Just heard about the conditions for the "Flower Festival", Gabriel had only one idea in his mind.

With Lucifer here, what are you comparing!

The tea party held by Seraph Geng in Starry Sky. Gabriel sat in it with a tangled face, rubbing the tea cup with his fingers. The little friends around her did not come. Today's tea party was regretfully absent from Besieb, who was staying in prison by the Angel Monk Samar.

Seeing that Asmontis and Belia were not surprised, she understood that the details were finally known. Gabriel's pretty eyes glared at Belia angrily, but it was at least apart from a heaven, but she didn't even inform her. Belia came to the empty seat beside him and explained to her with a flattering explanation: "It's not my business, it was the Messiah who said she kept it confidential in advance and kept it as a surprise. Look... Doesn't His Highness Metatron know either?"

Metatron smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Yes, you unite and even hide it from me."

Asmontis looked at the Messiah from time to time, and said the plan he had made, and finally got a cup of tea that the Messiah poured him casually. Holding the tea given to him by his sweetheart, Asmontis was so happy that the little flowers were about to float out.

Beria turned her head in shame.

Lucifer looked leisurely and contented, and his occasional smile caught Asmontis away his soul, fully showing the charm of the Holy Son.

However... the facts are contrary to the surface. Lucifer's eyebrows trembled, and his eyes kept begging for mercy to Lucifer. Under the table of this tea party, he was stepped on by Lucifer and crushed, because he was "seducing" Asmontis in front of the other party. Lucifer sadly discovered that if he wanted to increase Asmontis' favorability, it would inevitably lead to a decrease in Lucifer's favorability.

With a lover and a follower, Lucifer firmly chose Lucifer.

During the subsequent chat, Lucifer did not leave a single look for Asmontis, and sat in a position with a steady mind. Asmontis lost Lucifer to his reason and found that other companions were looking at him speechlessly, and quickly continued to explain the description that he had stopped.

"In order to produce a 'fair' competitive effect, the competition of the Flower Festival is held in each day. It is selected from angels, angels, angels of power, angels of power, angels of power, angels of power, angels of horoscopes, angels of horoscopes, angels of horoscopes, angels of wisdom, and seraphics, and the prizes are determined according to the circumstances of different classes."

Asmontis focused on biting the word fairness.

Metatron knew it, and Belia laughed out loud, "Puchi--" and they all understood that if all heaven competed together regardless of class, all angels would faint from crying and would be unable to play. Gabriel screened the beautiful angels in his mind, and couldn't help but feel great about the "Flower Festival" in his future. It was so pleasing to the eye!

Michael's eyes flashed across his companions of the Seraphic class present, and he could already foresee the festival of the storm. He insulted: "Let's hold it when Bethieb comes out, he will be half a year away."

For the long-term angels, half a year and a few days are no different, and they all agreed to this proposal.

"Every angel has a different aesthetic, so it's best to vote."

"The lower level three and middle level three must be held separately, otherwise it will be too foul."

"Haha, the whole paradise will be lively this time!"

"Pay attention to your image, Michael. After Bezebu comes out, we will be responsible for the activities of every day. My moon and starry sky will be handed over to you, my dear Michael."

"Okay, Gabriel."

...

Lucifer, while Gabriel was discussing heatedly, slowly reached Lucifer's leg and rubbed against the outside. Lucifer lowered his eyes and looked at the seraphic angels around him, with a trace of unnatural flashing in his eyes. He wanted to avoid the Messiah's hand, but was afraid that he would move too much. He noticed the situation of His Highness Lucifer, Michael coughed heavily, "His Highness Messiah, what about your opinion!"

Lucifer's fingers slashed across the arc of hips, and his elasticity and softness made him linger. Lucifer smiled unchangedly on his face and said, "What do I have to do? All the things I need to organize are organized on paper. You can see it carefully."

Michael stood up even more rogue than him, interrupted the physical contact, pressed Lucifer's shoulder with both hands, and said cheerfully: "You are the one who proposed to hold the 'Flower Festival'. How can you not express your own ideas? Could you not want to compete with our Highness for who is the first?"

As soon as the words to sow discord came out, Lucifer could not remain silent.

because--

He already felt that God was the sight.

With his hands on his knees, Lucifer sat upright and straight, and his words were clear and round, "Michael, no matter what you say, my influence in heaven is comparable to Lucifer. If you insist on making the game fairer, it is better to let the Seraphic class race be held in the mortal world."

In one sentence, he dragged the other seven seraphs into the water together, and it was better to have fun alone than to have fun.

Gabriel's expression wrinkled, and he miserably thought of the fact that every time he was by His Highness, he would automatically reduce his presence. Asmontis struggled in his heart. At that time, should he vote for His Highness Lucifer or for the Messiah? Belia had no worries. His vote was undoubtedly for His Highness Lucifer. The charm of the Messiah would not have forgotten who was the number one in his heart.

Metatron looked at the Son and the Seraph, and said gently: "I don't have to fight anymore, I'll be a foil for you."

Michael suddenly felt sad.

In a paradise where appearance is generally high, they will always be worshipped by God.

Driven by this mood, Michael flashed his mind and said, "No, such a vote is not fair. Isn't it my god who is truly the best in the Three Realms?"

Lucifer: "…"

Lucifer: "…"

The silver-haired god's appearance on the throne appeared from the hearts of every seraph. The next second, they heard the "swallowing" sound, Michael was hit by the holy light falling from the sky, and he sacrificed gloriously behind Lucifer.

It is a serious crime to argue about gods.

The Seraphs looked at Michael with pity, and the consequences of their mouths were like this. What are the truths to tell!

If a festival of a certain heaven is established separately, the angel has the independent right to decide without other angels involved. However, this time, it is the first moon and the eighth star sky, and only Lucifer, who is the deputy king of the heaven, has the right to decide whether it can be held. Lucifer collected and summarized the opinions of the Messiah and other seraphs. Michael had been on holiday for three days and cried on the hospital bed.

By recording these information into his heart, Lucifer stepped into the Great Hall.

God learned some of the content at the last tea party, and this time I listened to the detailed version.

Lucifer said the role of the Messiah very lightly, reducing God's attention to the Son. Unfortunately, this action was ineffective. God still found that the Messiah was an advocate and asked coldly: "Luci, the Messiah likes such lively activities?"

Lucifer said in a roundabout way: "It's not just him, but Seraph also likes it."

God said, “Do you include it?”

Lucifer replied: "Yes."

Hearing Seraph's answer, God no longer focused his questions on the Messiah. Lucifer took this opportunity to re-refer the topic of Tebeceb's matter, "My God, can Becebib return to his post in half a year? Meta has worked very hard recently. I think Becebib has received sufficient reflection in prison."

God will not repent to the commands he has given, "If the time comes, let him come out to see me, and I will hear his confession."

Lucifer showed a bright smile.

“Yes, my god.”

God never adulterated his favor for Seraph. Beizeb knew that he could correct his mistakes, so his affairs were ignored by God. Half a year later, Samar opened Beizeb's cell according to regulations and released the deputy of the Wisdom Angel who had been released after his sentence.

Beizeb looked haggard, but his spirit was extremely excited, "Samael, has my god restored my position?"

Samar nodded, "Congratulations, the post has been restored, and you can return to the Starry Sky."

Beheimer did not leave the cell easily, rushed downstairs and headed straight to Samaer's room in Angel Prison. He took out clean clothes from the cabinet and occupied the other party's bathhouse. Samaer had no time to stop him and stood outside with a stare, "Beheimer, can't you go back and wash!" Even as a companion, Samaer could not do the indecent thing about breaking into the bathhouse.

"Ah, it's so comfortable."

Beizeb groaned under the warm water, ignoring Samar who was afraid to come in outside. He shrank and held his breath and drilled into the bath. His long light golden hair floated and swayed from the bottom of the water, and the angel's white body was touched by the water flow, and his skin regained its luster.

It’s not easy for him to endure it until now!

When Bethibu dried his hair and water on his body and walked out in his new clothes with a refreshed look, he saw his boss waiting for him gently outside.

"His Royal Highness Metatron!"

"Beiseb."

Metatron stood there, looking at the adjutant who was holding him in surprise.

Thinking of the suffering he suffered during this period, Metatron patted his back comfortably and found that Bezebu was a little tired, "I will pick you up, my god will no longer blame you."

Michael, who came with Metatron, was ignored by the side and shrugged helplessly.

"Ah? You're here too."

After Bethibu realized that Michael was awakened and let go of Metatron. Samar was watching their fun next to him and said to the Angels who rarely came to Angel Prison: "His Royal Highness Metatron, it seems that there are some benefits to imprisonment for a while. I thought he would cry at you."

"I'm not that vulnerable!"

Beizeb was brought up by his old story and wanted to get angry.

Samar sneered, who cried because he couldn't accept the breakup, and Bezebu would never want to reverse his impression in his life.

Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Metatron quickly isolated Bezebu and Samar, and used Michael as a shield. "Michael, aren't you going to say anything to Bezebu?"

Beizeb looked at Michael in confusion, and at first glance he crashed into the flame-like red pupils. His heart trembled, and there was a heat burning by fire. Michael looked at Beizeb carefully, who was released from prison. The other party had long golden hair shawls, and his brown pupils were flickering with anger. His pale cheeks flushed because of his emotions. He looked quite energetic, and he could probably resist the pressure of the Great Hall?

Michael thought about protecting him a little later and spoke out what His Highness Lucifer told him.

"Beisebu, my God is waiting for you and I to go to the Great Hall to repent."

"us?"

"Yes, it's considered the last thing."

The Wisdom Angel's deputy kissed the Seraphic Deputy, and was rejected in public and she burst into tears. The two adjutants of the third-level angel chief had such a thing, and they were all Seraphic class. Whether it was an accident caused by drinking or not, their relationship became the most sensational gossip of the year.

Beizeb's nerves that had been locked up for a long time finally remembered how big it was five years ago.

Oh my God, he kissed Michael as His Highness Lucifer, and even said so many unrestrained words after drinking! Bezebu was embarrassed and ashamed of his own, Metatron saw this and tolerated the mistakes of the adjutant in his own way. "Don't think too much, I know everything is a misunderstanding. You must clarify this to my God and apologize to Michael by the way."

Michael secretly complained: Why did he become a member of the "passenger".

Bezebu said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Michael, I'm going to implicate you and me in the Great Hall again."

"Nothing." Michael smiled, and jokingly flicked his fingers over his forehead, "Go tomorrow, you have a good rest today."

Bezebu touched his forehead with his hand and stared at him. Why did Michael do such an intimate move suddenly?

They occupied Samar's office for so long, and said coldly: "Michael, don't indulge Bethieb again next time. If something happens like this, just knock him out."

Beizeb was frustrated to find that His Highness Metatron had nodded.

Is he so unreliable?

Michael thought of the desperate kiss, as if he could melt his heart. If it were Lucifer at that time, he might not have refused at the first time, right? His gaze subconsciously fell on Bezebu's lips. Bezebu felt his gaze and looked away from his face to talk to Metatron. The characteristic of memory is that he would remember the dark history clearly, not to mention that it was the first kiss between Bezebu and Michael.

Not long after, Samar "persuaded" them away, and he understood that there was no trouble for Angel Prison.

No, there is one more.
To be continued...