As the sound faded away, a black hole like a spatial crack suddenly appeared in midair. A man just walked out of the crack and stood in mid-air.

That's right, it's walking, and although there is nothing in the air, it looks like he's just stepping on something, as if the air has become his pedal.

The man had his eyes closed, but he looked around as if he could see something, and finally turned his face to Weston, his thin lips pursed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a small smile, but it seemed to make time fade.

What a beautiful man! Even if Weston didn't know whether the man was friend or foe, even if he raised his vigilance to the highest level, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Yes, it's beautiful! Although Weston also wanted to say that he was very handsome, but for some reason, when he saw the man for the first time, he felt that it was a kind of beauty, as if the Creator had made him appear to interpret the word beauty, not to explain him with beauty, and any words seemed pale and weak on this face.

"Who are you?" Weston quickly came to his senses, clutching the wand in his hand tightly and watching the man who had suddenly appeared warily.

"Me?" The man chuckled softly, "If you don't mind, you can call me uncle." I'm your father's biological brother! ”

"Father? Uncle? Weston was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, now is not the time to be stunned.

"What, don't believe me?" The man tilted his head slightly.

"No, I believe it!" Weston shook his head and replied, but the wand in his hand did not relax in the slightest, "However, I don't know what your relationship with my father is like!" ”

"Looks like you already know where you came from! Very good, very good! The man smiled slightly, "However, you still don't know much, how can they be enemies of each other as fallen angels?" It's just that this world is too weak for me to open my eyes, let alone stretch out my wings! ”

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Mostima, the seventh of the Lords of Hell, it's a pleasure to meet you, my nephew, your father misses you very much!"

Mostima? Weston gave him a suspicious look, then put away his wand. He believed that the other party would not lie, it was not the sympathy of some strong man, but Weston felt the powerful power hidden in the other party's body, and if the other party wanted to destroy him, it was estimated that he would not be given the opportunity to use the second magic.

"Won't you invite me to sit down?" Mostima asked with a smile.

"You may be seated!" Weston took the lead in the living room, walked to the couch, and motioned for the other party to sit down.

Mostima was not polite, and sat down very casually. Although the movements are very casual, the nobility and demeanor between the manners are not bad at all.

"Something to drink?" Vesss asked.

"No need." Mostima smiled and shook his head, "Besides, time here has stood still for me, and I'm afraid I can't drink anything." ”

Sure enough, he did it! Weston muttered secretly, but didn't say anything more.

"I've been looking for you for a long time." "Your father asked me to find you and let me say sorry to you." He wanted to come and see you in person, but there was no way, his power was far more powerful than mine. As soon as he gets closer, I'm afraid this low-level world will turn to dust, and you don't want that, do you? ”

"He's that strong?" Weston was puzzled, "Then why, he was able to help Solomon?" The world should fall apart at that point, right? ”

"Solomon?" Hearing the name, Mostima scoffed, "That's just a feather from your father." Not only that, but even the blood that gave birth to you is just a drop of his blood. ”

"Don't forget, your father is a person who can compete with the vice-monarch of the kingdom of heaven, even our eldest brother can't say that he can compare to him, how can his power be so simple?! He became a twelve-winged man by his own ability, not like a big brother, who felt like he was born with twelve-wings. ”

"In other words, he's amazing?" Weston asked.

"Awesome?" Mostima smiled, "Do you think I'm strong?" I can't even compare to a feather of your father, do you think he's great? ”

"Then he has such power, Lucifer is really so reassuring about him?" Weston looked at Mostima quizzically.

"I'm glad you're so honest. But rest assured, who wouldn't be reassured? Mostima was stunned for a moment, and then explained, "The second brother is very powerful, but he has a character that makes people cry and laugh, which is also the result of the eldest brother being very relieved of him." ”

"Habit?" Weston repeated the word, "What habits?" ”

"Lazy!" Mostima didn't sell it either, "He's so lazy, if it's not something important, he will never move, in the past 100,000 years, I've only seen him move once, this time, other times, he's always asleep!" ”

Mom, one sleep is 100,000 years? Weston secretly said in his heart, this is worthy of an immortal seed, and the time to sleep is enough for others to live for several lifetimes.

"By the way, I remember Dracula saying that you're getting married, right?" Mostima raised an eyebrow and asked slightly flirtatiously.

"Yes, is my uncle coming to our wedding?" Weston asked with a smile.

"I'm afraid not!" Mostima shook his head, "Not only me, but even you can't participate!" ”

"Why?" Weston was a little annoyed, "Doesn't he agree?" I'm afraid I can't agree with it! ”

"Isn't it?" Mostima shook her head, "She's not worthy of you, though, it's true." No one is worthy of a noble fallen angel! ”

"By the way, your fallen angel wings have been activated, right?" Mostima looked up at Weston, "Can you let me take a look?" ”

Weston didn't understand what he was going to do, but he didn't ask, nodded, and spread his wings casually.

"Four wings?" Mostima looked at Weston in amazement and asked in surprise, "How can it be the Four Wings?" ”

"What's wrong?" Weston asked curiously.

"Nothing, just a little surprised!" Mustima took a deep breath, a trace of excitement suddenly appeared on his face, and patted Weston on the shoulder, "It's worthy of being the second brother's child, what a powerful talent!" ”

"Maybe you don't know how many resources you need in Hell to be able to cultivate a four-winged fallen angel, but as a result, you are not in Hell, but in this small world that doesn't know how many dimensions have descended, but you can go to the West Wing! It's a great talent. ”

"You're ridiculous!" Weston said politely.

"This is not a false compliment!" Mostima shook his head and looked at Weston expectantly, "Maybe, you can do me a favor!" ”

"What's the busy?"

"Accompany me to Heaven once!"

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