Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Seeing Metatron open his eyes, the blond angel remained calm and asked, "Do you still drink water?"

The dry, burning throat made Metatron nod.

Although the blond angel fed most of the water to Metatron's face during the period, Metatron still choked repeatedly, but at least he drank some water and the pain in his throat eased a lot, at least he could speak up.

But his first sentence was not asking where is this, but——

"Where are my clothes?" Metatron blushed and asked, feeling that his body was completely naked under the quilt. As an archangel, he had never been disheveled, let alone being seen by others. I realized that I was completely naked, even if it was covered by a quilt.

The blond angel put the empty bowl on the table in the room and said: "You don't know how dirty your clothes are. Of course you took them off and threw them away. Do you still want to lie on the bed in those dirty clothes?"

Metatron choked.

The blond angel sat down on the chair next to the bed again, and asked lightly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"It's fine," Metatron said.

Actually not good at all!Metatron gritted his teeth in pain in his heart, it wasn't that there was any trauma, he could feel that the blond angel had performed a healing technique on him, even the fractures on his wings were completely healed, let alone other traumas.But now he feels that there is no place in his body that does not hurt. As a bright and pure spirit angel without a trace of filth, once it is invaded by the dark breath, it will not only cause degeneration, but also make the angel feel worse than death in the process of being polluted. .Even if he hadn't completely degenerated, there was still a lot of dark aura in his body, and this dark aura was enough to torture Metatron to want to hit the wall.

Thinking of this, Metatron wanted to take a look at the condition of his wings, but his body was so weak that he couldn't even raise his hands, so he had to look at the blond angel: "My wings..."

"It's okay." The blond angel took a look at Metatron's black and gold wings that were polluted. The feathers on the wings were corroded by the black mist and were dilapidated. Holy and perfect, "There is no problem except that it is too ugly. After returning to the heaven, go to the chapel to do a few purifications and then go to the holy pool to soak in the holy pool. It will be fine. The feathers need some time to grow."

Hearing the words behind the blond angel, Metatron, who was originally pale, turned green now. After a long time, he said, "Mirror...is there a mirror?" He gritted his teeth.

The blond angel glanced at him, "You'd better wait until you can get out of bed, and be careful to pass out." He didn't want to take care of him again.

Metatron wants to faint now, according to his words, how bad should his wings be?

"Have a good rest." With that said, the blond angel stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Metatron called to stop him quickly, "I still have a lot of things I want to ask you!"

"I'll ask again when I come next time. Rest at ease." After leaving these words lightly, the blond angel opened the door and left.

Metatron was left lying on the bed, his face swollen into a bun.

You at least tell me where this is!How do you want me to rest in peace!

After leaving the door, the blond angel walked unhurriedly in the palace. The palace's exquisite patterns and fresh and natural ornaments showed the identity of this palace.

Stopping in front of an exquisite wooden door, the elf guards guarding both sides of the door automatically opened the door for the blond angel, and automatically closed the door for the blond angel after the blond angel entered.

This is Angus' study room. Angus was dealing with business. His eyes lit up when he saw the blond angel come in. He immediately got up and saluted the blond angel: "Father God."

"En." Responding casually, the blond angel sat on the chair beside the small table, and there were several plates of fruit on the table.

Angus smiled and asked, "Is His Royal Highness Metatron okay?"

"Not dead yet." The blond angel said indifferently, "I'll trouble you to hide the fact that Metatron is here for a while."

"It's just a trivial matter. Angus can still hide a few angels in his palace." Angus laughed.

This is modesty. Angus can be regarded as the elf king created by God himself, and also the first elf. It can be said that the current elves can be so rich and peaceful because of Angus' leadership, so the entire elves It can be said that the clan obeyed Angus's words. In the hearts of the elves, besides God, Angus is the biggest.

As long as Angus ordered, not to mention hiding the existence of Metatron in his palace, even if Metatron ran around the Eternal Mountains, there would not be an elf to reveal the existence of Metatron.

Angus hesitated for a moment, and said: "Father, according to His Highness Metatron's physical condition, it is better to send him back to the heaven. The environment of the heaven is more suitable for His Highness Metatron to recuperate. If you stay for too long, you will grow stronger..."

"No need." The blond angel lowered his eyes slightly, "Why do you think I didn't take him back to the heavens and came to the elves instead? It's just a small lesson for him, he was tricked by the demons so easily, don't hurt for a long time How to remember the lesson."

Angus was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "So that's the case."

Ignoring the slight melancholy on Angus' face, the blond angel raised his eyes and asked, "How is the tree of life doing now?"

"The tree of life is growing beautifully now," Angus immediately smiled. "Is Father God going to take a look? The tree of life has been talking about you to Angus."

"...Hmm." The guilty blond angel replied indifferently.

The elves themselves have no reproduction function, because the silver-haired gods forgot to add the reproduction function to them when they created the elves, so they could only create a tree of life that could breed young elves later.Of course, only the silver-haired gods and the Book of Creation knew about this matter. Even Angus believed that the elves, like the angels, could not conceive offspring themselves, but reproduced with the help of external objects.

So the whole race was cheated by this scum god, and after the cheating, they went to thank and metabolize.Are you not afraid of being struck by lightning? ——The Book of Creation.

Unfortunately, I am Lei's boss, and he dare not attack me.Thank you for your comment, come here, I will reward you with two thunders. ——God language.

Behind the elf temple where the tree of life grows, it is guarded by the guards of the temple and taken care of by the priests, so the tree of life has now become a giant tree.The thick trunk, the branches that stretch out desperately, the dense and dense leaves that can hardly penetrate the sunlight, you can tell how healthy this tree is at a glance.

The blond angel with restrained aura and coercion is no different from ordinary angels. When the blond angel walked under the tree of the tree of life and pressed his hand on the trunk of the tree of life, the tree of life, which had been quiet for a long time, immediately became agitated. He swayed with excitement.

Angus on the side looked at the crumbling flower buds on the tree in horror. If any of them fell off, he would cry to death. There were unborn cubs in the family!

The blond angel frowned and whispered, "Tree of Life, be quiet!"

The branches trembled, and the branches of the Tree of Life stopped swaying and returned to its usual tranquility. Then the blond angel and Angus heard the excited and tender voice of the Tree of Life: "My God, is it you?!"

"Hmm." The blond angel pressed his forehead against the trunk of the Tree of Life, and then the whole tree of life lit up with a layer of faint white light, and the white light gradually faded after the blond angel's forehead left the tree trunk.

The blond angel turned back and said to Angus: "Don't listen to the nonsense of the tree of life in the future. What are you doing feeding the tree of life to drink holy water? This will only lead to excess nutrition."

Angus was a little embarrassed, "The tree of life said it was uncomfortable and wanted to drink holy water."

"It's just greedy. It's okay to drink a little once in a while. If you drink too much, it will be over-nourished and not conducive to its growth." The blond angel knocked on the trunk of the tree of life as punishment, "You too, tree of life, it's okay Don't mess with the elves."

"Yes, my God." The Tree of Life responded aggrievedly.

The blond angel's indifferent expression softened a bit, and he gently comforted the Tree of Life, "Don't be self-willed, Tree of Life, you must know that your duty is to nurture the children of the elves."

"The tree of life knows, but, but, the tree of life is very boring." The voice of the tree of life was crying, "The elves come to see my buds every day, but they don't talk to me, or they come to chat Ask me to give birth to more elves, or complain that I have too few flower buds! They don't play with me! Woooooo, they bully me! They only let me give birth to flowers! Wow—"

Angus is quite complicated in his heart. As the king of the elves, he only thinks that the tree of life is a plant that gives birth to cubs. Except when the buds of the tree of life bloom and give birth to young cubs, he almost only comes to see the tree of life. Yes, he thought that with the care of the priests of the temple, the tree of life must be healthy and happy, so he forgot that the tree of life also has its own consciousness.

The blond angel was so disturbed by the crying of the tree of life, he frowned and said, "Tree of life, don't cry, it's too noisy."

Tree of Life stopped crying immediately, but sobbed twice from time to time.

Angus stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed on the trunk of the tree of life, and comforted him with a smile: "Tree of life, I will come to see you often from now on, okay?"

"Really?" Tree of Life asked timidly.

"Really." Angus said softly.

"Well, well, then you don't have to pour holy water on me every day, it's so uncomfortable."

Angus twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay." Do you think they would like to ask the angels for holy water?

After leaving the temple, Angus asked, "Father God, did you go to see the Tree of Life only after you noticed that it was making trouble?"

"There are too few elves in your elves, and the bad mood of the tree of life will affect the birth of elf cubs." The blond angel explained in a light tone.

"Father God, you really care about the elves." Angus smiled with eyebrows crooked.

The blonde angel Mo, in fact, he just happened to be in the elves to solve the problem of the tree of life.

The next day, when the blond angel went to see Metatron, Metatron was already able to sit up by himself.

"Better?" The blond angel asked, pulling a chair to sit by the bed.

"Hmm." Metatron lowered his head and pulled the quilt up to cover his bare shoulders, his ears turned red.

One didn't want to speak, the other didn't know, the room fell into dead silence.

"This is... the Eternal Mountains of the Elven Race?" Metatron raised his head and asked proactively.

"Ah."

Metatron frowned, "Why don't you just send me back to the heavens?"

"As you are now," the blond angel stretched out his hand and picked up a half-black and half-yellow feather on Metatron's back wing, "If you return to the heavens and be discovered by the angel, do you know what a commotion it will be? Cultivate your wings in the mortal world before going back."

Turning his head to look at the raised feather, Metatron immediately moved his eyes away, thinking of the black mist of the magic circle and the force-fed liquid, a cold light flashed in Metatron's eyes.

Once the mood gets bad, the tone is not very good, "How do you know that I am in the devil world?"

"Father God said, he asked me to save you." The blond angel was very calm, very understatement.

No angel would lie about God's order, so even if Metatron didn't believe the blond angel's explanation, he could only believe it temporarily, and the blond angel saved him.

Thinking of this, Metatron pulled up the quilt again, and said with some embarrassment: "Can you... help me find a dress?"

The blond angel let go of the hooked feathers, "Well, just wait."

Half an hour later, Metatron silently looked at the... pink nightgown in his hand, the pink color was particularly dazzling at this time.

The blond angel's expression was very serious, "This is the palace of the elf king Angus. Apart from the clothes of the elf king, there are only clothes for maids and guards here. This is a rare nightgown I haven't worn."

Metatron twitched and rolled the pink nightgown into a ball and threw it into the arms of the blond angel. He smiled and said, "Thank you, I'll leave it naked." The color of this little girl, Who can wear it!It should be said which elf who can wear this size made the nightgown. Doesn't that elf have special hobbies? !

The blond angel was not annoyed, but just put the nightgown on the chair beside the bed and said indifferently: "Wear it as you like, and let you know by the way, the Elf King will come to see you later."

Metatron froze.