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Haniya twirled the quill in the middle of business.

He's a little... restless.

Because of his post-jihad resumption of work and how clingy Nabonir is, Haniya chooses to temporarily hand the Vizier to Metatron - only during working hours, but it's still cruel to Nabolnier .

The little one nearly cried when Hania left Metatron's palace.

But he was really good, he didn't make trouble, and he tried hard to hold back his tears.Haniya felt a little guilty about it, but he wasn't sure he could focus on his business while taking Nabelnir with him.Diligence is an angel's nature, and he will try to eliminate things that will affect his work status.

Nabilnir is not Raguel, and it is not Haniya's duty to take care of him.He is the factor that distracts him.

But in fact, even if he had already sent him away, Haniya couldn't help but think of him when reviewing official affairs.A little original sin that clings to people and can cry, I don't know how noisy it will be in Metana.

"Your Highness," Rebia reminded him, "your quill is out of ink."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Hania woke up, and inserted the quill into the golden ink.

"You are very anxious today," Rebia was a little puzzled, "Why? As far as I know, this jihad is going well."

If you don't count a stalking little prime minister, it's really going well.Haniya sighed, he liked this soft little senior, but God obviously didn't like him very much—because Haniya took people to heaven, He didn't even like his favorite seraphim .

But no matter how you say it, Hania can't wait to take people back to her side.

It's a weird feeling.It was as if Haniya could feel a part of herself being fulfilled when Nabil Neal was by his side.He had also noticed this feeling in Raguel, but it was not as suitable as Nabilnier.He hadn't noticed it before, but the sense of lack was frighteningly clear as soon as Nabilnir left—if the other party wasn't really soft and obedient, Haniya would have wondered if he had been under some hell's charm.

"Rebia, what do you think of the prime minister of hell...?"

"Prime Minister of Hell?" Rebia paused.Only the Seraphim and the Son of Heaven had the authority to know the truth about the Fallen Heaven back then, but she was on duty by Haniya's side, and these things would not be hidden from her too much.She hesitated for a while, and said as objectively as possible, "I heard that he was very cruel to us... But he hasn't shown his face much in these years. He should be a difficult person to provoke."

Haniya's eyes were complicated, "It's okay."

"What?" Rebia didn't hear clearly.

"I said," Haniya sighed again, pinched the quill, and couldn't help laughing, "he's a crying bag."

The heaven at dusk is very beautiful. From a long distance, Haniya saw a little Naibonir sitting on the jade steps in front of Metatron's palace, shaking his feet every now and then, his body covered with bruises. Warm yellow halo, quiet and lonely look.

As soon as he arrived, he left the official business to Rebia, and came in a hurry, barely maintaining the most basic manners, not making himself look too eager.

Along the way, there were angels saluting Hania, and the young prime minister heard it too, and when he saw him, his half-closed eyes lit up.

"Yeah," Haniya smiled, looking at the little milk dumpling, "Whose kid is this?"

The little prime minister jumped down the steps and ran towards him quickly, like a dog that only saw its owner.He reached out and hugged Haniya's leg, raised his head and said, "Your family!"

Haniya picked him up, and Nabil Nier obediently lay on his shoulders, burrowed into his arms, and let out a soft sigh of satisfaction and aggrieved.He understood Haniya's actions in handing him over to Metatron, so he could hold back his tears.Besides, he is not Haniya's cub anymore, and he will be hated if he cries all the time.

No grudges at all.Haniya thought, she was about to cry when she brought the young prime minister over this morning.

"It's coming so soon," Metatron walked out of the palace and walked down the jade steps, looking at Hania with amused but helpless expression, "You left the official business to Rebia again?"

"I've finished my part." Haniya quibbled, and quietly covered Nabolnir's ears.Don't spoil the kids.

"Sissy has been waiting for you for a whole day, and she almost got into a fight with Raguel." Metatron glanced at the little one pretending to be dead on Haniya's shoulder, and lost his temper, "You take him Forget about dealing with official business, he can help you share some."

Haniya: ...Is there such an operation? !

He looked hesitantly at the little cub on his shoulder.Even knowing that this is the prime minister of hell, he also has the illusion of bullying the cubs.

It still looks so small.

"I can!" The little guy was looking forward to it, and he didn't feel wronged. He raised his head to look at Haniya, and introduced himself loudly, "I can do it very well! I handle most of the official affairs in hell."

"Okay, okay, you know it very well." Hania laughed, and pinched the tip of the little prime minister's nose, "We'll talk about it tomorrow...you can play by the side."

He also didn't want to send the person away again, always thinking that the other person would affect his work efficiency.It's better to keep it by your side, at least you can see it when you look up.

Napoleon saw Rebia for the first time today.

"Is she your adjutant?" The little guy curled up under the quilt and asked in a low voice.

The condition of the little prime minister is not very good.Maybe it was because he was sent away all day, maybe it was because he didn't like Rebia very much.Not sure how he felt about his adjutant, Haniya simply admitted, "Yes."

Naibonir nodded in displeasure, turned his back to Hania, and buried himself in the brocade quilt.

He was a little helpless and a little scared.Two days ago, he had seen that there were many angels in heaven admiring Hania, but...he still couldn't help being flustered when he saw Rebia.

Not that there's anything between her and Haniya, it's just...just that their relationship is apparently equal, surprisingly.

Haniya has a good relationship with the Seraphs, and Nai Bo Nier will not feel anything, because he is also the same.But Haniya's equality with an outsider made him dull alert.

In the world, there is no one who treats the little saint as an equal. He was deliberately cultivated by heaven to be proud and arrogant. Even his friend Sean, there is a class difference between him and him that cannot be erased by friendship.The little bat is independent of his class, so it is easy to win the favor of the other party.

But Seraphim Haniya is obviously different, he treats many other angels equally.

For cubs, he has Raguel; for equal friends, he has Rebia, and many, many angels.Nabilnier could no longer find his own particularity.He is just an original sin, and there is no rebellion against the light in Hania.

He was a little scared.He felt that Haniya would not like him anymore.

He couldn't even physically seduce a pure angel...he wasn't good at that either.

Napoleon couldn't help crying softly.He couldn't hide his emotions when Haniya was around, but he didn't dare let him know that he was crying.It is impossible for Haniya to coax him patiently and slowly like in the past, and he can feel that the other party doesn't like him crying-if he is himself, he certainly doesn't like people crying in front of him all the time.

He couldn't make Haniya feel like a nuisance.

Once the other party left him, he couldn't find it again.Just like he was sent to Metatron, if Haniya didn't come to pick him up, Naibonir couldn't take the initiative to find him again.The power of the oath still binds him.

When he thought about it, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Why are you crying?" Hania still found out, and pulled the little prime minister out of the bed a little bit, revealing her tearful little face, "Do you not like Rebia, then I won't let you see her tomorrow OK?"

His voice was very gentle, with a little helpless softness, coaxing him nicely.Napoleon couldn't hold back, and the tears fell even more fiercely.

Such a good Haniya may not be his - even he himself can't find a reason why the other party likes him.Haniya has everything now, he has companions, cubs and equal friends, he has no lack of affection.And an angel with a firm belief would not have the need for love, and Nabilnier couldn't find his place.

Haniya doesn't need him.

The little prime minister held his breath and was so wronged that he couldn't speak, so he just stared at Haniya.Hania sighed, and wiped his tears bit by bit, "Why are you crying... so wronged."

He wanted to coax this little guy, but he didn't know how to coax him, so he instinctively pulled him into his arms.Seeing Naibonir crying like this, Haniya inexplicably felt her heart tightening and sore.

Napoleon hugged his arm, weeping and twitching, and didn't answer, just stared at his face, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, froze like a frightened kitten He stared blankly at him.

"What's wrong?" Haniya was startled, and patted the little guy's back comfortingly.

"...You," Nabil Nier put his soft little hands on his face, muttered, "your face."

"What happened to my face?" Haniya asked following his words.

"You shouldn't grow up like this..."

Nathaniel thought in horror.

Haniya should never have grown into this stunningly beautiful appearance.In other words, God shouldn't have shaped him into this character after giving him such beauty.Naibao Nier suspected that his infant ecology had seriously affected his sanity, and it took him so long to realize this problem.

Beauty attracts admiration.

Lucifer is also beautiful, but he never puts any angel in his eyes.As the Vice-Prince of Heaven, what he sees in his eyes is the whole heaven instead of every angel, even when he looks at his companions. If he hadn't been forcibly fallen into the sky, Michael couldn't have his love.Most of the heavens cannot resist Lucifer's charm, but his arrogance and responsibility will reject the admiring gazes of others.

But Hania...he was so peaceful.He was even more gorgeous than Lucifer, but he had such a gentle personality, he didn't mind exchanging friendship with angels of a lower class, and he didn't even have negative emotions towards original sin.

He didn't even have any responsibilities—God gave him invincible beauty, a position at the top of the pyramid, and strength comparable to the vice king of the kingdom of heaven... He gave him almost perfect everything, but he didn't give him any responsibility.If God wanted to cultivate Haniya to be a pillar of heaven, no matter how young he was, he would not have indulged him like this.

And Haniya took him to heaven, and God didn't have a clear objection.

Because he loves him.

—God wants someone to love Haniya.

Nabil Nier couldn't help trembling, even though Haniya kept comforting him, he couldn't calm down.He glimpsed a corner of the truth, and his mind froze like a ball of paste, dazed and frightened.

What does Jehovah want to do? !What does he want to do? ! !

Nabil Nier grasped Haniya's arm tightly, pulled him down, and suddenly kissed Haniya's lips.

Haniya's eyes widened in horror.

Before he had time to dodge, he saw this small group of milky white cubs gradually grow up, turning into a little bit more mature Seraph than what he saw during the jihad.Afterwards, his hair and eyelashes turned black from the roots, like a piece of ink-stained paper, smudged in large swaths.

In Haniya's arms, he became a mature fallen angel, the real prime minister of hell.

Haniya froze completely, while Nabolnir's lips were still close to his without shifting.The other party didn't make any other movements, and his lips were soft, but Haniya was too shocked to react at all.

Kiss is too much for an angel.

After an instant or an epoch, Napoleon moved away the lips that had only touched lightly.Haniya started to breathe again, and thought about what had just happened—this seemed like an act from hell.

He was still too young, and his understanding of love was extremely shallow.

Napoleon saw his blankness and didn't care.He was irritated by the idea of ​​God, if Haniya was not still around, he would really fight directly against the crystal sky and heaven.All doubts were shattered, and now he couldn't tolerate the slightest chance of someone else getting Haniya.

Hania is his! !his! ! !

"Haniya," Napoleon stared into his eyes, almost gnashing his teeth and asked, "Can I pursue you?"

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A simple understanding is that when God created Haniya, God prepared him to fall in love (although no one knows)

But Haniya was abducted by Naibo before she had time

Naibao is like falling in love with a princess, hesitantly thinking that the princess will not like him, a little inferior, but suddenly finds out that the emperor wants to send the princess to marry him, and explodes on the spot【?

O strange metaphor added