The face of the "angel" is a little ugly, even though his facial features are extremely exquisite, but after being distorted by anger, it also looks extremely hideous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Who the hell are you! What is it? Zhou Yan saw the hideousness on the angel's face, and also felt the aura he exuded.

It's very sharp, it's sharp, it's a killing aura.

"Hehehe...... angel laughed, his slender fingers touched his handsome face, a little intoxicated, and a little sad, "Who am I?" I used to be an angel on high, a messenger to and from the throne of God, but now I ......"

The nails like magnolia didn't care about it, but they actually pierced the perfect face like this, and the bright red blood flowed down, making it look particularly bewitching on the fair skin. The movement of the hand did not stop because it was already bleeding, but continued. The nails had been wedged deep into the flesh of his face, and he had even searched for a while inside, and the blood was flowing more and more until his entire hand was stained blood-red.

He was very satisfied with his behavior at the moment, his eyes revealed incomparable seriousness, and when a moment of pain and happiness flashed in his eyes, his face had been completely torn off for himself.

The face that used to be handsome and extraordinary was now drenched in blood, and the angel who seemed to be the sun before was now like a demon crawling out of hell.

"I am an angel! Hundreds of millions of years ago, I was a noble angel, but now I am such a person, a ghost! ”

The flesh-and-blood face roared, trying to give full vent to his anger. But how can this anger, which has been accumulated for hundreds of millions of years, be so easily dissipated? The real anger of his roar came from the weak, ignorant, and ugly human in front of him!

"You human beings are but the last of God's creations, but the most ordinary of God's creations, you do not have the ferocity of a lion, the strength of a bull, or the rebelliousness of an eagle. You have only lived by God's mercy. Why did God choose you as a man and not come to save us angels? ”

This "angel" roared loudly as if he had committed a demon.

Zhou Yan sat down on the ground, unable to make the slightest sound......

Who's talking?

Zhou Di? "Angel?"?

Neither!

It's a book, it's talking!

Again, the book says, "No!"

What not? What is not?

Angels are not angels. Isn't that Zhou Yan also Zhou Yan?

It was a sword of fire, falling from the sky!

A fire sword, slashed from the sky, was going to slash at the bloody, demonic "angel".

It is a simple Chinese sword, the sword body is three feet one inch, the hilt is one foot three inches, the sword body has mountains, rivers and grass and wood grains, the sword handle is wooden, wrapped with red rope, the top is carved with a dragon's head, is opening the mouth and roaring, lifelike.

On the body of the sword, in addition to the cold light of the sword itself, there were also clusters of firelight, from clusters of flames.

On the sword, there is flame!

"Slay the dragon?" The angel's face was already blurred with flesh and blood, and the two eyeballs swirled in the eyelid sockets, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Who can resist the sword of God?

Who can break the cords of God?

Who can comprehend the wrath of God?

Who can taste God's kindness?

The glory of God is my hope!

God's judgment will come upon you! ”

The sword was finally cut off!

A wave of air swept around, and Zhou Yan happened to be in this wave of air.

The book that he had honestly held in his arms actually flew out of his hand, and the pages opened by himself, like a hen with open wings, protecting the child behind her.

In this wave of air, the pages of the book rustle and make a rustling sound, which is extremely painful to listen to.

After the wave of air, the book hovers in the air for a moment, then immediately falls to the ground, losing all life.

Zhou Yan looked at the obviously worn-out book on the ground, but he didn't know what kind of mood he should be in his heart.

And that sword has just begun to compete with the "angel".

A sword is a sword, it doesn't have the owner of the sword to control it, and it flips in the air on its own. Or at this moment, the owner of the sword is this sword!

The sword can't speak, but the owner of the sword can, it's its own master, so it can speak!

It says, "You are an evil spirit!" ”

The angel smiled without saying a word, and the bloody and bloody face, the smiling face, was even more terrifying and bloody.

"A great crowd of angels rebelled against God, and they became a spirit of rebellion, a spirit of fallen. They are no longer angels, and it is more appropriate to call them evil spirits! ”

And who's talking?

Zhou Yan glanced at the tattered book on the ground, and he didn't know why a thought suddenly flashed in his heart.

No one is talking, no one is talking, it is Zhou Yan's heart that is speaking, and it is Zhou Yan himself who is talking to himself!

But at this moment, Zhou Yan didn't have the leisure to experience the inner speech, and when the angel or the evil spirit thing that didn't know what was going on suddenly took off.

He vacated to grab the fire sword over there.

The fire sword suddenly emitted a glow like the sun, a flame on the sun!

However, all this was nothing in the eyes of that evil spirit angel.

It's like catching a snail in the grass, or stroking a sleeping lazy cat.

The angel's hand is soft enough, slow enough.

Gently reach in, gently carry through.

Flame...... Eventually, it will be nothing.

The fire sword, which was just a piece of scrap metal at this time, fell straight from the sky.

It ended up on the ground and became a pile of garbage.

"Something that is an eyesore! Get lost! "This evil angel is finally angry!

After the self-disfigurement, the face was drenched in blood, but whether the original handsomeness and extraordinariness was reality or an illusion. Maybe the face like the devil at this moment is his true performance!

His roar stirred the air between heaven and earth in an instant, and the air was constantly moving rapidly and directionally, and in an instant, it was a violent gale!

The wind blew against the sword, which had no power, and at the same time on the torn book.

The sword has become a piece of scrap metal.

The book has lost all its life.

What can they do and what can they do under this high wind?

The gale carries a knife, and it will cut mercilessly, and after the gale, don't say that it is the sword and the book, that is, the pieces they cut into, the powder that they cut, and in the end it is difficult to exist.

What about Zhou Yan? Where to sit and watch quietly?

Watching in silence forever?

He can see it all!

At that time, it was because there was an ugly-looking ghost that tightly clasped the driver's body that the car crashed into grandma!

At that time, it was because there were countless demons that covered the eyes of passers-by, closed their ears, and chilled their hearts, so they would not be saved.

At that time, a big ghost pressed my mother's body, and a big ghost dragged my father's legs, so they were both buried in a fire.

Then......

but they see, but they do nothing......

Zhou Yan, is he destined to be a silent watcher?

He's human! They're ghosts!

If ghosts want to harm people, then we have no choice but to kill ghosts!

Too easy.

His left hand is a book, and his right hand is a sword.

Reading books is for you to go to hell with peace of mind.

The purpose of practicing swords is to make the ghost go to you in fear.