine?" he asked uncertainly.

Fearing that the Holy Spirit would not understand what he meant, he added heavily: "You want me to drink?"

Moses still kept that lukewarm face, said "um", and handed the copper bowl to him.

Lucifer swallowed hard.

He suspected that this was revenge from the Holy God...

After all, it is impossible for the Holy Spirit not to know that what he hates the most is goat milk.

That was in the beginning of creation, when He was first born.

The young God had fed it with fresh goat's milk.

Untreated goat milk has an unpleasant fishy smell.How can the delicate and sensitive nose of the little milk doll bear it?As soon as the tip of the nose touched the rim of the crystal bowl, it took a sniff, and then began to sob and cry.

Holy Spirit hugged him with both hands, half coaxing half deterrent for a long time, he finally drank obediently with shallow brows.

As a result, within a short while, he, who was still a little angel, suddenly started to cry, feeling wronged and sad, and even the soft little wings behind him shrugged and pulled down.

Little Lucifer, crying and throwing up.At that time, the Holy Spirit had just cultivated his godhead, and he was also a novice in raising babies, so he was immediately frightened and at a loss what to do.Using the power of holy light to force all the goat milk out of the little baby's stomach, he stopped crying.

Since then, Lucifer has developed the habit of eating only rain and berries, regardless of goat's milk or cow's milk.

This kind of thing can be used for frolicking at ordinary times, but if you want him to drink it...

Lucifer pursed his lips, staring straight at the contents of the bowl.After a long time, he hesitated to receive the bowl in his hand.That appearance, it seemed that what he was holding in his hand was not normal food, but some deadly poison.

"Moser, he doesn't seem to want it very much." A familiar voice sounded in his ear, it was familiar and cold.

Hmm... not just cool...

It's more like: when spring and winter alternate, the stream in the mountains first melts: it flows so cold, but it has a gentle and soft feeling that is deeply hidden in it.

Lucifer turned his head and saw Yawei, who was dressed in white, had put down the utensils, put his arms on the table neatly, and was looking at him with clear eyes.

When Moses heard God's reminder, his body became stiff for a moment.

He never knew Lucifer's likes and dislikes about food, but if even God reminded him, then this thing must be very, very disliked by Lucifer.

Thinking of forcing a big devil to eat something he hates with his own hands, Moses... felt dizzy and his legs were limp.

All he could think about was: what will happen in the future, will Lucifer pluck his feathers?

Moses froze over there, at a loss, but Lucifer only thought it was a punishment from the "Holy God", bit the bullet and took the copper bowl, turned around and sat in a row with God.

An archangel with a devilish aura, stirred around with a spoon in his hand, full of grievances but dared not speak.His lips were tightly pressed together, looking like an enemy.

"If you keep stirring it up, it's going to be cold." Just as he was feeling wronged in his heart, he suddenly heard Yawei whispering in his ear.

Then, a pair of light-white fingers gently pressed his fingers in place.

Turning his head, Yahweh was taking two pots from Moses.

One is filled with bright red dried berries, and the other is filled with white sand sugar.The moment you open it, the fresh scent of berries rushes into your nostrils.

The handsome man pursed his lips slightly.Because I just finished drinking goat milk, it is extra pink.Half-dry silver hair, without the shackles of the headband, blows up in the wind from time to time, sending the elegant fragrance of carnation.

He scooped out the berries with a wooden spoon, and then added half a spoonful of sugar.After stirring the sugar in the bowl evenly, he took the initiative to feel the temperature of the bowl wall before pushing it in front of Lucifer.

"Moser is boiled with pistils, and it doesn't smell bad. It tastes better with berries and sugar," said God.

When talking, they were very close, far beyond the distance that two strangers should have.

Lucifer could even see a tiny, light brown mole on his eyelid.

A hidden, imperceptible small mole hidden at the root of the lower eyelashes.

As if accidentally spying on a secret that no one noticed, Lucifer hastily shifted his gaze.

"Thank you, thank you." He said blankly.

When speaking, his head was buried a little low.

Just right, I missed God's raised eyebrows.

After finishing all the meals and cleaning up, the sun is already high.

The three set off together, heading east to the banks of the Tiber River.

The manor was between the Tiber River and the Tyrrhenian Sea, and it was already noon when we reached the damaged barrier.

It was a beautiful witch, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Fair and tender skin, with a few playful freckles dotted on the cheeks, a simple single ponytail, and a floral cloth turban on the head.

At this time, ten of them were crossed, kneeling on the ground, chanting the incantations of the witch clan.

In front of the witch: six candles formed a circle, and the candles formed a line of fire during the spell, forming a hexagram array in midair.

Below the star array, a middle-aged man was suppressed.

Invisible to mortals, black mist is slowly overflowing from the man's body.

Where the mist overflowed, the flowers and plants were burned to ashes.

Sensing someone approaching, the witch was startled, and her continuous spell was forced to stop.

Knowing that she had alarmed the owner here, she quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I've alarmed you... But my father's devilish energy has entered my body, and my spiritual power is weak, so I can't expel it. That's why I took the liberty to come here... for, uh..."

When the witch was speaking, the six-pointed star array was invalidated due to the interruption of the spell. The man under the star array took the opportunity to sit up and grabbed her neck straight with one hand.

If it was an ordinary monster, in a barrier full of light and aura, it should have been afraid.Even if God claimed half of his divine power and concealed his aura, Moses was actually wearing the power of the Holy Light.

In such an environment, any dark creature should shrink back.

But the one in front of him didn't seem to feel anything, didn't show any fear at all, and even wanted to kill people.

The witch was completely out of breath from being strangled, and the veins on her neck were bulging.The black mist was stained with the witch's blood bit by bit through the man's fingers, and the black blood line invaded and spread from her neck bit by bit.

"Cough...cough...save...life..."

The girl spoke with difficulty, her voice was hoarse and ugly, it was the kind of rusty sound that was made when the air was squeezed out of the vocal cords.

Seeing this scene, Lucifer quickly turned his head to look at Yawei: As a frail and ordinary human being, seeing such a scene, he might be scared to death.

Unexpectedly, Yawei didn't seem to have the slightest fear, and only watched quietly with a pair of eyes.

At this moment, holding the exquisitely bound papyrus in his hand, he was clearly standing at the scene, but seemed to be thousands of miles away.

Meifeng frowned slightly, and the girl's almost suffocated face was reflected in the amber-like eyes, but she was not moved at all.

It feels like...

Like: In the Nine Heavens, the God quietly watching the world.

Just watched quietly, but didn't feel related to him.

Lucifer was startled.

As if feeling something in his heart, Yawei suddenly turned his head, and his calm eyes looked straight at him.

"Go and help," said God.

Lucifer did not expect that Yawei would let him save people, suppressed the surprise in his heart, and gave him a provocative smile:

"Are you sure? I have the same attributes as him."

After finishing speaking, he pulled out a feather from his back and waved it in front of him a few times: "See? It's black. Don't think that a pair of wings is a good angel."

God: "She's dying."

Then, look at Moses next to you.

The message conveyed could not be more obvious: if you don't save her, your Holy Spirit will be angry.

Lucifer choked suddenly: This Yahweh!He knew how to suppress him with the "Holy Spirit"!

He complained a lot in his heart, but his body was well-behaved and obedient.

His black wings spread out from behind, and the power of darkness swept across the entire mouth of the Tiber River like a storm.This power is too strong, wherever it passes, even a blade of grass is crushed into carbon dust.

"Come out by yourself, or should I drag you out?"

He squeezed his "clucking" fingers, walked leisurely in front of the middle-aged man, and stepped on his shoulder.

The ferocious face of the middle-aged man finally flinched a bit under the crushing power contrast.The fingers pinching the witch loosened one after another, the movements were as slow as if they had been cast in slow motion.

Lucifer frowned immediately, and raised his foot to hit the man's chest again: See if I don't kick you into real hemiplegia, let you act for me!

However, the moment he raised his foot, he remembered that his "Holy God" was still watching. He glanced at Moses quietly from the corner of his eye, quickly put his feet back in a correct posture, and turned his head to talk:

"What a fart, please hurry up for my ancestors!"

The author has something to say:

Lucifer: Woohoo, Yahweh suppressed me with the Holy Spirit... My seven inches hurt so much!

God: Not at all, I'll just beat you with myself :)