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"Beelzebub."

Naibonir paused, then turned to look at the person who came, "Samael."

Abel stood behind his boss, bowed to him and stepped aside consciously.The handsome man nodded at him with a cold face, then turned his head to look at Nabil Neal seriously, as if reprimanding him, "During this time, I have been doing many of your official duties."

Rarely, Nabilnier looked a little embarrassed.

Samuel used to be the seraphim most feared by angels in heaven. He was in charge of the angel prison, and he always looked serious and harsh. He was a great weapon to scare little angels.

But the seraphs of them all knew that the warden was an ice beauty with a soft heart, and he couldn't do anything about the cubs, especially for the young Nabilnir, who almost responded with a stinking face.Even though he was burdened with original sin and anger after falling into heaven, he was still very gentle, always helping his companions clean up the mess with an expression of being owed money.Nai Bo Nier went crazy and dared to turn his face against Satan, but he was always docile in front of Samael, and it was his own fault at the moment, so he lowered his eyes and thanked honestly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Samuel's expression became better. "Your Majesty said that you are going to lead the army." He hesitated for a while, as if he didn't know how to care about him. "Are... are you feeling better?"

Nabil Neal pulled the corner of his lower lip, "It's okay now," he looked up at Samael, as if seeking his support, "but what I drink is the blood of the holy son of the temple, I...I want to live in the world Stay with him again."

Samuel frowned—he didn't have the experience of rejecting Nai Bo Nier, "Does Your Majesty know?"

Naibonil paused, then nodded.

"If you like, you can bring him back to hell." Samuel was relieved, and said naturally, "We will never let you drink without blood."

Nathaniel: "..."

He didn't want to do this. He shook his head, but he also knew that Samuel agreed to help him with his official duties for a period of time, and he didn't argue with the cold-faced and warm-hearted original sin. He just stretched out his hand to Abel, "Mask."

Abel raised his hand, and a silver mask with intricate patterns emerged in his palm, and he handed it to his boss respectfully.Nabil Neil took it, looked at it complicatedly for a while, and slowly put it on his face.

"Beelzebub," Samuel looked at him suspiciously, "you don't need this now."

"Well," Naibao Nier adjusted the position of the mask, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "The little holy son is coming."

He slowly suppressed the blood of the blood race in his body, the line of the jaw became stiffer, the pale lip color unique to the blood race became rosy, and the waist-length hair instantly grew to the buttocks, and the whole person seemed to be a bit upright. Even the phantom of the black twelve wings appeared.He took a deep breath to calm down the violent energy in his lower body, and then the pitch-black Fallen Twelve Wings gradually disappeared again.

Samuel looked at him, "You care about him."

Naibao Nier didn't deny it, and carefully checked his image, "Does it look the same now as before?"

"It's not like," Samuel said decisively, "Vampires and fallen angels are two different things. They're just human beings, not that keen, and the little saint can't see it."

"Haniya, Haniya?" Sean waved his hand in front of His Royal Highness, "What are you in a daze for?"

"What?" Haniya recovered from her stupor and rubbed the space between her brows, "It's okay, it's nothing."

"You are not in the right state," Sean looked at him worriedly, "What's the matter, are you tired? You will officially go to the battlefield in these two days, so take a good rest."

Sean is the chief knight of the temple, so naturally he came to the battlefield with him.But Hania was really not in the mood to deal with his concern, so she said a few perfunctory words in order to persuade him to go away and be able to stay alone for a while.

Beelzebub... is it really his Nair?

Haniya tapped on the table.The moment he saw Beelzebub, that instinctive intuition almost shattered him directly, causing him to feel the pain of being betrayed in a trance.It wasn't until he left the battlefield that he slowed down and was able to think about it.

Beelzebub and Nabolnir are not alike, their bloodlines, abilities, auras, and even the length of their hair are different.Haniya knew it well, but couldn't help but repeatedly recalled the shock of the moment when he saw Beelzebub just now - such a ferocious demon, standing on the battlefield with a life-and-death attitude, reminded him of his own family. The cub raised his chin for help to wipe his mouth, as well as his smooth curly hair and his soft and warm feet on his lap at night.

For a moment, he even wondered what he had experienced to make his delicate and delicate little guy look like... covered in wind and frost.

But... is that really his boy?

Haniya was a little skeptical, and couldn't stop looking for the shadow of her own cub on Beelzebub.He had always had a stubborn confidence in his instincts, but he hesitated in this case.Not to mention anything else, how could the majestic Prime Minister of Hell appear in his bedroom in such a weak and helpless way?

The more he thought about it, the tighter his heart tightened.

His cub... Haniya sighed in her heart, no matter what, the days that Nabolnir spent by his side were real, the warmth of curling up in his arms was real, and her dependence on him was real .

Whenever the boy looked at him with attachment, with such soft and clean eyes, no one would have the heart to doubt his sincerity.

That was his gift.

Haniya lowered her head and tightened her robe by her chest.Even though he knew that Nathaniel would probably not be in the temple now, he still wanted to go back crazily, wanted to hug his boy or kiss his milky cheek, even if it was just to see that he was okay, He would shrink under the quilt and lose his temper at him, and he would be satisfied.

——If his Nair is really the original sin of hell, after heaven took the initiative to tear up the contract, that stubborn little guy...will he really return to the temple?

Haniya stayed alone in her big tent for a while, then got up and left the temple.

In the distance, the demons and angels were still fighting, and that strange yet familiar figure was still standing firmly on the other side of hell, almost hurting his eyes.

Haniya stood in the desert and watched for a while, until the yellow sand lost his sight.He turned and walked towards the camp of the angels, knocked three times on Michael's tent, and before waiting for the other party's invitation, he couldn't wait to open the curtain impatiently.It was rude, but he couldn't care less.

"Your Highness Michael," he said with some difficulty, but looked at Michael with firm eyes, "I want to fight tomorrow."

He was going to take a look, face to face... a look.

He can recognize his eyes.

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Samuel (full of confidence): He doesn't recognize

Haniya: Gan, can I still kill demons?Zai Zai got angry and didn’t come back, what should I do QAQ?

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Previously drawn little bats and Neil's little beauty

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