Xu Song floated in mid-air, looking at this beautiful sky city with some helplessness, this is a world with only light and whiteness, the blue sky in the background is the purest blue, as if a glance can purify the soul of the mortal world, the ground is soft clouds, one by one covering the rest of the vision, only revealing a corner of some gorgeous buildings in the distance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Xu Song's mood is very helpless, the opening prompt has just sounded, and the key point to start the plot is still to ask Xu Song to choose the body of the scene, but now, Xu Song has been floating back and forth in this narrow scene I don't know how many times, but he hasn't found any creatures except for the plot task Uqidil that can't be selected.

It's really embarrassing, Xu Song has nothing to say about this unreliable system, last time he failed the task inexplicably before he did anything, this time he couldn't even enter the scene?

Fortunately, the god-making system is not really so cheating, twenty-five minutes after the opening prompt sound, Xu Song has not yet selected the body, and the system sounded again: "Beloved Advent Divine Son, your selection time is about to end, if you have not selected the scene body at the end of the time, the system will randomly select the heavenly spirit in the scene as your scene body for you, please pay attention to the time allocation." ”

Hearing this term, Xu Song was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the setting of this world, angels are creatures that praise God, and the predecessor of angels is the spirit of heaven.

I see.

There was not much time left, Xu Song looked around Uqidil with wide eyes, and sure enough, he saw many small clusters of light blurred in the background.

"It turns out that this is also a celestial creature. Xu Song couldn't laugh or cry, he took a quick look, and he couldn't see anything good or bad, he only picked the largest light cluster, and Xu Song tapped it.

Sure enough, a system prompt sounded in my head: "Please confirm whether to select the current body?"

"Yes. Xu Song replied.

"The body of the Divine Son has been chosen, and the adventure will officially begin after the countdown of ten seconds, so please prepare for the Divine Son. Now the countdown begins: ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The adventure begins!"

As soon as the voice in his head ended, Xu Song felt that all his senses had disappeared, but the world in front of him seemed to have become clearer, and Xu Song didn't know how to describe the feeling of turning into a light cluster, he just felt that his body was flying around Uqidil uncontrollably, and the divine music of the heavenly realm, as if it sounded in the depths of his soul, and he couldn't help but sing along with the chorus.

The wise angel Uqidil looked in the direction of the god, and the ode he sang in his mouth was much more beautiful than that of Xu Song, a spirit of the heavenly realm who had not yet taken shape, as a human soul, Xu Song clearly came out of Uqidil's singing mixed with other emotions.

It is written in "Gray Feather", the wise angel always looks at the glorious power of God, and finally has feelings that angels should not have, and he falls in love with the figure of God he sees.

Angels are supposed to be the purest creatures, loveless and hateful, and the only reason for existence is to praise, so in the heavenly realm, any affection is unclean.

Ukidir himself knew this, and his heart was often filled with sin, but he could not end his abnormal attachment to God, for which he had been agonizing for months.

He quickly ended the chant and returned to his lodgings with a heavy heartbeat.

The heavenly realm is eternal daytime, Xu Song tried his best to control his light group body to keep up with Uqidil's flight, fortunately, all the actions in the heavenly realm were slow, plus Xu Song's original body originally had the inertia to follow him, so although Xu Song's flight trajectory was crooked and skewed, it was not beautiful at all, but he could still keep up with Uqidil's speed, that is, after changing the trajectory, it disrupted the other celestial spirits surrounding Uqidil.

For a while, the trajectory around this well-proportioned and beautiful Zhi Angel, who had formed an elegant flying posture for thousands of years, was a little chaotic, which made this Wise Angel, who was already in a bad mood, look even worse.

As Ukidil flew, the surrounding scenery slowly changed, not only tall and elegant buildings appeared among the clouds, beautiful little fountains surrounded by flowers, but also all kinds of angels, only winged, cute children, all of them delicate, cute or handsome, all of them were rare in the world, they were either flying leisurely, or whispering in groups to sing the glory of God, in short, there was a peaceful scene everywhere.

The dwellings of the high angels were far away around the central temple, and each of them was arranged according to their respective celestial ranks, and if one stood high in the sky and looked down, each of these angelic dwellings hidden in the clouds was the most exquisite garden of angelic dwellings, and together they looked like a huge cluster of flowers.

Although Uqidir is a four-winged angel, it is nothing in the heavenly realm, except for the seven archangels who are unique in their own authority, the number of other angels in the heavenly realm is innumerable.

Therefore, Uqidil's residence is relatively far away, and all the actions in the heavenly realm are slow, because there is no night and death, so no one cares about the time, this time Xu Song, who has been flying for a long time, is dizzy, and finally reached the end.

His dwelling was an equally beautiful, and ubiquitous small garden, Xu Song, who had just arrived in the Heavenly Realm, couldn't tell how these aborigines found their own one in the same clouds and gardens that looked similar, there were some tall pillars in the garden, and the angels didn't need to sleep, just light and look at the gods, so although the buildings here were extraordinarily gorgeous, most of them had no roofs.

But Uqidil had added a small one, leaning against his main building, which was submerged in a sea of flowers, and it had only one door that could just pass through a four-winged angel, and it had no windows, it was square, and if it weren't for the flowers, no, even the flowers that covered it, it was the ugliest building in the heavenly realm.

Xu Song knew what it was for, the omnipresent light of the heavenly realm could not penetrate the wall, and inside was the darkness that made the angels fear.

But Ukidil has recently been fascinated by such darkness, and in that darkness it is quiet, and only a faint Kagura can be heard.

It was only in this small room that Uqidir felt relaxed.

It was his confessional, the repentance of his sins. (To be continued.) )