Chapter 497: Recover

"Eat, this piece of incense!" The roasted whole sheep was placed there, and the five men took the knife and cut off a piece after eating. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Snead joked, "Isn't it often written in the scriptures that humans eat mutton?" ā€

Legel took a big bite hard: "Don't be so stingy in the heavenly realm, don't even give a piece of meat to those who climb the stairs." ā€

"This mutton is really good, how do you want to cook it for the next meal? I heard that there is a shabu-shabu hot pot in the East, so let's eat shabu mutton at night. Rudolph was still thinking about the next meal.

Cheng Qianxun laughed, these teammates can really do it, in order to be full, and of course, in order to give her a good meal, they really killed and roasted the sheep.

Raphael looked embarrassed: "But they just ate it, and they ate it deliciously." Don't be angry, Raguil, haven't they cut down my fruit tree and roast your sheep? ā€

This made the five people who deliberately ate it laugh for most of the time.

It turned out that the female seraphim was called Raguil, and about five sheep were trembling and bleating in fear. I saw that the anger on her face was obviously hanging there: "Your tree can be planted again, but mine is a sheep!" ā€

Raphael pinched his fingers, looked at the sky with his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Your sheep can still be regenerated, we don't eat mutton anymore, didn't you say that you were afraid that sheep would give birth to lambs in the early years, and if you gave birth to too many lambs, you would raise them separately, and now the problem is solved, right?" ā€

When these frightened and trembling ewes heard this, they didn't tremble, but squinted and smiled. After living for so long, they have all become sheep spirits.

"That, this... It is not natural for an angel in charge of fertility to let sheep produce milk without raising lambs. Raphael's demeanor like a child lying was cute and ridiculous.

And the ewes nodded vigorously, bleating in agreement, making Raguil roll her eyes in anger.

At this time, Rudolph stabbed the fire: "There is not enough firewood. ā€

"Got it!" Regel stood up, but instead of taking the axe next to him, he conjured a chainsaw and pulled the switch, which made a loud noise.

"Slow, slow!" Raphael hurriedly waved his hand and made a pile of firewood beside them: "Why can't you make firewood and cut down the fruit trees in the Garden of Eden?" ā€

Legel threw the chainsaw back, sat down again, and nibbled on the lamb again.

"How can we mortals think so much." Snead smiled obviously: "You guys should have thought that it would be okay to give it to us earlier?" ā€

Raphael only smiled bitterly and looked at Midalen: "Lord Midalen, if you don't have an idea." ā€

"I'm the clerk, not the governor of the underworld." Midalen's loud voice seemed so amusing at this time.

Raphael stretched out his hands to the five people: "Okay, then you guys eat." ā€

"Mistress Midalen, you can't do this!" Raguil was anxious: "They eat one sheep a day, and they don't eat all the sheep?" ā€

Midalen's loud voice rang out: "Discuss it with Lord Raphael, and I'll make a record." "After saying that, he disappeared and left, and he really didn't care.

Raphael laughed chatteringly: "Okay Raguil, anyway, you have tens of thousands of sheep, even if they eat them every day, they won't eat them all." You just want to reward the obedient sheep and let them raise a few lambs. ā€

After hearing this, the five sheep nodded vigorously, and their eyes narrowed so that they could hardly see it.

Seeing the mortals take the wood and throw it into the fire, Raguil was so angry that he almost stomped his feet: "Anyway, you can just change some wood and supply them, right?" ā€

"Yes, that's right!" Raphael nodded seriously: "Everyone said that Lord Raguil showed off his wisdom, and he was guessed by the adults." ā€

Looking at Raguil's angry but still demeanor, after all, Seraphim can't be angry in front of mortals. At this time, Cheng Qianhiro couldn't help it again, and laughed with his teammates. Finally dispelling all the haze that has just passed through the first floor, laughter is the best treatment.

As soon as the angels left, Cheng Qianxun lay down again. She always felt tired, and that feeling of tiredness made the whole person feel tired.

There is also night in the heavenly realm, and those undead who have become children on the top floor can't play all the time, they can be notified at night, they can rest, and play again when the day is dawn.

Teammates sit around the campfire and enjoy the night sky of the celestial realm. In the underworld, everything is conjured out of nothingness, while in the celestial realm, the stars are real, innumerable, as if they were fake. But there is no moon, no Venus in the morning and dusk, and no Big Dipper, showing a difference from the mortal world.

Regel said worriedly: "Does Cheng look like he has depression?" ā€

"No way, she's just tired." Snead said angrily: "You all want to take advantage of her, or you want to skin her, if I were to go crazy." Either driven crazy by you, or mad by you. ā€

"Didn't you forget everything?" Gordon was apologetic: "The past is gone, don't mention it again." Cheng seems to be really wrong, I have never seen her sleep so well. ā€

Although she likes to sleep lazy, she has never slept like this, except for eating something, she basically lies in bed.

"Just let her sleep well." Rudolph sighed slightly: "Sometimes the heart is more tired than the physical fatigue, I just hope she can recover in two days, otherwise it will be difficult for her to get through the next level." ā€

Regel said very directly: "Don't bother her, if you need to solve anything by yourself, save more energy and think about how to help her." ā€

Sneijder held his breath and widened his eyes, while the rest of his teammates laughed, and Gordon smiled and patted Sneijder on the shoulder.

Cheng Qianxun fell asleep like this, only feeling tired, really tired, I really wanted to give up, I felt like I hadn't gone to class for a semester, but I was going to take the big exam tomorrow, and I failed anyway. Her fighting spirit has been exhausted, and she no longer has the strength to toss with the heavenly realm.

Snead came and called her again, and told her to get up and go to eat, this time without killing the sheep, and in order to make them stop killing the sheep, Raguil sent four angels to take care of their food and drink, and to get out all the food they needed.

Whether they are conjured up or moved from other places, they will not be eaten to death, otherwise it will damage the reputation of the heavenly realm.

Most of the food on the table was eaten in the Middle Ages, but it was also considered aristocratic, and the bread was also white bread, as well as honey, goat's milk, roast mutton, and so on. Probably only the wealthier nobles can standardize, and after gnawing on the impurities of black bread for so many days, they can eat such white bread, and the emperor can't eat it every meal.

Cheng Qianxun is not having a good time, it will be time tomorrow, but she still hasn't recovered, what should she do then?

Everyone could see her decadence, and there was no sound. After eating for a while, Sneijder suddenly asked, "Chihiro, how is your name written?" ā€

Cheng Qianxun was a little surprised, and heard Sneijder say: "I want to tattoo your name on my body, so that I can remember you." ā€

Gordon's eyes lit up: "Good idea, I found that what we have learned will not be forgotten, if we tattoo the words on our bodies, even if we forget them all, the words are still on our bodies, right?" I'm tattooed too! ā€

Cheng Qianxun shook his head and continued to eat slowly: "If the next one is not aimed at me, do you want to tattoo everyone's names on your body?" ā€

"It's going to be you!" Rudolph said calmly: "Because you made the Celestial Realm lose the bet, what they want to see is that you admit defeat or surrender in the Celestial Realm. Believe it, now you run to admit that everything you did before was wrong, and they will not only let you be an angel, but they will let us go. ā€

"Say no more!" Regel glared.

"No, let me continue." Rudolph stared at Cheng Qianxun and asked seriously: "If you want to disgrace the Hades, then kneel in front of them and beg for mercy, crying and repenting, then you can stop everything and live better." ā€

The teammates stopped talking and looked at Cheng Qianxun. Rudolph is not wrong at all, the Celestial Realm brought her here, that's what she wants, otherwise is there any other reason? Is it the Great Compassion who wants to save her fallen soul?

Cheng Qianxun understood all of a sudden, and after a little consideration, she thanked Rudolph: "Thank you, I won't give up, and I will never kneel down and beg for mercy." ā€

The corners of Rudolph's mouth lifted and he smiled. He turned his head and shouted, "What about wine, why is there no wine here?" Isn't wine a gift from God to mankind, but are you reluctant to take it out? ā€

One of the winged angels, desperately looking for wine, quickly brought a jug of wine and five glasses. Looking at the disdain and contempt on the faces of these angels, they must have been seen as demons with horns on their heads, tails behind them, and bat-wings on their backs.

Of course, these angels were not expected to pour wine for them like the maids of the underworld, but Rudolph took the jug and poured five glasses of wine, and he took one and raised it: "For our favorite princess, do it!" ā€

Watching the other teammates raise their necks, they all drank in one go. Cheng Qianxun took the wine glass with excitement and drank it all.

"One stroke, then one horizontal, and finally one vertical in the middle. All right! Cheng Qianxun wrote in mid-air with a drunken spirit. A white cloud was created in front of the fingers, forming a large character in front of them.

Several teammates watched from the side, and Regel asked strangely, "Aren't Chinese characters very complicated, how can they be so simple?" ā€

"The simplest Chinese characters have only one stroke, and the most complex ones have dozens of strokes." Cheng Qianxun's cheeks were red from drinking, and he wanted to laugh: "This word is read thousand, it is the best written in my name, a thousand out of ten hundred thousand." ā€

"But I want to know how Cheng writes, hey, hey, Chihiro, don't sleep... No matter how much Snead pushed, Cheng Qianxun fell asleep on the table.

Cheng Qianxun was shaken awake, and when he woke up, he saw Raphael and Midalen already standing not far away.

"You're really good at sleeping, it's almost out of time." Raphael said with a smile.

Cheng Qianxun sat up and immediately covered his forehead, a little dizzy.

"Drink less before you climb the stairs." Raphael walked over, stretched out his hand, and rested on her head for a moment, the headache disappearing in the holy light from the palm of his hand.

"That's it!" Raphael turned around, clapped his hands, and said to Midalen with a finished look: "Now that she is in good health, the underworld will not say that we are unfair, they can go." (To be continued.) )