The night is getting darker.

The early winter wind still has a bit of coldness that penetrates the knife.

Lucifer stood on the rooftop, a little confused and sad.

He had imagined many scenes of meeting Jehovah again, and he also thought about how to break up with him.

But Lucifer never expected that such a day would come because the Lord was about to enter the temple of death.

Why...

Lucifer heard his voice with a sense of despair with difficulty in breathing: "Do you... don't want me at all?"

He never imagined something like this would happen.

No matter how Jehovah avoided him before, or the long-term meeting after the Battle of the Falling Heaven, Lucifer was always waiting alone, not asking or looking for him.

Because Lucifer knew that the Creator God would always stay in the crystal heaven of heaven. No matter how desperate or sad he was, that person could maintain the indifferent side of the gods and ignore his humble love.

The premise is that... the Lord will always be there.

Unfortunately, it seems that death is the true eternal topic in the world, and the Creator God who once created the world cannot escape this vicious circle.

Lucifer finds it ridiculous.

But he couldn't laugh, and his mouth froze halfway through the corners of his mouth, turning into a funny curve.

Tears burst out from his eyes involuntarily. Lucifer covered his face with his hands in a mess, losing his composure.

The Lord went forward involuntarily, but halfway through, he seemed to realize something and stopped.

The two remained in an awkward distance.

The Lord looked at him calmly and never gave a reply.

Lucifer looked at the stop of the Lord and suddenly burst into laughter.

At this point, the Lord has refused to say more.

Seeing this, Lin Yingkong was so angry that he almost wanted to strip them and throw them into the small dark room, seeing if they could not be so procrastinated!

It’s not that he wants to interfere with the private affairs of these two people, but that this way of getting along is too annoying, and his ministers are worried!

Feng Rong pinched Lin Yingkong's hand helplessly and signaled him not to worry.

Seeing that the secret to be hidden could no longer be hidden, Michael frowned slightly and whispered: "God, are you not leaving for the time being?"

The Lord looked at Lucifer, who was already facing his back to him and tidied up his emotions. He hesitated and finally shook his head.

Michael's brow frowned even more violently.

The Lord smiled bitterly, "Minister Dark is right, but I am not the only one who has the final say on how to solve the problem."

Michael had no choice but to prepare to leave first.

Feng Rong called him, "Michael, about Neil Mirde..."

Michael raised his hand and told him not to say anything more, "You shouldn't be involved."

Feng Rong pursed her lips flat.

Michael was silent for a moment before saying, "I will do my best."

What he meant was that if he had the chance to save Baili Mengyan and Si Qianxu, he would try his best to save people.

Upon hearing this, Feng Rong finally gave him a grateful look, "Thank you."

Michael shook his head slowly, "I will also take the disaster here, just benefiting each other."

The Lord also turned his attention to Michael, "Mir, is it going well?"

Michael didn't know what he thought of, his eyes were obscure, "It's okay..."

The Lord God thought, "The supervisor of the rebel mirde..."

Michael became obviously nervous, "He is my friend."

Lin Yingkong winked at Feng Rong - was he talking about Peculiar?

The seal is silent.

The Lord glanced at Michael deeply, "He is connected to the fate of Nellmierde, and is a puppet created by fate. When the curse is over, his fate will come to an end."

Michael was a stagnant person. He looked unpopular on weekdays, and was exactly the same as the temperament of Jehovah, like an angel statue standing in the Holy Church. Only then did he reveal a little real emotion.

"He..." Michael's voice contained a tinge of astringent smell, "Can't your prophecy change?"

The Lord does not say much.

Michael realized something, his eyes were bitter, he leaned over to salute the Lord, and finally disappeared silently into the air.

The Lord turned around and saw that Lucifer had left. Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong were standing not far away. Seeing Michael left, they turned around and left, thinking that they had gone to see Lucifer's situation.

In the end, the Lord stood alone on the rooftop. He raised his head and looked at the eternal galaxy above the sky. A bit of sadness came from his eyebrows inadvertently.

The stars will also shift, the stunning sun will also change, the moonlight will be in phases, and in this world... everything has its beginning and end.

When Lucifer went downstairs, he had already restrained all his emotions and could not see any clues in his expression.

The members of the field team of the General Office had already slipped into the living room and pretended to be playing werewolf killing in the gathering, but their eyes were often aimed at Lucifer who was walking downstairs from time to time.

Although there was no expression on his face, anyone who felt a little more sensitive could see the depressing aura emitted by him.

They originally thought Lucifer would go back to their room, but he turned around and walked to them.

The team members looked at him in unison.

Lucifer sat down directly in the empty seat next to Fei Rong and said casually: "What are you playing? Take me one."

No matter who can tell, he is in a bad mood at this moment and wants to find something to distract himself.

The team members had to take him to play.

Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong stepped down from the rooftop one after another and saw Lucifer being surrounded by the lively team members. He was helpless, but he didn't say much.

Lin Yingkong pulled Feng Rong into the kitchen, took out the milk pudding he had just frozen, and gave Feng Rong a meal alone.

There were crowds of people outside, and the two of them shared the sweet pudding in the kitchen, and their bad moods improved a lot.

Lin Yingkong scooped a spoonful of pudding and handed it to Feng Rong's mouth, muttering dissatisfiedly: "These two gods really... have messed up my arrangements."

He originally planned to put Lucifer and the Lord together when he was dividing the room tonight, and then take advantage of the alcohol...hehe!

It’s always the result that Jehovah is blamed for that scumbag!

Feng Rong ate the spoon of pudding, and then said helplessly: "That priest... has his own difficulties."

Lin Yingkong sneered, "So what's the point? Can you make decisions for others just by relying on your liking?"

Feng Rong wanted to speak but stopped.

Lin Yingkong said, "If one day I'm about to die, then I'll say, Minister, I don't want you anymore, and let you forget me, do you think this is good?"

Feng Rong thought about it, "It's understandable, but I probably won't believe it."

Lin Yingkong was silent.

Feng Rong was puzzled, "Did I say something wrong?"

Lin Yingkong said hoarsely: "Minister, has anyone ever said..."

"Um?"
Chapter completed!