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After Haniya lost his eyesight, Naibonir quietly left him.

—Because Michael is here.

The Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven is not a person who can keep secrets, he is used to talking big and grinning, and Nai Bo Nier does not want the whole Heaven to know the relationship between Hania and himself.Ordinary angels don't know the delicate balance between light and dark. They denounce the darkness, and the existence of Nabilnir will be a reason for them not to like Hania.

Human beings taken to heaven are easily rejected by native angels, and he doesn't want to embarrass Hania.

"Don't worry," Metatron reassured him softly, "you'll be fine soon."

He was worried about Nabolnir, so he only left Michael with Hania, and came to find him by himself.He did understand Nabolnir's concerns, even though he knew that such worries were unnecessary, he didn't say anything, but silently concealed Nabolnir's existence.

Knowing that Haniya's time is running out, Naibonir's heart ached.He didn't want Haniya to leave so soon, and he couldn't bear him to suffer under the corruption of faith.But once Haniya left... it was very difficult for him to see him again.

Haniya kept promising to come down to find him soon, but his promises couldn't appease Narbonnell—his little holy son didn't even know that Heaven would wash his memory away.

Nabilnir knows this, Metatron knows it, heaven and hell know it, but the sons of all ages will not know this on earth.This is an unwritten rule. Heaven will not allow an angel to bear the memory of original sin in the world, but it will not let the Sons know it early.Human beings are too greedy, and worrying will ruin their way to heaven.

Naibonir wanted to stay with Haniya, and his internal organs would burn.

"Meta..." He lowered his eyes, and finally resisted the extravagant expectations that should not be said, and only asked in a low voice, "You protect him more."

Metatron raised his hand, imagining stroking Little Original Sin's head as he did when he was a child, and sighed helplessly, "Of course."

Time flies by.

Envoys from all races gathered together, preparing to witness the departure of the holy son whose beauty was known throughout the three realms.

Michael helped Hania to the cross, and the cross seemed to sense something, emitting a shining holy light.The believers bowed their heads one by one and began to pray to God.

Naibonir covered his black hair with a large white robe, and looked at Haniya from a distance on the edge of the believers.

Before he came, he washed his body with holy water. The holy water containing the power of faith would temporarily wash away the breath of hell on his body and help him hide his identity from a keen Seraph.Correspondingly, his skin will also be corroded a little, but Nai Bo Nier doesn't care, he wants to watch Haniya be picked up with his own eyes.

He saw Haniya open his mouth and chant the hymn of God, but no sound came out—he had lost his voice.

Even if he knew that this was the inescapable tempering of the death of the holy sons of the past generations, he still felt a little sore on the tip of his nose.

Haniya is in so much pain now, but he can't be by his side.Napoleon breathed heavily, as if he wanted to exhale all the depression in his body.

He should be by his side, should be with him... But now he is so far away, it is almost impossible to see Haniya's appearance clearly.He blinked the moisture in his eyes, almost held hostage by the great fear.

Nabilnier seemed to be looking at a sun, the sun's rays dried his body and hurt his eyes, but he still held his breath tenaciously to watch.

He saw Hania's chanting end, saw him look around with his beautiful but unfocused golden eyes.Everything was silent, only Naibao Nier knew that he and Haniya looked at each other briefly for a second, even if the other party couldn't see it.

He is looking for him.

Naibao Nier almost couldn't help but rushed forward.But in the next second, Hania collapsed and was taken into Michael's arms.

The believers were silent for a moment, and they all prayed for their Holy Son.

The Holy Son of the Temple left.

God got up from the throne, and said in a voice without any ups and downs, "I'm back."

Michael hugged Hania and Metatron and bowed to God, "My God."

"I will baptize him," God nodded slightly, pointing to the Great Holy Pool, "put him in."

Metatron paused, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.Michael didn't notice the strangeness of his companion, and gently put Haniya into the Great Holy Pool, then pulled Metatron and bowed away.

God waved his hand, and the cathedral closed its doors.Standing by the Great Holy Pool, He watched as the robes on Hania's body were gradually melted by the water of faith in the pool.Then He raised his hand, and the naked man slowly floated in the air.

Hania was enveloped in God's holy light, his body was melting but his soul was intact.God patiently removed his dirty body little by little, leaving only the divine blood contained in it, and rubbed the golden blood into his soul.

Divine blood will make him stronger.God thought of this and felt a little joy, but then he discovered something, his expression was fixed, and there was obvious annoyance in his calm voice, "Law."

"Get rid of it." He pointed to Haniya.

Law seems to be hesitant.It has its own principles and rules.

God's eyes stared at the void, and he paused every word, "Go, go."

His voice was still calm, but the law was keenly aware that God was about to lose his temper, so he quickly gave up the principle and erased the mark on Haniya.

No one can reason with Chuangshi God.

God was relieved, and emphasized lightly, "My angel will not be anyone's property." It will not be a demon.

The law sends a signal of approval against its will.

The holy light washed Haniya's body over and over again, obliterating all impurities, so his appearance restricted by the human body was slowly revealed, and his somewhat divine beauty was scorching aggressive, almost captivating.

He slowly spread his white wings behind him, twelve huge wings fluttered, and then he opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, it was like a beautiful sculpture possessing a soul.

"My God." Haniya laughed, with obvious intimacy in her eyes.He folded his wings skillfully, and lightly landed on the edge of the Great Sacred Pool with his toes, with a very happy tone, "I'm back."

He was the most beautiful human being on earth, and the most beautiful Seraph in heaven.

God's indifferent face brought a little gentleness, "Have you played enough?"

"My God, don't make fun of me." Haniya frowned bitterly like a mischievous little angel, and sighed while weaving a long robe of faith for herself, "I don't want to float anymore."

"That's good, rest for two days, and then go to the fifth floor to receive the punishment." God said flatly, "Michael and the others are still waiting for you outside."

"My god, my god, please don't," Hania wrinkled his nose and begged pitifully, "I've been floating for so many years, do I still have to be punished?"

"Then deduct 20 years of salary," the omnipotent God of Creation glanced at Hania's grievance, paused, and changed his words again, "...ten years."

Haniya accepted it as soon as she saw it, squinted her eyes and smiled, "Thank you, my god!"

God was silent, and then kicked the little bastard out of the cathedral.

"Good boy," Hania was grabbed by Michael as soon as he stepped out of the door of the Great Cathedral, and he rubbed his hair violently, "Finally back."

"Michael, Mehta." Haniya said hey, slapped Michael's hand away, and gave them a hug each, "Have I been in the world for a long time?"

"Not long," Metatron told him gently. "You were gifted even as a human."

"It's just ugly, I almost didn't dare to recognize it." Michael immediately picked up, exaggerating to tease him deliberately, "It looks much more pleasing to the eye now."

"Heh," Haniya smirked, "I'm definitely prettier than you even if I'm a human being."

Metatron couldn't help laughing.Haniya is right, his appearance is crushing compared to other seraphs, even when he is a human being, he does not need to be inferior to Michael - after all, Michael is not a seraphim who is famous for his appearance.

"It's a pity that I don't have any memories," Haniya said, shrugging her shoulders, and she didn't look too regretful, "But I still have the memories of those years that are floating around, and I can count as seeing all the scenery in the world. gone."

The smile on Metatron's face faded a little, and he subconsciously looked into Haniya's eyes.

Michael felt that Metatron seemed a little nervous, but he didn't take it to heart, "If you are a little more skinny, my god will not only punish you with a little salary," he warned Haniya in a non-serious manner, " This memory is what you promised to my god that you don’t want it, so don’t try to get it back.”

Haniya smiled calmly and nonchalantly, her glamorous face shone so brightly that the sky and the earth paled, "I know."

"It's just in the world, what else can I remember?"

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Don't rush to swing your 40-meter sword, let me run a 39-meter orz

There are also drafts and kneading pictures [I love kneading pictures]

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