The situation is not good!

Jian Er frowned, and her face was full of uncertainty. Before, she also pinned her hopes on the fact that the guy named Rosie was not strong enough and not "familiar" enough (after all, according to Rosie himself before, when he found out about his ancestor's diary, he had already begun to practice as little as possible and focus on training his own fists and feet), so that even if the Angel of Strength Rosie used Rosie as a sacrifice, he would not be able to recruit a stronger angel, after all, what level of angel could this attract was linked to Rosie's strength, wasn't it?

Of course, the best-case scenario is that Miarel, the Angel of Force, can only recruit a weaker friend than him, or again, a guy who is in the same class as him. Because at least with Jian'er's current strength, there is still a fight.

But now it doesn't look like this at all, the posture that the angel Miarel is putting on now, the angel who comes is at least above him, otherwise it would be impossible to become so "humble" with the kind of nostrils and arrogance that this person showed before.

The rotation of the vortex of light began to stop slowly, and then the light emitted by the cloud of light began to become softer and softer, and even took on a sense of sacredness.

"Ahh Instinctively, he shrank and turned into a bat, and with a flap of his wings, he suddenly retreated and flashed those rays of light.

"Moore, go to Lu Xiuwen's side, he will protect you. Jian Er hurriedly shouted, "Xiuwen ......"

"Yes, Miss!" Looking at the little bat rushing towards him, Lu Xiuwen raised his hand, and a faint black aura came out of his hand, covering Moore.

Moore, who was covered by the black aura, finally quieted down, and moved his body with some curiosity, feeling the surging power full of temptation in this black aura, if it weren't for the fact that he still had some sense, Moore almost couldn't help but absorb this power and practice.

"Xiuwen, how are you Xiuwu, are you affected?" Although Jian Er had heard Lu Xiuwen and them say that after this "wearing" righteous remains, they are almost the same as humans, but in the end, these two are ghost bodies, although they know that with the power of the two of them (ghosts) and their particularity, this so-called holy light should not be able to hurt them, Jian Er is still a little worried that the two ghosts will be affected by something.

"Miss Hui, it's okay!" Lu Xiuwen and Lu Xiuwu said in unison.

After making sure that her person was fine, Jian Er had the leisure to watch the excitement, raised her eyebrows, and looked at the light cloud in mid-air with a smile that seemed to be not a smile. Although I don't know what kind of angel that Guangyun is afterward, it's just that this effect is probably thrown to the blind man with a flattering eye, and the expression is in vain.

*********************************************************************************************

As he spoke, a pair of snow-white, crystalline jade feet appeared in the middle of the light cloud, and began to descend slowly, and the wings of Miarel, which were larger, longer, and whiter than the Angel of Force, stretched, and the long, golden-like hair danced behind the angel without wind. The hand raised slightly, the handsome face drooping twenty degrees, and the eyes full of love...... Every move and movement he does is sending a message - God, love the world!

It's just that when this person saw the situation at the scene, his face full of compassion stiffened, and then his whole body hardened, making the super stylish pose he posed before a little out of shape and funny.

Jian Er lowered her head suddenly, her shoulders twitched a little, and her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, for fear that she would be careless and laugh uncontrollably, because this expression was so funny.

If she was not mistaken, according to the agreement between the Holy See and those angels, this should have thought that the angel Miarel had already "cooked" the god who had made a contract with him, and then sacrificed Rossi and summoned him to the world.

According to the idea of this newly incarnated angel, it is estimated that this person thought that he had been summoned to enjoy the praise and worship of the believers as agreed. So this time he put on such a variety of sacred, all kinds of lofty postures, and those holy lights should be the blessings that this person is ready to give to those pious believers who come to worship him.

Because Jian'er can feel that the so-called holy light contains a vigorous vitality, which is extremely beneficial to the human body, and there is a sentence that those promoters who used to make health care products liked to say: Being illuminated by this holy light, it is definitely a cure for disease, and there is no disease to strengthen the body!

Didn't you see that the wounds on the bodies of those who were shrouded in this holy light had begun to heal at a speed that was visible to the naked eye?

"Well, that's pretty good. Jane nodded. At least no matter what, this angel has done good deeds, helped people, and accumulated virtue, hasn't he?

It's a pity that he didn't do good deeds, didn't help others, and didn't care if he didn't accumulate virtue, the newly born angel. What he cared about was that he would be considered a big fool! Looking at the group of people who were obviously hypnotized and unconscious, and then looking at the other group of people who were looking at him with a monkey show expression, this person's face instantly became darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Miarel, what's going on?" withdrew his hand, and the incarnation angel looked at Miarel with a grim expression, if he didn't have a good reason, then blame him......

"My lord, that's what happened...... "Miarel, the Angel of Force, hurriedly reported what had happened to him. As his subordinate, can the power angel Miarel not understand the character of his own adult? This adult is ugly when he comes out, if he doesn't give him an explanation, if he doesn't find such a gas barrel, this anger will be sprinkled on his head!

He hasn't lived enough, he hasn't had enough of these good days, and he doesn't want to end up being used as a punching bucket for his own adults and die at the hands of his own adults. (To be continued.) )