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"But I really can't afford him anymore," Haniya said angrily, "That brat is really expensive!"

"Nonsense, Raguel clearly lives with me now," Metatron frowned, rubbing his forehead, "and he will pay you back the money in the future."

"But I'm very poor now." Haniya felt helpless and sad, "I have to earn some military merits. I couldn't even afford the small white flower earrings I saw last time, and Gabriel didn't even give me credit."

He was so wronged, when had he ever been so poor since he was a child.He is still a baby himself, and he can't even afford a piece of jewelry when he takes care of the child.

Hearing this reason, Michael who was sitting on the side almost laughed so much that he spit out a mouthful of water.Metatron was also a little dumbfounded, who would have thought that His Royal Highness Seraph, the most favored in heaven, would go to the battlefield like this for a small earring.

"I'll buy that earring for you." Metatron had nothing to do with him, so he could only bite the bullet and persuade him, "Don't go to Jihad, it's too dangerous. If you get hurt, God will kill you in anger." A few demons or something, the light and darkness should be out of balance again."

"Don't be kidding, Mehta," Haniya snorted, and asked him proudly, "Who can hurt me?"

He is God's favorite angel, theoretically not even inferior to Michael.

"Okay, Mehta, it's not bad to let him go to the battlefield to practice." Michael laughed enough, "Haniya should have some actual combat experience, and now it's just a simple exchange of ideas, which has little effect on him."

Metatron said anxiously: "But——"

"It's okay, I'll watch him." Michael waved his hand carelessly, stopping Metatron, who wanted to say something, "It's okay to get hurt a little, don't be so nervous about him, He's been spoiled. If he wants something, he can buy it with his own money."

Metatron: "..."

This Michael is really lagging behind.Metatron regretted it. He shouldn't have helped Nai Bo Nier conceal his relationship with Haniya, so that he didn't even have an ally by his side.It is not suitable for Haniya to go to any place where he might meet Nabolnir, but he just can't find a reason to prevent him from going to jihad - Haniya has indeed reached the age for experience.

But Hania is now an absolutely pure seraphim, and if he is tainted with lust, he will inevitably enter the angel prison.

Metatron had a headache, but he didn't dare to tell Michael about Haniya's experience in the world.Based on the relationship between the other party and Lucifer, the Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven may not necessarily object to Haniya's association with Nabilnir.

He thought for a moment, "I'm going to this jihad too."

Before Michael said anything, Hania first expressed his objection, "No, Meta, you have to take care of Raguel."

"You must not have the heart to leave such a cute little guy in the care of Michael or Gabriel, right?" Haniya looked innocently at the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Heaven. He didn't want to go to the battlefield to play and have a big patriarch Staring at the back, he desperately tried to convince the other party, "Raguel has already started to learn etiquette and spells, only you can teach him well, he needs you."

Metatron almost laughed angrily.Who do you think I am for?

This brat's thoughts are so easy to understand, obviously he wants to go out and play wild after holding back for a long time.Metatron saw through his face and sighed angrily.

Forget it, if God doesn’t intend to stop it, then He doesn’t care.

Another jihad is about to begin.

But this has nothing to do with Nabolnier.Except for the time he went to meet Little Shengzi, he hadn't participated in this boring and cruel balancing game for a long time.

When heaven and hell were at war on earth, Naiponir drank in the garden.

He is still naked.He was always like this in the garden, as if he had taken off all the restraints and could face himself naked and calm.The white devil will move according to his will, the branches and leaves are as soft as the petals, he is nestled among the branches, as if being surrounded by someone properly, his heartbeat is stable.

Missing finally faded away, no longer trying to kill him.

He wanted to get close to heaven countless times, but was blocked by the law again and again.He looks up in the world, but the kingdom of heaven closes the door and rejects his peeping.

He suddenly poured down the wine glass in his hand, and the blood-like liquid dripped down on him.Nabil Nier put his hand on his lips and licked it, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

He used to be very addicted to alcohol, and the trance after drunkenness can make him relax as much as possible, but after he stumbled on alcohol, he rarely drank again.But this color is really beautiful, like clear blood, it makes people greedy.

Nathaniel hasn't drank blood in these years, and hasn't even eaten much.

It wasn't that he suppressed the instinct of gluttony, it was just that he couldn't find what he wanted to eat, and he was a bit picky - he was raised too pampered, even if he left, it left an indelible mark on him.

Napoleon poured the rest of the wine on the petals beside him, and tapped the golden mark on his lower abdomen.He is not interested in other people's blood, and when he is hungry, he will look at this sign, and his desire to drink blood will immediately fade away.The reverse belonging spell that Haniya left on him was erased, but the magic spell left by Naibonir leading him is still there, but because of the memory loss of the other party, this imprint is not recognized by the belonging party, and it is a bit dim.Napoleon couldn't help rubbing the mark, injecting his own magic power into it to make it light up again, but to no avail.

He was a little bit drunk and puffed out his mouth childishly.

"Haniya..." Naibonir murmured softly, closed his eyes and yawned unhappily, "Where's my little butterfly?"

As the wind blew, a white demon shook its branch and dropped a kiss on the face of the Prime Minister of Hell.

When Napoleon woke up, he was on the bed in his dormitory, and Lucifer was teasing a crow beside the bed.

"Your Majesty?" Naibonir got up and put on his robe, rubbing the center of his brows, which was disturbed by the nightmare, "Why are you here, something happened on the battlefield?"

"What can happen to this kind of jihad? Why, remember that you are the prime minister of hell?" Lucifer mocked casually.

Nabil Neil paused and thought about it carefully, "I should have finished my business."

"Who cares about this with you." Satan sneered, waved the crow away, and bent down in front of Nathaniel, "I remember I taught you—"

"Get whatever you want."

Napoleon slightly opened his eyes wide, pursed his lips and looked at him.

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, "At any rate, he is the prime minister of our hell, what does he look like drunk and dreaming every day?"

"Your little holy son is on the battlefield." He smiled maliciously, sat back on the armchair, and swayed his legs lazily, "Do you want to go?"

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