Heaven's Light Lucifer

"Moser has gone out to get wood. Make you a bed and put it in the side house, so you don't have to sleep on a tree in the future."

Hearing the sound, Lucifer looked up, only to find that Yawei, who was sitting in front of the wooden table, had been observing him for a long time.

Thinking about how depressed he was just now, Lucifer's face became a little hot.

Pretending to be calm, he walked to the fire, brought the boiled goat's milk to the table, and said, "Your goat's milk."

God gave an "um" and said, "Thank you."

Then he put away the papyrus and brought out a carrying basket from the side room.

Lucifer looked into the basket, there were a lot of strange things in it.

There are leather ropes, carving knives, small square blocks of wood, and small metal bells with rough workmanship.

I don't know what it is used for.

He counted the contents of the basket carefully, with a very focused expression.

Until a voice sounded next to my ear: "Are you watching?"

Looking back, he was facing a pair of eyes with a slight smile, and he was a little bit joking.

Only then did I realize that I had been watched for a long time.

Lucifer felt annoyed, coughed pretendingly, and looked away from the various small things in the basket.

He lifted his chin, turned his head to one side, and muttered softly, "You're stingy, you can't even look at it."

The sound of jingling came, and it fell into the ears at random, and I couldn't help but prick up my ears and wonder: What is this person doing?

He stretched his neck little by little, and his eyes looked aside calmly.

First, I saw the man's white fingers, and then...

Uh……

Immediately the whole person froze.

Because, the beautiful eyes of the person he peeked at were also looking at him without blinking.

The clear and clean eyes met his gaze, and scattered bits and pieces of indulgence.

"Want to see?" said God.

Lucifer paused, then nodded hesitantly.

Then I saw the man's slender white fingers fall into the bamboo basket, fiddled with the fingertips in the basket, and squeezed out a square wooden block.

He looked at the block for a while, then picked up a carving knife.

He probably wanted to carve something on the wood block, and carefully scratched the wood block with the hand holding the carving knife.The fingertips were slightly bluish white due to the force.

The carving knife didn't look very sharp, and the man's finger joints were stretched, and he managed to plan some sawdust.

Hey, clumsy.

Lucifer thought disgustedly.

Time passed with the sound of rustling carvings.

Lucifer dragged his chin with one hand, his eyes still followed the carving knife, looking back and forth.

He likes to use two fingers to press the wood block on the table, and then use a carving knife to shovel off the wood chips little by little.Every time the carving knife is shoveled, it is very close to the finger.Lucifer even suspected that he would cut it at the tip of his finger in the next second.

Fortunately, this person looks stupid, but he still has a little sense of propriety.

Seeing that the sun was rising higher and higher, and it would be noon soon, the small wooden block in the man's hand had already been divided into two, and one of them had begun to take shape: a small, button-sized round wooden sign.

Lucifer looked sleepy, yawned lazily, and half-lyed on the small round table.

The serious sculptor turned to look at him when he heard this boring yawn.

"Sleepy?"

"Beware!"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

The sound of "sleepy" was said by God, but also because he was distracted and glanced at Lucifer, he couldn't control the carving knife in his hand for a while, and rubbed against Qianqian's fingertips.

He was stunned, as if he hadn't reacted, and his eyes were still a little dull.

After being stunned for a while, God slowly turned around and looked down at his fingers that had been rubbed by the carving knife.

In fact, the scratches were not serious, but his skin was fair, thin and tender, and his beautiful fingertips immediately swelled up, and the wound was oozing with bright red blood.The surrounding skin was red and covered with sawdust.

This little injury is common for any person in the world, but Lucifer just saw a kind of delicateness in the man.

It's not the kind of squeamishness that cries when things happen, but a kind of temperament that naturally appears on the body.

Living in a favorable environment since childhood, he has never experienced any suffering in the world.

I have never been disturbed by the secular world, and I have never been displaced.

It is the kind of noble, elegant, and calm and squeamish that can only be cultivated by a big family.

The man raised his hand and gently brushed away the sawdust on his fingertips. He probably felt pain, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Lucifer couldn't help hissing: Why is this person so stupid.

"The surface of the wooden sign is so rough, you must not only have been scratched by the knife just now, but also sawdust penetrated into the flesh. It didn't penetrate very deep, but when you touched it, it all went in."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed his entire palm and said, "I'll help you." He said.

"Squeamish young master."

Lucifer's movements could not be called gentle, and even a little rough. When he blew on God's fingers, he was fast and anxious.

After he finished blowing, he moved his lips a little further away, and was about to check again whether there were any sawdust stuck in his flesh. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man looking at him intently.

Eyes blinked gently, Lucifer could even catch the trembling arc of each eyelash.

"Okay?" God asked softly.

Then take your hand back.

"Don't move." Lucifer grabbed his wrist and said.

"Do you think that if you are injured, you can heal by blowing it? I am not blowing the air of an angel."

When he speaks, he likes the ending sound to rise slightly, or softly.

I don't know who I learned it from. After falling into the sky, my whole body is full of ruffian.

God moved his body uncomfortably, gave a soft "hmm", and let Lucifer grab his fingers to pick out the small wooden splinter.

The two were very close, and in the flying wind, even the strands of hair were occasionally intertwined.

God moved his head away silently, the wind blew through the gap between the two, and the temperature of the whole body also dropped a lot.

As a result, before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the bear next to him sniff heavily at his side again.

Raising his head, his thick black eyes hit him directly, and he asked, "Why do you still smell like Moses after tossing the wood all morning?"

God:……

He unhurriedly straightened his sleeves, raised his jaw, and met Lucifer's gaze.

"It's not like you, who just burned the firewood for a while, and then smelled like fireworks."

Sarcastic without hesitation.

Lucifer: ...

Kindly helping this man with his wounds, and even mocking him!It's simply revenge!

Holding the man's finger hard is a retaliatory pinch.

Sure enough, there was an unsuspecting gasp in his ear.

The corners of Lucifer's lips curled up triumphantly, and his chin was raised proudly. If he put a tail on his back, he might even wag it.

Eyebrows are flying, full of youthful spirit.

Just at this time, there was a rustling sound outside the door.

Lucifer moved the tips of his ears and quickly let go of God's hand.

"Hey, you can apply some wound medicine yourself and you'll be fine." He said.

Then, the door opened with a "squeak".

Then, there was extraordinary excitement.

The elves flew in mid-air with transparent wings, using magic power to control one piece of wood after another, and transported it into the yard mightily.

"Is it okay to put this here?"

"Wow, the aura here feels stronger than outside!"

"I don't know if I have absorbed so much spiritual energy today, and I can wake up beautiful tomorrow!"

The chattering sound buzzed for a long time, and Lucifer's head hurt from the noise.

Just as they were about to slap the table and rise, the elves who transported the wood finally finished their work and stopped.They bowed in mid-air in unison, said: "Thank you for the hospitality", and then swarmed back and forth.

After all the elves flew away, Moses came in with a huge wooden barrel.

God saw that he was already red and swollen, and Lucifer pinched his red and swollen fingers just now, and asked, "Moser, do you have any wound medicine in your room?"

When Moses heard the word "wound medicine", he still didn't realize it: Does our manor need such things as wound medicine?

He put down the barrel without haste, walked to the table and asked, "What's wrong? Did the ferret get hurt, or the two sheep?"

God stretched out his red and swollen index finger and brought it in front of him with an indifferent expression: "It's me."

Moses:?

Your old man is injured as soon as he is injured, are you sure you need to apply wound medicine?

Seeing that Moses didn't respond, God pointed his finger in front of his eyes again, and repeated earnestly: "Pharmaceuticals, Moses."

Moses:……

Are you so anxious to apply the medicine because you are afraid that the wound will heal itself after a while?

Although I don't know what the old man is going to do, but he wants to act, and Moses can only cooperate with it.

He raised his hand and naturally punched the fingers in front of his eyes, pretending to be worried and carefully inspecting: "How did you hurt?"

Then he saw the half-carved wooden sign on the table and asked, "Are you carving something?"

God nodded and let out a "hmm", because he was caught off guard by Lucifer's pinch just now, and he spoke with a moderate nasal voice.

Tsk, like being coquettish.

Lucifer, who was sitting on the sidelines watching, thought to himself.

Moses immediately got up and went back to the room, and took out a wet handkerchief and a small bottle of ointment.

He rubbed it gently on his fingers a few times before applying the ointment evenly.

Moses' technique is professional and his movements are gentle.He politely clasped two fingers of God, obviously there was no more contact, but it looked as if they were fused together.

It is very harmonious, as if they have been together for countless days and nights.

Comparing the two phases, Lucifer is simply too rough to look at.What's more, he deliberately played tricks, pinching people's wounds, and... bullying people like rabbits.

It can be described as extremely bad.

Lucifer suddenly felt bored, two big black wings pierced out from his back, fluttering lightly, startled the courtyard for a while.

Moses looked up and saw Lucifer fell on the tree again.

A black angel with a murderous aura, the wings full of dark power didn't know how to retract them, and they glowed black in the sun.

No matter how you look at it, they are all arrogant devils.

"Why did he go up again..." Moses couldn't help muttering.

It was also yesterday, at night, when there was a disagreement, they flapped their wings and climbed up the tree.

God blinked, slowly closed his eyes, and said softly, "I don't know."

can't say...

It's all the faults that Lu Xi got used to when he was a child.

For example: If you are in a bad mood, you climb up a tree and sulk.

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