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Tilapia's method of dealing with the angels is not very clever, even very cliché.

But it was the simple and direct cliché that made the little angel gradually become numb and adapt to it.

Clean them up from time to time, first physically and then mentally, so that they can slowly adapt to their situation.

As time goes by, habits become natural.

For example, now, only a few years ago, I used to fight hard and yell.

Now it has become numb, unable to bear to look directly, and deceiving oneself and others.

Because Angel found that no matter how much he scolded or vented, he still couldn't change his situation.

The fact that the scolding stopped within ten minutes is the best proof.

"What's wrong with joining the maid group? Look at Sister Leng, look at Qingqing and the others..." His fingers gently brushed against the green Fang Tian painted halberd, and finally settled on the pierced red heart, tilapia temptation

Said: "Resistance is futile anyway, why not try to integrate into it."

The little angel's beautiful face finally stopped being numb and said excitedly: "Justice..."

"Justice cannot save you, but will make you my prisoner." After listening quietly to the little angel's impassioned rebuttal, Tilapia ruthlessly told the truth.

A hand crossed the space and then retracted, and another little angel appeared in the transparent cell.

It seems that he has seen a similar situation. The little angel was not surprised by the space transformation. Instead, he immediately raised his leg and kicked it sideways with great force.

As if he kicked a tough wall, the little angel looked ugly, drew back his legs with lightning, and whipped his legs again.

One foot away from the tilapia, the tomahawk-like whip legs were once again blocked by an invisible force.

The little angel wanted to attack again, but felt a sudden blow to his abdomen, hitting the glass hard.

The strength was not great and the glass wall was intact, but the little angel turned pale and fell to the ground in pain, his body like a prawn.

The other angels were accustomed to it and were not scolding or scolding them. They all seemed invisible.

They all know that no matter how hard they scold or threaten, it will be of no use.

Instead, let things develop, and when the tilapia becomes bored and boring, the sisters can get out of the torture sooner.

Scolding, reprimanding, and threatening will only make him push further.

"When I take over Merlot Heaven in the future, how about asking a hundred and eighty angels to pull the cart for me?

I have a sedan chair, which is comparable to a small courtyard. It is usually pulled by two five-clawed golden dragons.

Anyway, it’s you angels who annoy you the most, so if you don’t use it, you won’t use it in vain.

Tsk tsk tsk!!!

There are hundreds of female angels wearing collars around their necks, flying in front, using the ropes extended from the collars around their necks to pull the sedan, it's exciting to think about it."

"Tilapia, you don't have to scare me.

Except for those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, no angel sister will surrender to the maid group." The little angel, who was hunched like a prawn, gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Not everyone is an angel who is cold, an angel is hot, and who is greedy for life and afraid of death will surrender to you."

"Don't make trouble." He smiled carelessly, hugged the host of the cell, and sat down on the lap of the little prawn angel.

The latter struggled desperately, and in the face of someone's unreasonable power, he could not bear to crush his little friend into a mountain.

"Tilapia." became the cushion, and the little angel gnashed his teeth.

Just as he was about to say something, his peripheral vision was suddenly attracted by a delicate face.

The girl squatted outside the cell, staring at herself like a curious baby.

"Tilapia's minions, all..."

"Aren't you tired from living righteously and righteously all day long?"

Staring at the little angel's gnashing face, Qian Renxue asked curiously.

Without waiting for the little angel on the cushion to answer, he asked himself again: "The order of justice comes from Holy Kesha, that is her idea.

And you?

And other angels, is Kesha's justice really your justice?

Or are you just puppets created by Kesha, who will only blindly implement her beliefs without any ideas of your own?"

Qian Renxue's question, not to mention the little angel, even the tilapia looked at her in disbelief.

The latter smiled sweetly and explained: "Boss, your belief is not a slave belief.

Compared with the belief of all angels, sisters follow you and follow you, and their concepts of good and evil are not affected by you.

Damn it, no one else will do what you think is wrong.

Unlike angels, they are just a group of robots with no ideas of their own and only know how to implement Kesha's beliefs.

Sisters listen to your orders, but they have their own views of good and evil, right and wrong.

Angel...hehe, thanks to Kesha being normal, otherwise...they would all say how delicious it is to eat shit."

Looking mockingly at the red-faced little angel, Qian Renxue continued to do more damage: "You are just a machine running under the Kaisha program. Now that Holy Kaisha is offline, what is the difference between running under the program compiled by my boss?

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"Shut up, Queen Keisha...wuwuwu!!!" Just as he was about to curse, the little angel felt severe pain in his lower abdomen spread throughout his body.

The kind of pain penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and even experienced warriors break their defenses on the spot.

"It's okay not to be loud. The cell is small, so don't be so loud." Tilapia said with a cold face, slapped the little angel beside him and flew away.

The space was switched, and the little angel was knocked away and crashed into the next cell.

Before the angel who was lying on the ground as a cushion could react, he slapped her in the face: "Shut up, you poor bastard who has no sense of right and wrong."

...cushion angel

"Nima, I didn't say anything. You are sick."

Let alone a robot that uses people as a cushion and has no sense of right and wrong. It even received a slap in the face for nothing, and the little angel almost collapsed.

"Regardless of whether the angel's justice is right or not, the tilapia was cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. The sentence is definitely too light."

Before leaving, he didn't forget to take out a handful from the cushion, and Tilapia left the cell in low spirits.

The cell was closed again, and Qian Renxue got up in time and walked to the cheap boss.

"What you just said is good. I never thought that the justice of angels could be understood so well."

"This slave just said it casually, but...it's not unfair that everyone is Kesha's puppet."

Watching the two people leave, all the angels in the cells fell into silence.

Especially those older angels, with complicated eyes and silent words.

Although what the little blond maid said was exaggerated, everyone knew that it was the truth.

The justice of angels, that is Kesha's justice.

Others have followed it from beginning to end and have no right to change.

The older generation of angels have retired, so they are unable to adapt to the justice designated by Kesha.

They have their own values, and if they are forcibly integrated with the values ​​defined by Kesha, it will be difficult to adapt.

Especially, after experiencing the battlefield where their sisters fought each other because of their different ideas, the survivors were even more disheartened.

You two sisters have different ideas and are fighting each other. Liang Bing is fine, but Kesha, why do you drag the other sisters into the whirlpool?

Qian Renxue's alternative interpretation of angels is like a seed, quietly planted in the hearts of a group of captives.

"Are you satisfied with leaving so soon?" Qian Renxue asked confused after leaving the prison area.

"If you can't live enough, don't call me a pervert.

Dealing with them is just a means before the recruitment, it does not mean that your boss and I are really perverted."

"I don't believe it." Qian Renxue blinked and blurted out the two words.

...Tilapia

His big hands were placed on the top of the angel's head and he was rubbing it vigorously, twisting his neatly styled golden hair into a chicken nest. Only then was he satisfied and took his hand away.

"Do you believe it now?"

"Letter." He blurted it out without thinking.

"You are smart." Someone expressed satisfaction that the angel god only wanted to survive.

The two of them walked back to the sofa, and the little girl who was in charge of guarding the prison today prepared tea again.

"Master, the way you looked at the angel just now... is so handsome." The little girl put her hands on her chest, looking like a little girl.

Fake.

Very fake.

Both the master and the servant felt pain in their balls when they saw it.
To be continued...