[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

In front of them sat two strange people.

This was Randall's first reaction. He could feel the emotions of most people in the cabin, but the two people in front couldn't feel them. They seemed to exist without emotions, blank... Anyway, Anyway, there was a strange aura coming from the two of them, which made Randall involuntarily alert.

Especially when their arguing conversation fell into Randall's ears, making him more determined in his own mind——

"You will kill these humans." A voice complained softly.

"Oh, come on, Angel, I just granted their wish, nothing will happen here, I just want to add something to our first flight."

"Those bullets will penetrate here, and then the fragile humans will fly out!"

"A little miracle, if you don't want to, I can do it for you, use your bright little brain to think about it - so we can all have reports to write, I have fallen a few hateful humans, in a plane Terrorist attacks were carried out on the plane, but you stopped them and persuaded them to repent." A man with a low voice continued, his voice was like a devil whispering in his ear: "This journey is not long. There will be human police taking them away."

"..." The other man who was arguing just now seemed to think that what the other party said had a little truth, and turned back at the speed of light: "Wow, Crowley, you are right, a miracle of this level, um, Gabriel probably wouldn't say anything either."

Randall: Wait a minute, although I don't know what you are discussing, but if there is a terrorist attack on this plane, we will definitely die. Don't be so easily convinced!

He was about to say something when the plane started to slide on the runway, the engines on both wings made loud rumbling noises, and the fear emanating from the crowd around him made him close his eyes with a headache.

Lula, who had been drowsy, woke up for a while, turned her head sideways and looked out from the black window, and saw that the ground was getting farther and farther away from them, and the little girl fell asleep amidst the roar of the engine.

The man in black at the front, called 'Crowley', suddenly turned his head when the plane started to fly smoothly. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and his hair was red. He looked like a A rock person—maybe he has the same interests as Lula—but when he lowered his head slightly, a pair of golden vertical pupils pierced sharply behind the sunglasses, making Randall's hand tremble.

This is a mutant...?Or something more incomprehensible...

"I advise you not to make a move," as if the sense of urgency of being stared at by a python came up from Randall's back, and the other party seemed to see through Randall's inner thoughts at a glance, "Otherwise, it will happen in any way." Maybe, you and the one next to you..."

Crowley frowned suddenly as he spoke, and pulled down the sunglasses with his fingers. His eyes stopped for a while on Lula, who was already asleep beside Randall, and he patted the blond man dressed like an opera singer next to him. "Angel, is that 'her'?"

"What... oh my god," Angel, uh no, Aziraphale's eyes widened in surprise when he turned his head, "that's that weird feeling you've been talking about!"

He was almost screaming in a low voice, but the strange thing was that the volume did not attract the attention of everyone around him, and Aziraphale asked in horror: "Why, would she, be here?!"

Randall looked at them vigilantly. He couldn't see the whole picture of these two strange religious lovers clearly through the not-so-wide gap in the plane chair, but he still made Randall mobilize his whole body's attention, "You guys Know Lula?"

"Lula, Lula..." Crowley pronounced the name several times, and looked at Randall with a complicated face, "I don't know, I just heard about it, I didn't expect 'she' to be here... Oh wait, so what are you, 'her' agent?"

"...I am her guardian," Randall said.

Aziraphale made a choked sound, "Guardian?!"

He paused for a few seconds, then looked at Lula carefully again, not as if he was looking at 'Lula', but looking at something else through Lula," Crowley said. , she seems incomplete..."

"Of course she's not complete," Crowley rolled his eyes. "If she were complete, she wouldn't be this... this cub, uh, little girl."

"You're too loud, demon," Aziraphale said, calming down now, and his voice became soft, like those unreliable adults reacting to small furry animals, "She Asleep, so cute."

Who the hell was yelling just now!Crowley frowned and put his sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose, the angel was radiating his overflowing love again.

"Excuse me, from the very beginning, I don't know what you are talking about." These two people seem to be harmless, but there seems to be something wrong with their brains. Fanatical religious and cultural cosplayers?

Randall asked them blankly, and at the same time found that he seemed to be dragged into some kind of weird enchantment—because the people around him turned a blind eye to their discussion, and the stewardess pushed the car past them several times, but Not once did he stop, "Would anyone care to explain?"

"You don't know?" Crowley pointed to Lula, then to Randall, "You don't know anything about 'her'?"

"What should I know?" Randall looked at them, and then at Lula. The little girl dreamed of something delicious, and saliva came out from the corner of her slightly opened mouth.

"Ha, humans." Crowley sneered, "Since you don't know, then don't be curious about other fields."

Aziraphale whispered next to him: "But he has the breath of 'her' in him, and he has been attached."

Crowley waved his hand indifferently, "'She' is not complete, how powerful can this power be? This human being doesn't even realize it."

"Will she be angry later? How angry are the Star Children?" Aziraphale asked cautiously.

"I haven't seen it, we are not in the same system." Crowley said, "I either deal with death every day in BC or ask you to drink Farano*."

Randall: "..." What the hell are you talking about, all the riddlers get out of here!

Probably noticing Randall's resentful gaze, Aziraphale smiled at him gently, "'She' is a god—wow!"

The plane was shaken by the turbulence. The flight attendant told everyone on the loudspeaker that they just encountered some turbulence. Please don't panic. Aziraphale was dragged by Crowley, and the snake-eyed demon told him to sit down.

The angel glared at him, and wanted to continue to explain clearly with Randall, "Around 500 BC, Roman civilization became the most prosperous place in Europe, and the Children of the Stars were born in accordance with the belief, which is what you humans call the ancient Roman mythology. Greek mythology complements each other and gradually merges, and 'she' is the child of the stars——!"

This time Aziraphale was interrupted by screams from the passengers.

A few men with black hoods appeared from nowhere, standing in the middle with guns in their hands, scanning everyone.

"We've got a bomb in the plane, and in 10 minutes the plane will fly over the busiest neighborhood in New York, and we're going to detonate the bomb, Boom—" one of the men began, pacing Onomatopoeia, "The plane fell - a lot of people will die."

All of a sudden, the entire plane became even more chaotic. Lula was woken up by the noise. The little girl habitually wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, and while looking at the surrounding environment, she became a little suspicious of the men in black.

Randall drew a tissue for her and said softly, "It's okay, you can continue to sleep if you're sleepy, I've brought noise-canceling headphones."

Well, he still has 90.00% doubts about what the two people said just now, because it was too much like the words of a magic stick to fool people, but now there is indeed a 'terror/terror/fuck', Lan Del's suspicion of them has dropped to 90.00% eight, and the possibility that they are accomplices cannot be ruled out.

Because they all seem to have that serious illness.

"The most prosperous neighborhood in New York" and "falling" and "exploding", are you looking down on the Avengers?

Randall took out the noise-cancelling headphones from his backpack and put them on for Lula. The little girl blinked her clear amber eyes, and looked innocently and blankly at the two strangers in front of her, one black and one white.

Aziraphale raised his hand to her with a good-natured smile and said, "Good night."

Lula nodded, put on the earphones and closed her eyes.

"Is she listening to Queen?" Crowley asked, pointing to Lula's headphones.

Randall was speechless: "Yes, but that's not the point, is it?" He was just worried that if the other party really shot, Lula would have a big reaction when he heard the gunshot.

"Leaving aside all the myths and nonsense you just mentioned," Rand said to the two of them, "but you may have some special abilities... It sounds like you knew there would be horror in advance. Fuck on this plane?"

There is indeed an invisible hood around him that seems to confuse people's perception, enveloping the four of them, no matter what they say, they will not be noticed by the people around them.

"It's just part of the job," Aziraphale said, scratching his cheek. "Nothing will happen."

"They all took out their guns, so what will happen?" Although Randall is confident that he can deal with these people, he can't defuse bombs, and he can't guarantee whether the guns will go off suddenly. He still doesn't know which side the two guys with unusual means are on.

"That's what Crowley put in." Angel began to shirk responsibility.

The demon glanced at him and shrugged, "It's just a small spell, they thought the scan really couldn't find it."

That's not the point!Randall screamed in his heart, why these two guys always missed the point!

"Oh, we haven't introduced ourselves yet." Angel blinked and said, "You are already a member, I should introduce myself."

The blond curly-haired man in classic clothes stood up from his seat. He smiled slightly and saluted a gentleman, "I'm Aziraphale, an angel."

Pointing to the person next to him again, "He is Crowley, a demon."

The red-haired devil also stood up, reluctantly took off his sunglasses, opened his somewhat horrified golden snake eyes, stretched out a hand to Randall, and said impatiently: "Crowley .”

"..." Randall briefly shook hands with the other party.

"We're... er, partners, oh, not partners, not partners, angels don't make friends with demons, we're just, business partners, um," Aziraphale continued.

Randall opened his mouth and closed it again. He was still not sure if he believed the content of this passage, but he knew that he had many flaws now, but he couldn't say any of them.

We are now being threatened by terrorists!

Crowley is a demon who can see into people's hearts... At least Randall thinks so. If he is really a demon, then his professional level of instigating people's depravity should not be bad. Crowley glanced at him, as if Knowing what Randall was thinking, "My boss needs me to do something bad, and his boss needs him to save some lost souls."

The demon stretched out his hand and closed it in front of Randall, making a crisp sound, and Crowley concluded lazily: "So, we've canceled it, as long as we write some reports, those idiots won't be able to see anything."

"May the Lord forgive you." Aziraphale whispered after Crowley finished.

In short, the angels sent by heaven and the demons sent by hell have known each other since Genesis. During the long relationship, the two sides found a lazy way to fish in troubled waters. Since the former is responsible for bringing some benefits to mankind and the latter Then they are responsible for making some disasters. In short, the work they do will just offset in the end. It is better to stop both sides, and only report is well written, and the leaders' praise is indispensable.

"..." Randall suddenly felt that these contents were beyond his cognition, wondering if God would punish him for knowing something he shouldn't know, Randall asked with difficulty : "So, you... are here to watch the fun?"

Crowley held up a finger. "No, it's just for fun, for you humans."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen," Aziraphale said gently.

"I can get them all on the plane with guns, and I can make their gadgets disappear." Crowley snapped his fingers, "You can take this as a miracle-oh remember to write this in your In the report, or did you ask me to write it again this time?"

Randall: You are obviously a demon, why are you so proficient.

It seems that the endless crying of a child finally bored several horrified /frightened /f's. He put the muzzle of the gun| against the child's forehead, and said viciously: "Son, don't you fucking scream, Damn, go to hell!"

He moved his hand, pulled out the safety pin, and was about to pull the trigger. Randall subconsciously stood up from his position, and estimated the distance between himself and this terrorist/horror/f. Gun and knock down a few terrorists nearby.

Aziraphale put one hand on his shoulder, and in the next second, Terror pulled the trigger, and what appeared in the gun's mouth was not the expected bullet, but a stream of water...

The horror/horror/funnel was pressed several times, but the muzzle of the gun only sprayed out a clear stream of water.

"What the fu——ck?!" The horror/horror/f child clicked and clicked the trigger in confusion, and the child's clothes were soaked, obviously he felt no less puzzled than the terror/horror/f in front of him, He was so scared that he couldn't cry.

"No. [-], what's the matter?" Another teammate came over and asked, and was doused with water, "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?! What kind of broken guns are you preparing? Water guns?!" No. [-] roared.

"How is it possible, I checked before I came up," another person shot at the back of the chair, the result was no different from number four, a stream of water spurted out like this.

"...Wait, there must be something wrong."

The passengers who were intimidated by their equipment before suddenly realized that they seemed to be just bluffing. Several burly men rushed forward and wrestled with them. The people kicked them several times, and after four or five minutes, the small number of terrorists/terrorists/f were thrown in the corner with bruised noses and swollen faces, and tied up with ropes.

Crowley and Aziraphale looked at Randall together, with what seemed to be written on their faces: I just said it would be okay?

Randall: "..." How can a normal person think that the riot was actually caused by two workers who went to work to catch fish?

The cabin returned to normal, the piloting of the plane returned to the road, and the flight attendants also regained their professionalism, telling everyone that the plane still has 10 minutes to reach the destination, then please don’t panic, the police will come up to check whether there is any danger.

Randall sat back in his seat. Lula wore noise-canceling headphones and could hardly hear any other sounds. It can be said that she was the calmest person in this aviation accident.

"What did you not finish just now, Lula is the child of the stars?"

Aziraphale glanced at Lula and whispered, "Luna, the goddess of the moon."

"Those guys are different from the Nordic ones. They should have fallen into a deep sleep now...but this little girl has a part of the godhead," Crowley's snake pupils shrank, as if he finally understood what he had been wondering just now. What is it, "Oh, synthesis...you humans are really amazing, I swear this kind of thing is definitely not what we would do, but I still have to say, humans are really evil."

The author has something to say: *Falerno (Falerno): Wine in ancient Rome, it should be white wine in BC.

Now most planets are named after the Roman gods, so Lula can also be regarded as the child of the stars.

Stick with the bosses!

感谢在2021-04-2722:01:16~2021-04-2823:49:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of shore Lululu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!