What is the definition of an angel?

The messenger, the son of God, the one who praises the gods. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Their status is higher than that of humans, but angels will never be forgiven by the gods once they fall. At the end of the day, God will lead only human beings, not angels.

A living angel walked the streets of Babekala with such a swagger, and every ray of light shining on him was smeared with a shocking tenderness and compassion.

The doctrine describes that Michael, the angel listed on the right hand of God, not only has the courage and incomparable power that mortals do not have, but also has the most beautiful appearance. He is brave and resolute, belligerent, but full of compassion, with absolute negation and ruthless annihilation of evil, the embodiment of "absolute justice", without a trace of darkness.

So, the person who is walking on the street is an angel! With a god-like face, people can only worship and pray from afar.

In those light blue eyes, there is a deep affection like the sea, and every time I glance at my body, I will have a strong trembling feeling from head to toe, and there will be an illusion of being completely seen.

All secrets are no longer secrets, and all dark and corrupt corners of the soul will be illuminated by light and transparency.

The good ones can't help but come closer, and the fallen flee in fear.

I praise you, angel who walks among men.

Qin Luo found the skincutter again and changed his personal leather mask, and there was this scene like praising the messenger of the gods.

But where do they know, the brightest, but also the darkest.

The third district of Babekala, the upper aristocratic area without high-rise buildings, has sunshine, a warm breeze, a large area of flowers and plants, and well-dressed people every day.

In the end, it is the innocent child, who is enchanted by the angel who seems to be the most gentle and beautiful.

"Mom, angel!" The child, who was not yet five years old, stubbornly stopped and pointed at Qin Luo with a chubby finger.

The mother stopped to look at the man wandering carelessly in the shade of the tree, and the gentle sunlight shone on his body through the shade, as if there was a bright diamond wandering in fine pieces.

The mother was a little confused, a little surprised, and even more incredulous.

"People, will there be such a temperament?" She muttered to herself.

The bright temperament that radiates from the sun from the inside out, warm, clean, transparent, and incomparably pure people who can be understood at a glance.

It is impossible for people to imitate this pure temperament, only gods, only angels, and only those imaginary elves can be so clean.

If you insist on saying that people also have it, then only newborn children will be so pure, but babies can only have purity, not this kind of bright temperament.

So, is it really an angel coming?

This doubt flashed strangely in my mother's mind, and then this doubt instantly took root and grew in my heart.

"Mom, I want to see the angels!" The child couldn't help but want to run over and get up close and personal with the beautiful creatures in the stories his mother had told him at his bedside.

It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful! I really want to play with the angel, I really want to bring him home! The child thought so in his heart.

Once the obsession arises, it is like a blank paper being infected, and the child walks on his little fat legs and pounces towards Qin Luo like a hot wheel.

Qin Luo tilted his head slightly, watching the child run towards him with his arms outstretched, ignoring his mother's angry face, he curled the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.

The skinner's skin mask is amazing. He was able to maximize the temperament of the masked person through the mask.

So, there was a child who, after seeing him for the first time, was bewitched!

He bent down and took the child in his arms, who giggled, stretched out his arms, and hugged his neck tightly.

Taking a deep breath imperceptibly, Qin Luo smelled a trace of abnormality hidden in the clean fragrance on the child's body.

Ahh

"I'm so sorry! The child is not sensible. The mother hurriedly came over and apologized, and then patted the child's head, "Come down!" ”

"No! Angels like me very much~ Mom! The child lay in Qin Luo's arms and said coquettishly.

Qin Luo just smiled silently, and then handed the child back to his mother, who still wanted to pull Qin Luo desperately.

"An unbelievable child, the angels will not like it." Qin Luo shook his fingers in front of his eyes, and said softly, his light blue eyes calmly looking at the child's eyes.

The child's hand pulling Qin Luo's clothes suddenly retracted, his eyes were closed, and his head shrank on his mother's neck.

The mother was a little surprised, she felt her child tremble a little, and then looked at this angel-like man, he still smiled softly, clean and clear.

Saying goodbye softly, Qin Luo watched the mother holding the child leave quickly. Tsk, the child is trouble, just by looking at his eyes, he can actually see through what he hides under his eyes.

However, it would probably be impossible for that kid to run out of the confines of the thing he saw in Qin Luo's eyes for the rest of his life.

That is, scrapped?

"Really...... Enough bad luck! Qin Luo muttered and continued to wander the streets, because the target person he was going to meet had not yet appeared.

He bought a marshmallow from the mobile robot on the side of the road, held it in the palm of his hand and ate it leisurely, and by the way, he admired the various expressions of passers-by when they saw him. Life is full of variety.

Of course, there are the children who have surrounded him for a long time and refused to leave, and they are reluctant to leave only when their own adults call them, and there are children who wish to keep the address of this angel, or simply invite him to live in their house.

It's really clean and delicious! Qin Luo sighed, tore the marshmallows he bought one by one, and handed them to each child.

After the children lined up one by one to take a piece of marshmallow from the angel, they left happily, and when the last one stood in front of Qin Luo, Qin Luo found that this was not a trivial point.

A teenager with an easel on his back held out his hand to him.

Qin Luo glanced at him, and then stuffed the tear-off slice of marshmallow into his mouth: "Want to eat?" ”

"Yes! Angel's marshmallows, sure to be delicious! The boy replied firmly.

"You better buy it yourself, there, thirty meters ahead, the robot is vending!" Qin Luo pointed to the robot that was running on its own.

The boy just smiled: "It's too far, I want to taste yours!" ”

Thirty meters? Far away?

Qin Luo ate to himself: "Say, what are you looking for me to do?" ”

The young man was a little stunned when he heard Qin Luo go straight to the topic, and then immediately said with a little nervousness: "When I saw you on the road, I felt that you were particularly suitable for being our painting model." ”

"So?" Qin Luo threw the marshmallow in his hand into the trash.

"So, could you please join our Morbius Society?" The young man grinned, the hope and expectation in his eyes burning to burn people's eyes.

Qin Luo looked at the young man with the easel on his back with a smile, he couldn't imagine that this angel he thought was waiting for him when he came here today.

Wait for him to jump into hell instead of ascending to heaven.

"I don't know how to draw!" Qin Luo said.

"You just want to be our model, it's an honor to be painted with a beautiful face like yours that is invisible to the world!" The boy said with a fanaticism for painting.

"Then you draw a picture and take a look!" Qin Luo sat down on the rest chair on the side of the road, put his arms on the back of the chair, and looked at the young man with a smile.

"Wait a minute!" The young man turned around and waved his hand not far away, and then the young men and girls who came rushing wildly crowded around Qin Luo, as if he had been watched by the little ones just now.

"Each of us draws a sketch for you!" The original boy said solemnly to Qin Luo.

Qin Luo watched them gather around him, then unloaded the easel he was carrying and quickly set up a posture.

The sound of the pencil rustled, Qin Luo looked at the black-haired and black-eyed young man who was the first to contact him, and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of using this kind of easel?" ”

The boy looked up and smiled: "My grandfather told me that only by learning to master the most primitive painting tools can we master the essence and soul of painting!" ”

Generally speaking, only a few strokes are enough, so after five minutes, the young man put the sketch he had drawn into Qin Luo's hands.

"How? Not bad, right? The boy was triumphant.

Qin Luo looked down at this sketch, it was indeed very good, it was really just a few strokes, and his expression and face were vividly displayed.

"Very good!" Qin Luo praised.

"Will you join us, then? Morbius Painting Club, very good! The boy pointed to himself with his thumb.

Qin Luo put down the sketch paper in his hand and asked with a smile, "What's your name?" ”