The protagonist wants to steal my script again

As An Minghui said, the storm will come soon.

Dark clouds covered the sky below Cloud City, so that the prisoners above could not see the ground, but could only hear the deafening thunder and see the lightning flashing in the air.

Except for the occasional thunder and lightning, the storm will not affect the prisoners on Yuncheng too much. At this time, this place can be regarded as one of the safest places among the laws. However, An Minghui did not show any relaxation because of this. The appearance, but the mood became more and more heavy.

This is a world full of killing and evil thoughts, and it is also a rare world where An Minghui cannot completely relax, calm down and appreciate.

He still prefers and is more used to dealing with others with a smile and kindness, but the situation here makes it impossible for him to do so, but to be alert to anyone and be prepared to deal with attacks.

Noah saw all this in his eyes.

Although An Minghui was always smiling, and his voice was always so gentle and sweet, Noah occasionally noticed something strange in it. His most important creation seemed not always as happy as it seemed.

But he knew too little about these species under the throne. Even though he found that An Minghui occasionally felt tired and depressed, he had no way of knowing the reason.

So Noah asked again and again, tirelessly, but An Minghui would only tell him that it was okay, it was just a normal little emotion, and he didn't need to be so concerned.

How could it be normal, how could it be unnecessary to care about it.

But An Minghui didn't want him to pay attention to these things, so he couldn't pay attention any more. He always wanted to realize An Minghui's wish.But that kind of anxiety and irritability kept emerging from the bottom of his heart, so he could only pinch out red marks one after another on the palm of his hand at an angle that his angel could not see.

Noah stared fixedly at the angel in front of him who was quietly feeling the breeze with his eyes closed, his eyes seemed to be attracted, and he couldn't move away at all.

An Minghui opened his eyes, looked to the left with a smile, raised his arms to let two birds flying from the sky land on his arms, and said kindly: "It's you two again? Should I say long time no see?" ?”

What stopped at An Minghui's hands were the two black and white birds that had met once. An Minghui didn't know their species, only that they were probably a pair of twin monsters.Although they looked harmless, since they were able to fly up to such a high place in Yuncheng, they knew that they were not weak little animals.

The white bird flapped its wings, took off and landed on An Minghui's left shoulder, and the corresponding black bird flew to his right shoulder. But the little guy who is very different looks quite interesting.

"According to human beings, you should be twins? This is very good, and you won't feel lonely if you have a company?"

While talking to himself, An Minghui smoothed the black bird's feathers casually, and softly sang a song along with the chirping of the two birds.

Raising his hand to catch a piece of feather blown by the breeze, Noah gently stroked the soft and white feather with his fingers. The singing of angels and birds echoed in his ears, and his expression softened unconsciously. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, quietly watching the feather between his fingers.

——what a beautiful feather, as clean, white and soft as the angel itself.

Noah always liked to see An Minghui's smile, which made him feel that his existence was meaningful.

This angel has brought him so much comfort, they used to be so close, since An Minghui was created, he has always been his favorite creation, and he is also the one who is the best at using language among the ten archangels , and has the most white and beautiful wings.

It's a pity that his angel got into a little temper with him later—his angel is still so beautiful and fascinating even when he is angry—in this subtle gap, those inferior species lure his angel fan It made him feel a little helpless to lie, but it was just a trivial matter, if An Minghui liked it, then it was fine.

What's even more abominable is that those incompetent lower gods actually put his angels into such a place when he was not paying attention, and he failed to take good care of his angels again.

Fortunately, An Minghui was not angry with him, his angel was still so gentle and understanding, willing to continue to accompany him, and even bestowed his name on him.

He wants to take good care of his creation, because even if he is a god, it is impossible for him to reproduce such a magnificent miracle. An Minghui's existence is unique.

As long as his angel was happy and smiling about it, what wasn't he not doing?

God is supposed to be omnipotent, and believers who are favored by God should unscrupulously demand from God.

Now this body that has become an Omega is filled with the pheromones belonging to his angel all the time, which makes him feel happy, because in this way, his angel is satisfied, and he himself feels unprecedented The mysterious pleasure.

Noah didn't want An Minghui to deceive him, it would make him feel disappointed, and it was also his negligence - why couldn't he just tell him what he wanted to achieve?Why are you unwilling to trust him and choose the time-consuming and laborious way of lying?

But he also knew that his creatures had a great penchant for lies, so if cheating him would please his angel, that would be a good thing.

——I can satisfy any desire of yours, and all you have to do is keep smiling at me.

——This world has no meaning to me, I just want to exist as your own god.

He really liked this angel whose whole body seemed to be glowing.

The index finger and thumb rubbed the feather reluctantly for the last few times. Noah stared at the angel whose eyes were closed and didn't look this way, and raised his hand to put the soft feather into his mouth.

Swallowing a whole feather is a very difficult and painful process, but Noah finished it very quickly, without even coughing. Obviously this is not the first time he has tried this kind of thing, and his eyes have changed accordingly. Get softer.

He knew he was an incompetent god.

When his angel was at the mercy of that stealthy assailant, he couldn't even sense his presence, let alone shelter him.

Noah's palm gently covered his abdomen, as long as he knew that there was something belonging to An Minghui there, he would feel that he was recognized and that his existence was meaningful.

He was thinking seriously: what else can I give him next?

"What are you thinking about?"

An Minghui, who didn't know when he stopped singing, looked at him with a smile, and the two birds were already flying in the air, fighting unfriendlyly.

"You." Noah answered his question truthfully.

This straightforward answer was expected, but An Minghui still couldn't help laughing, turned his gaze back to the two birds, and said with emotion: "It seems that the twins are not as close as I imagined."

Noah asked, "You don't like it?"

"No, I just think it's amazing." An Ming shook his head with a dark smile, "Sure enough, no matter how close the relationship is, quarrels are inevitable."

"I won't fight with you."

After a short pause, An Minghui nodded in agreement with his statement: "Then correct me, everyone except us will inevitably quarrel."

It's amazing to think about it, he has traveled through so many worlds, and he has never had a quarrel with any of the protagonists.Although he is originally a person with a calm mind and is difficult to quarrel with others, none of the protagonists has ever had any signs of quarreling with him.

Every time he gets a little serious, the protagonist doesn't dare to argue with the last sentence, and unconditionally agrees with every sentence he said.

——Could it be that he is too domineering?Shouldn't it?

An Minghui was thinking dumbfoundedly, but he didn't notice the focused and fiery eyes of the people around him.

Noah stared at the angel beside him, every tremor of the pair of snow-white wings was captured by him, and An Minghui's figure was clearly reflected in the pair of pure inorganic golden pupils.

He seemed to have thought of what to give his angel.

After the fight, the bird, which fell to the cloud next to it and combed its feathers, tilted its head and looked at the two people standing side by side. The pair of mottled gray wings were reflected in the black bean-like round eyes.