Beautiful, handsome spirits gathered around them. He didn't move, he just lowered his head and looked at them, quietly like a law that had not yet been touched. As Cha knows, this is considered a state of alert in Yuhengzhe Garden. He saw their numbers: one, two, six. Perhaps the number suggested that the situation was tilted in his favour—an unrealistic belief. The clear eyes of the spirit messengers are innocent, kind and indifferent. Their long and soft tails are placed flat on the ground, and the tips of their tridents are pointed directly upward.
But they all must have seen them jump out of the well. I also saw the silent murder just now. Two of the six emissaries stood behind Sariel, both three times his height. Yi Cha knew that there must be the same two behind him. They haven't played the piano and sang yet, which shows something is wrong.
The feeling of being scratched by a cat just came over him. He felt a little itchy on his neck and moved his shoulders.
He withdrew his heart from the empty universe. The scenery before us is wonderful, and the danger is small and practical. He turned around, descended from the well, and walked towards the center of the garden - surrounded by the angels who gently maintained a circle. Yi Cha walked slowly in front and spread out a hand, "From the source of order?"
"nature."
"How's the situation?" he continued to ask, wondering whether the scheduled gathering included his little encounter today. Today's little encounter was indeed sudden. In the face of such suddenness, there is always someone who has something to say, so why not him? Besides, it’s not necessarily bullshit.
"Very good." Sariel's answer was brief.
"Where's Cupid?"
"very good."
"Where's Ke Qil?"
"Same as before."
Um. It's nonsense indeed. Yi Cha touched the small bulge on the back of his waist and passed it to his cuffs. Neither he nor it knew whether it was safe, not even Fate now. Looking back from behind, Sariel has a slender figure and plump wings.
He glanced at the place where the established gathering disappeared - there was nothing under the wings, "Are you here specifically for him?"
"That's right."
"Destiny is important to you?"
Sariel was silent for a while. Then Dandan smiled. After checking the familiar road, he walked through a path and sat down on a bench by a pool of water. A dozen lotus flowers with wings lined up in the pool, swimming slowly clockwise. Colorful mist is evaporating, and various images flash from time to time on the water surface. "I don't know if you have any impression, but I used to stay here a lot." Yi Cha made an expression to the nearest spirit envoy, "You should all know me. I am a frequent visitor here. I can almost be regarded as a semi-professional. A master."
The spirit envoy curved the corners of his beautiful mouth, but otherwise remained almost motionless.
"Are they all new?" Yi Cha scanned them one by one and laughed, "Where's the sense of humor? No? You should ask: 'Where is the other half of the master?'"
His response was still silence. Neutral, attitude-free silence. Nesis could never read anything on the faces of these guys. Check to be sure. He sighed and turned to Sariel:
"Do you want to sit down? Just tell me if you don't want to sit down."
Sariel stood motionless. His light is completely different from the light of the spirit messenger. Cold and distinct. "You didn't fully fulfill what you said last time. I can't tell you the information this time. Have you forgotten? We are a single transaction."
Icha stared at him in disbelief for a moment, then stretched and lay on his back on the bench.
"What does it matter? You've already come." He was about to raise his hand, but suddenly he shook his hand as if he remembered something, "I have nothing to say, just give me my arms and legs. Just take them." They're useless. Even if you don't give them to me, there's still some use in having a nasty elder holding them."
"That's another thing."
"Angels always distinguish things so clearly."
Yi Cha smiled and saw a hint of sullenness flash across Sariel's cold face, "It's amazing. If I say you are bad, it sounds like I am praising you. Every time I encounter something like this, I don't Know how to evaluate.”
"You should pay attention to the facts."
"The fact is that I have been very cooperative. I helped you collect the masking boxes in several places and passed them on to you. The most important thing is that I am not very happy to do this. This should be worth dozens, hundreds of times Award. But you also deceived me and persecuted my friends. Interesting. Since you are so willing to cooperate with our demonic customs, I won’t ask for those from you."
"Speaking of this." Yicha thought of something funny, said "huh" and sat up:
"Thinking about it this way, you are really suitable to be one of our compatriots. You know, since demons can become angels, angels can also become demons. Especially you, you must be able to. Do you know those words? 'Fall' or something like that. All of them. It's a customary name...it shows how common it is.
You're welcome. If you have this desire, I can introduce you to the great enemy of God, the devil of all demons, our noble Queen of Demons, Beelzebub. "
Yi Cha's tone was very sincere, and Sariel stared at him for a while. "I didn't mean that."
"Is this your reaction?" Yi Cha chuckled for a while, "If you want to become a devil, you have to start by saying those ugly words. Do you want me to teach you?"
"I don't intend to..."
"Let's do it now. Let me teach you some ugly words. Let me think about it...what is suitable for getting started? Yes!" Yi Cha snapped his fingers and said, "Carrot."
"I didn't want..."
"Carrot can refer to any ugly words. It itself has no offensive power. It is simple and easy to understand, suitable for beginners. In addition, I think the word 'waste' that is more suitable for you——"
"Ezaint!"
"uh-huh?"
Icha looked at Sariel with a smile. The spirit messengers became commotion. They gathered around, and distortions appeared on their beautiful and handsome faces.
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"Your mind is not calm enough. Reasonable. They will feel it." The demon opened his hands to the Moon Angel, "Here. Impulsiveness will be punished. Guess what? I am indeed very familiar with this place."
Sariel paused for a long time.
"You're not completely Featherless. You can't really be him. Believe it or not, you and I still have some of the same experiences. One day, he will be separated from you." Yi looked at him. "That may be the fate of forced and logical aggregation matching."
"But fate is not important." He grinned again, "What is important is the demise of fate. Right?"
Sariel paused longer this time. Yi Cha tilted his head and watched the lotus swimming in boredom. When he turned his head again, he saw Sariel extending a hand to him.
"Give it to me." Moon Angel said stiffly.
"What?"
"Son of Shumono. It's with you. Give it to me."
"Oh? Why?" Isaac held his chin, "I thought these were all mine. You distributed them and waited for others to do the work for you. Isn't that the case?"
