Chapter 77 (Western Gods and Demons)

Lucifer absorbed the ball of light that Sullier had given him, and when he opened his eyes, there was another light in them.

A pair of wings slowly spread out behind him, and another pair of wings stretched out from under the wings, and a pair of wings continued to grow underneath, a total of six wings!

Six pairs of wings are not long, only about one meter. Unlike the wings of Shalier or Medanzo, Lucifer's wings are not snow-white, and the golden and silver rays intertwine with each other.

A meter of sunlight shone on his furry wings, faintly revealing a star-mottled luster, reflecting a halo of countless rainbows that illuminated his eyes. The big black eyes had turned blue, and a pair of pupils seemed to be sprinkled with large and small sparkling diamonds. The black hair gradually shone with a brilliant golden glow, and it hung down like seaweed to the shoulders. It looks less childish, more noble, and exudes innate nobility and delicacy all over the body.

"No, kid, you're going to have plastic surgery while I'm away. ”

Izawa dragged his long voice and leaned lazily against the door, raising his eyebrows and smiling without hesitation.

"Facelift?"

"It's just that it looks different from before, not only does it look good, but it also has something more. ”

The light on Lucifer's body subsided a lot, and he looked at Ize, "Why have you been gone for so long, even if you praise me, it is not enough to offset your guilt." ”

"Don't be so strict, I'm just going to buy something I need. Ize is not afraid of Lucifer's threats at all, and what he has heard the most in the past few days is "I can't forgive" and "I will punish you if you offend", so he doesn't feel it at all now. Even if the child is to say, he will mostly listen to it as a joke.

"It takes so long to buy something? Don't give me those excuses, I'm ...... In short, I can tell what you say is true and false. Lucifer looked at Ize like a little adult, and frowned for a while, "What's wrong with your wings?" ”

Izawa walked over slowly, his left wing reaching out in front of Lucifer. Half of the white wings were scorched, all the black hairs around them were burned off, and there were blood beads dripping from the exposed flesh, and some of them had even exposed their white bones.

Lucifer's face was pale, his eyes were intertwined with intense anger, and his voice was low, containing infinite killing intent, "Who did it?"

Izawa chuckled, "Why, you feel sorry for me." ”

"Who did it?"

Seeing that the child was about to explode, Ize had to put away the joke, "It's nothing, it's just careless." ”

"Are you stupid for me?" Lucifer grabbed Ize's arm and tightened it suddenly, "Say it or not!"

Izawa looked at Lucifer's gloomy eyes and lowered his eyes slightly, "I'm just two wings." ”

It's not the six wings that are not rare on the seventh day, it's not the four wings that can be seen everywhere, it's just two wings.

Heaven is a place of goodness and hope, but the struggle for power and power never stops. As long as there are individuals who are individually conscious of the existence of the self-existent, struggle and bullying of the weak will occur everywhere.

Izawa won't say that he was bullied by some angel, and he doesn't have to say why, he just pointed out that he was a second wing who was not worthy to stay on the seventh day, and with Lucifer's IQ, he would definitely guess the reason.

He wouldn't tell Lucifer that he could avoid the wound or heal it. It's just that through Guò's observation in the past few days, he has been watched by many angels, and once he reveals his strength that does not meet his own, it will be even more troublesome at that time.

Moreover, feeling the opposite of the gloomy gaze, the child's hand touching his wings was extremely careful, as if he was afraid that he would hurt Izawa if he hit it hard.

As if he had no consciousness in his hands, he raised his hand and rubbed the child's hair. Looking at the child's stunned expression, Izawa smiled happily: "I'm fine, really." ”

It was only after blinking his eyes that Lucifer reacted, he pushed Ize's hand away, and snorted, "Cut, I didn't care about you." ”

"Shhh...... It hurts ......."

"What's wrong?

Izawa's hand covering his wings suddenly let go, and the corners of his mouth raised a deeper arc: "Aren't you concerned about me this time?"

Lucifer shook off Izawa's hand and turned his head to climb onto the Flowing Stone. The short legs crawled for a long time without stepping on the stone, and almost fell to the ground. When he failed to kick the stone on his third attempt, he was hugged from behind, "The little radish has a big head, and he knows that he has trouble with me." ”

Holding the child's soft body in both hands, there was a faint smell of milk from him, sweet. Izawa took a sip of satisfaction, and then smiled and said, "Why are you so cute." ”

Like a furry cat, Lucifer opened his teeth and claws in Ize's arms, "Let go!"

Izawa hugged him and put him on the marble bed, "Wait for me obediently." ”

"Hey!"

Ize turned his head just in time to see Lucifer's gaze fall on his injured wing, and he stopped talking.

"It's okay, I'll be back in a moment. ”

This time, Ize really didn't lie to Lucifer, and it didn't take long for him to return to the room with the tray.

The child looked at the eight cups of milky liquid on the tray and frowned and said, "I don't drink milk." ”

"This is not the milk you imagined, how about tasting it, if you don't like it, I won't let them persuade you to drink milk. Izawa picked up a glass containing one-fifth of the milk, poured the red juice from a small bowl into it, stirred it well, and handed it to Lucifer, "Taste it." ”

The child pursed his lips, but took the cup anyway and took a sip.

"How?"

Swallowing the milk in his mouth, the child looked at Izawa in disbelief, then at the milk in his hand, and drank the rest of the cup in one gulp. "What is this?"

"It's delicious, I didn't lie to you. ”

There was still a strong strawberry aroma in his mouth, and the child pretended not to care, "It's okay, it's not very hard to drink." As he spoke, his eyes turned to the rest of the quilt.

Izawa smiled and didn't say anything about him. He picked up a second glass of milk, this time pouring goose-yellow juice, "This one will taste good, too." ”

"It's okay. The child's eyes are getting brighter and brighter when he looks at the milk cup, and the taste is different every time he drinks it, but the taste is getting better and better. He couldn't help but look forward to what the milk tasted in those cups, and this experiment was new to him.

Izawa handed it to the child after mixing a cup, and squinted his eyes with satisfaction after watching the child drink, and said, "Well, I won't hate drinking milk in the future." ”

"How did you get it?"

"It's fruit juice with milk, which can bring out different flavors and allow you to continue drinking milk. Izawa looked at the milk marks on the child's mouth and smiled, "So you can drink milk every day." ”

The child turned his head and said in a hard voice, "What's your business, it's okay if I don't drink milk." ”

"Really, why do I think milk is important to you? If it weren't for that, the Four Wings wouldn't have been serving you every day and convincing you to drink it. ”

"Stupid! how could I need something like this!"

Looking at the child's appearance of pretending not to care, Izawa smiled and didn't bother to dismantle it. He walked over to the marble bed and was about to pick up the tray, but was pulled by the child.

"Huh?"

Lucifer pulled Ize's injured wing and helped him bandage it. He is not a healing angel of the light system, and he has not recovered to his previous level in the heavy injury recuperation, so he can only help Ize with simple wounds first.

Izawa raised the corners of his lips, "Thank you." ”

The child looked at Ize disappreciatively, he was just worried that after this man was injured, he would not be able to drink such delicious fruit milk.

I don't care about him!

The author has something to say: I can only write so much, and the weather is too hot to write quietly...... Let's continue tomorrow