The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

"You can't talk, can you?" Goss raised his eyelids coolly, "I stuck out my tongue and cut it off for free. Which one hurts more than Shengguang?"

Originally, although a lot of things happened today, Goss was quite happy.Now seeing this devil with a shy face, and hearing what this devil said about which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, I am annoyed again.

When he got annoyed, his eyes became unfriendly.

Barberet, who was stared into the eyes: ...do not want to laugh anymore.

Barberet turned serious instantly.

He can't afford to offend this old man.

Goss could swing him with one hand until he couldn't get up for five days.

And he has a bad temper, so it's fine if he doesn't want to talk to people, as long as others don't pay attention to what they say, he will come over with sharp eyes, and the coercion of the demon knight makes others sweat.

Over time, everyone figured out Goss's thunder point: the only Seraph in heaven, the Archangel Archangel, Ansair who can burst the heads of three demons with a single sword.

Just mentioning this archangel, whether it is good or bad, will make Goss' face pull down.

"You don't have to," Barberet is very sensible, "Doug asked me to come and tell you that the jihad has not been a few years, let you take it easy and don't play yourself to death."

"Otherwise, who will stop that one then?"

The six-star cross sword stood in the confession room, and no one believed that something bad would happen to Ansair.More people think that it was Seraph who put the weapon there to deter the enemy on purpose.After all, that was a top combat power comparable to half of heaven, and they couldn't even imagine that apart from God, who else could beat him.

In the Holy War, it is a tacit unspoken rule that the devil will always face the seraphim.

The previous demon king of hell ended up in the hands of Ansair, and then the demons have been suppressed and beaten for hundreds of years, and they had to walk with their tails between their legs when they saw angels.

After Goss descended into Hell and overturned the eighteenth floor, everyone was very friendly to him, complimenting him free of charge, and offering things continuously.Goss thought it was a Muqiang custom in hell until Jihad—

These old yinbis all found their opponents by coincidence, and with a look of fierce fighting, they tacitly pushed Goss in front of Seraph.

Fortunately, Goss is very competitive. Although he can't win overwhelmingly, a tie can be achieved.

From then on, Goss' exclusive opponent was Ansair, and the end of each holy war was when Ansair and Goss finished fighting.

If Goss accidentally folded, they would have to use various means to choose who would face Seraph.

In that scene, it can only be said that the more yin will win.

Goss glanced unconsciously into the room, and then came back quickly, raising his arm to close the window: "It's useless to worry."

Barberet realized something, he leaned on the window to wrestle with Goss, and squeezed his eyes: "Hey, don't, that person in the room won't let me see?"

Goss pressed Barberet with one hand so that his arms trembled, but Barberet looked at Goss stubbornly, insisting on a result.

Goss was impatient: "It has something to do with you?"

Barberet: "Then if you give birth to a little devil, you must have great aptitude, why don't you show it to that old lady Doug?"

Goss' face was weird for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he had eaten something bad.

He said: "I give birth to you, get out."

The windows were grimly shut.

Barberet rubbed his sore arms and said with a smile, "Isn't it a golden house? I'll know sooner or later."

"Go away," Goss said.

The little angel in the room seemed to be awakened by the noise, half sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Goss: "Woke you up?"

Ansair tilted his head: "Do you want me to give you a little devil?"

Goss: "..."

His face turned red with a "boom", even his neck was not spared.

He lost his gaze for a moment, and immediately denied: "Don't listen to his nonsense!!!"

Ansair: "But I'm a male angel, can you?"

Goss's brain was about to explode: "No...this really doesn't work..."

A well-behaved angel tilted his head, making the rebellious devil blush.

"No," Goss blushed and changed the subject, "He will definitely find someone to use magic to check you when he goes back. Will you be found?"

Ansair smiled: "No, Seraphim is naturally immune to search magic."

Goss nodded, relieved: "That's fine."

Barberet went back to hell and went directly to the vampire Doug: "Doug! Use your blood magic to help me find out who is in the Goss room!"

Doug pushed the monocle, his face was cold, and he didn't want to talk to him.

Barberet pushed him on the shoulder: "Hurry up, Goss won't let me watch it, I think there is really something going on!!!"

Doug couldn't help him, so he could only close his eyes and use blood magic to detect the people around Goss.

...not found.what happened?

He tried again.

a long time.

Barberet looked at Doug sweating profusely, as the monocle slid down and was lifted up again, and asked anxiously, "Did you find out? Who is who?"

Doug's fingers trembled, and his tone was weak: "I can't find out."

"Why can't it be found out?" Barberet wondered.

"...Fuck!" He reacted so suddenly that he almost didn't jump up.

Barberet and Doug looked at each other.

The inaccurate detection magic of vampires can only appear in high-level heavenly species.

So the biggest possibility is-

"...Goss has an angel???"

A night without sleep is nothing to a phantom creature, and Goss's state has not been affected.

The knight preliminary competition only required the application form to be submitted, and the basic information such as height, weight and appearance were not qualified.And today is the second selection, and he really wants to show his face in front of the priest class.

Goss' night-black hair and scarlet eyes must never show up in front of these priests who respect the light.

He needs a camouflage.

It stands to reason that the abyssal species should be very good at these strange magics, but Goss is an exception.

Almost all of the magics he mastered are powerful and destructive, such as bloodthirsty, doomsday storm, hellfire and other magics that are frightening at first sight, mixed with some magic that he once learned from Ansair. A holy spirit healing technique.

Although he couldn't hold the power of light in his body now, he still had a good grasp of the holy spirit spell Goss.

Even if he memorizes even one holy light lighting technique, he still doesn't know the camouflage technique.

He was silent in the mirror: Is he going to dye his hair and wear colored contact lenses?

A reserve member of the Hell Demon King, a demon knight who lives on the [-]th floor of the abyss, has dyed golden brown and silver hair, and wears blue-brown-green colored contact lenses. Is this reasonable?

When the time comes to be recognized, it will be humiliating.

Ansair seemed to have discovered Goss's problem. He tugged at the hem of Goss's clothes and said to him, "I know how to disguise."

Goss: "Aren't you still an angel infant?"

Ansair shook his head: "It does not affect the use of this skill-based magic."

Ansair calculated the space needed to take him to the knight selection, and accurately said a distance that would not leave his sight.

"But you can't stay 50 meters away from me."

Goss nodded in agreement: "Yes."

He sat on a chair, lowered his eyes, and waited for Ansair to use his camouflage technique like an old man.

Some small flames sprang up in Ansair's heart again.

He knew that Goss had grown a lot since he left him, but looking at Goss's appearance of being fearless and pointless, he always wanted to... let Goss show a bewildered side.

He walked up to Goss, put his hands on the side of Goss's face, and gently held Goss' head down.

Goss didn't resist at all, and bent his back with gentle force, letting the little angel operate.

The little angel smiled, and pressed his forehead to Goss's, and the bright power of light was emitted from the touching part.

Goss couldn't tell whether it was the power of light that was so warm, or the warmth of the little angel's forehead.

Their foreheads touched, and Goss's sight was full of Ansair, and he couldn't escape.

He saw Ansair's clear eyes, and his unwavering... concern.

There was always a secret fear in Goss' mind.

He knew that he couldn't ignore Ansair, even if the people around him had been teased several times by him not to gossip about angels, but every time there was any news about angels, Goss would quietly prick up his ears.

Focus on Ansair, like his instinct.

The jihad that occurs every 500 years is like a big enemy for others, but for him, it is a long-lost reunion.

After returning from the first jihad, Goss's face was frosty and his body was covered in blood. All the demons in hell were silent, fearing that he would be held accountable.But Goss just let them go.

The only one who is qualified to stand opposite Ansair is him.

But... He never dared to put this concern on the surface.Every time he mentions Ansier, he gets black face because he doesn't know what expression to use; when he hears Ansier's cross sword here, he rushes directly, making the whole hell think that he is here to seek revenge.

He was afraid that his caring would be too obvious, and others would regard him as his weakness.

Isn't it too shameful for others to touch your emotions without blinking an eye?

But at this moment, when he couldn't avoid looking directly into Ansair's eyes seriously, he realized that it was the same concern as his own.

The restlessness that had lingered in his heart since he rescued Ansair last night and formed a pact with Ansair dissipated.

He wasn't sure whether his choice was right before, he was afraid that he would be hurt badly, but now...he believed that Ansair was the right choice.

He looked at Ansair calmly and lowered his eyes.Like a wolf who has let go of the shackles of trust and is finally willing to be petted.

With the camouflage completed, Goss' hair is platinum blond and his pupils are blue to humans.

The same hair color and eye color as Ansair, but both of them are very satisfied.

Ansair lowered his hand.

"Let's go," Goss put his cheek against the little angel's face, "join me in the knight selection."

The second selection test for the knights of the Holy See is physical fitness and the level of light elements in the body, which are also the most important conditions for knights.

The stronger the physical fitness, the better the knight can perform the duty of guardianship; the more light elements in the body, the more it can resonate with the priest.

When someone asked about Ansair's identity, Goss hadn't made up his mind when he heard Ansair raised his head and called him, "Brother Goss."

Goss: "..."

Goss: "That's right, he's my brother!"

With the same hair color and eye color, they really look like a family.The priest glanced at Goss inexplicably, not understanding why he was suddenly excited.

Because of Ansair's delicate and lovely face and his status as a small family member, he got a viewing spot.

Goss was watched by Ansair, and during the selection process, he punched the force measuring stone, leaving the priest in charge of recording dumbfounded; when others were embarrassed to avoid a beam of light arrows, he was already able to use the light arrow rain He was unscathed; a variety of extremely dangerous and treacherous terrains were as smooth as walking on the ground for him...

He didn't know why he had to be so high-profile, but seeing Ansair's gaze, he felt...the power was simply inexhaustible.

Goss laughed at himself in his heart: It's really like a peacock with its tail open.

But he couldn't help himself from turning on the screen.

When the selection was over, Ansair came up to him and hugged him, complimenting him: "Brother is so amazing."

Goss felt that he was really awesome.

Pope Orvis took the newly released list of knights and asked his son Ashburn which one he wanted to be his exclusive knight.

The Holy Son was expressionless, and asked indifferently: "Why do I have the right to choose? As far as I know, the first overall quality in the past automatically became the exclusive knight of the Holy Son."

"This," the Pope was embarrassed, "it was indeed like this in the past, but this time the overall quality list is too strange. His physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people, and he is the top knight in history. But there are too few bright elements in his body. Well, it can be said that there is not at all."

"In other words, it is impossible for him to conclude a knight contract with you."

The author has something to say:

Because he is a knight of Ansair!

It's too embarrassing to want a demon with light elements in his body hhhh