Old Joey's smile froze on his face at once.

He didn't answer the question, but slowly raised his head and stared at him with a gaze that the angel couldn't understand for a while.

The angel saw that old Joey did not speak, and thought that he was also thinking about it.

"Hmm...... This is indeed a problem. The angel smiled and said, "If you braise it, it will be very oily, and it will be very troublesome to bake it directly, but the taste should be better." ”

"......," said old Joey, who was still silent.

"Well, I look at you, you should be a butcher." He pointed to the knife on Old Joey's waist and said, "Then you slaughter this pig for me first, and then stretch your neck over, you should thank this pig, if it weren't for its cuteness, you would have died by now....... Hurry up and do it, why are you still stunned? ”

The angel said with a little displeasure when he saw Old Joey's blank appearance.

"Braised flag? Or is it grilled straight? Suddenly, Old Joy repeated the question.

The angel finally got angry: "It's not something you have to think about, do what you have to do, you stupid pig-faced pig!" He shouted at a louder voice.

However, he suddenly realized that the butcher did not seem to be talking to him...... Because, he saw that the big fat man leaned down slightly, and let his ears close to the little pig.

He ...... He's asking the pig? This ridiculous idea appeared in the angel's head.

Then, "Hum ~ Hum ~"

The pig actually snorted twice.

The angel was stunned, he actually saw a person, discussing with a pig whether to braised or charcoal-grilled?

That...... What you want to cook is ...... Who?

He couldn't figure it out, but he soon knew the answer, because he saw the tall fat man in front of him straighten up and look at him.

"You're too skinny to be a good feed."

“？？？” The angel was a little confused.

"Pego doesn't like you, but it's better to chop it up."

“？？？” The angel listened to this passage, and the other party said it very easily, as if he was talking to himself about a trivial matter.

However, the angel inexplicably felt that he was sweating.

He saw Old Joey take out the butcher knife at his waist, and then naturally took a few steps forward and came to him.

The angel is still in an inexplicable state, from birth to this moment, he feels everywhere in heaven, the wings behind him bring him incomparable glory, this glory can allow him to enjoy the prostration and service of others with peace of mind, no one can disobey himself, food, respect, even the life of his people, he only needs to stretch out his hand, he can get it.

This is the truth, like the sun, the warm wind, the sea of blood, the temple of the Forsaken, a part of heaven.

So he never experienced what 'rejection' was, let alone fear.

But at this moment, a feeling that he couldn't explain was overflowing from his heart to the surface of his skin, making his hairs stand on end, and he was wet with sweat, and his expression did not change at all, but his lower body unconsciously urinated.

"What's wrong with me?" He was thinking, "What is this butcher going to do?" ”

As soon as he thought of this, he felt his neck pinched, and then he was pulled into the air, his eyes at the level of the butcher.

"Click-"

Boom!

The angel turned his head with difficulty, and then, unexpectedly, he saw that there was a knife stuck in his shoulder, which was deep into his shoulder, and his collarbone had almost slashed into his chest!!

"Ahh Ahh!!hhhhh ”

At this moment, the angel finally realized something, and he opened his mouth in horror, and cried out very unskillfully, "Ahhhh

"Don't move, you'll cut crookedly." Old Joey said lightly, then shook his wrist and pulled out the butcher knife, and then, "click" again.

The sun was still shining as usual, and the sea of blood in the distance drifted a little bit of wind with the smell of blood.

"Click...... Click......"

The piercing voice kept repeating, and the angel's screams went from strange to skilled to hoarse in a short time...... In the end, however, it all fell silent.

Old Joey half-squatted on the ground, stabbing one after another, he had done this kind of work countless times, so he was very skilled. The angel's arms, then the leg bones, when the sternum is broken, can chop the body open, and finally the head.

He didn't know when this guy had stopped screaming, and of course, he didn't care.

After about 5 minutes, the angel, in the true sense of the word, turned into a pile of minced meat, and Pego leaned in, sniffed, and then sneezed, a little dissatisfied.

"It's a little thin......," old Joey muttered, casually shaking off the blood stains on the knife and parting to his waist.

Chopped another person, very relaxed, very ordinary, I guess the kind of ordinary that will be forgotten after eating a meal.

However, this scene seemed to the pig-headed men beside the carriage...... It's just ...... Demon-like.

The man killed an angel.

He chopped the angel with a knife! It's like chopping a pig!!

......

No one can understand the state of mind of this group of pig-headed people at this moment, not even themselves.

They are the most devout people, and only in this way can they stay with the angels and serve them, although they are tired, although every time they receive offerings, there will be companions who die of exhaustion on the way, but this is the honor, and all the people of heaven should be proud of it.

But now his master is dead!

was chopped into minced meat by a butcher, and even when he chopped it, he was humming a little song!

So, what should you do now?

Do you want to shout?

Or is it crying??

"Woo woo woo ————"

Yes, you should cry!

"Ahhhh————hh

After the first pig-headed man made a sound, all the other pig-headed people seemed to understand what to do, so for a moment, the screams and cries filled the city.

Old Joey frowned, he didn't know why this group of people were crying.

He walked over and scratched his head: "Forehead....... I don't know what you're calling here, but you're free! ”

He said.

In an instant, all the cries stopped, and the pig-headed people seemed a little confused, and they looked at each other.

"Freedom?"

Finally, a pig-headed man looked at old Joey inexplicably and repeated the word.

Old Joey nodded: "Yes, free ......"

"Why be free?"

Old Joey scratched his head: "This ...... I don't know, but ...... You can't just kneel here. ”

(Ahhh There are not enough brains! ）

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