Who is the scumbag, His Royal Highness

Lucifer suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

The angel who grew up under the protection of God, is under the God of Creation and above all angels, and has never felt any pain since childhood. How can he stand such intense pain?

If it weren't for so many angels watching, to maintain his majesty as a holy archangel, Lucifer would have curled up as an angel.

"You play first, I have some things to deal with."

Lucifer gritted his teeth and said, trying not to let himself be seen as abnormal.

Among the angels present, except for Beelzebub who was still sober, they were already drunk.

Beria was looking at the demons who were serving beside him with his chin resting on his back, and he lingered with his fingertips, picking the button of the shirt on the boy's chest.

Hearing "Lord Demon King" speak did not divert her attention.

She waved her hand at Lucifer nonchalantly: "Alright Your Highness, you can go, we are here."

Lucifer immediately left the table and directly entered the portal on the ninth floor of hell.

Lucifer entered the ninth floor of hell, and then hurried all the way to the room.

After entering the door, the Elohim who followed behind him shut the door of the bedroom with a "snap".

The moment the door closed, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to his knees on the ground.

The cold sweat that had been breaking out because of the pain wet the black hair on the sideburns in no time.

Stomach hurts like a knife...

An unbearable moan escaped from clenched teeth.

Although the angel's voice was weak and there was another door, God standing outside the door could hear it clearly.

He opened the brown-blue ancient book, and issued an order in his consciousness:

"The Book of Genesis opens your monitoring channel in Lucy's bedroom to see what happened to Lucy."

The next moment, the real-time picture of the bedroom came from the page:

The pale angel didn't even have time to get up on the bed, so he fell down on the cold ground.

The black wings unconsciously protruded from the shoulder blades, and the entire angel curled up inside the wings, holding its abdomen tightly with both hands.

The god in a black robe was holding the pages of the book, and his hands showed blue tendons.

[What's wrong, Your Highness?Is this alcohol poisonous?I saw that other angels were drinking, but none of them had such a big reaction. ]

[Could it be poison only for His Highness?God, is there any poison in this world that His Highness can't bear? ]

God pursed his lips and remained silent.

Lucy was created by Him, the most perfect creature, how could there be poison in this world that Lucy couldn't bear?

The next moment, a faint cry for help sounded in my mind.

"Father..."

"Oh...Father God...

Before he could listen carefully, the Book of Creation suddenly exclaimed in his consciousness: "God!"

Lowering his head, he saw the angel on the page who had passed out from the pain.

The figure of God disappeared in an instant.

The Book of Creation, which lost its strength, didn't even have time to react, and fell heavily to the ground.

In the next second, black mist appeared in the bedroom.

Before the figure of God could even condense into substance, he lifted the fainted angel on the ground and carried him away from the cold floor.

But for some reason, a small water stain was left on the floor.

The strong smell of alcohol spread in the room, as if a whole bottle of pure wine had been spilled.

Then came the Book of Creation, patted the pages of the book and explored the "water stain" for a long time before flying back to God.

[God, there is a small piece of liquor where His Highness passed out just now.I took a look just now, and the concentration is very high, at least ten times higher than the fruit wine made by Metatron. ]

After the entity of God condensed in the mist, he embraced the angel in his arms.

The black wings inadvertently rubbed against his robe, making it wet.

God glanced over the angel's wings, only to see that on the tips of the black feathers, there was a tiny, almost imperceptible, shining drop of water.

He raised his hand and lightly touched the tip of the angel's feathers, and the water droplets rolled to his fingertips.

The Book of Genesis patted the pages and asked: [Is it excreted from Your Highness's body? ]

God nodded, and cleaned the angel's wet wings with a wave of his hand.

Strangely, it was just a small cleansing spell, the angel's painful brows unknowingly relaxed, and even the hand covering his abdomen was loosened.

[His Royal Highness seems to have recovered...why did it happen suddenly?Could it be because of the holy light that Michael shot onto His Highness's stomach during the day? ]

"If it's because of the holy light, it won't happen until night."

[But during the day, it is also very strange to completely absorb the power of the holy light.In the afternoon, His Highness was still basking in the sun in the Holy City for a long time... Although there is the sunlight ring of that child Cain, after falling into the sky, doesn’t His Highness hate the holy light condensed by your holy light power...]

[His Royal Highness even spilled all the wine he drank out of his body... He had drunk a lot of wine in heaven before, even if he got drunk and passed out outside the temple, this situation never happened.This is also very strange. ]

God sat down on the edge of the bed, took the angel into his arms, and put it on His lap.

With a finger caressing the feather roots of his shoulder blades, the angel obediently folded its wings and curled up into His arms like a baby.

God's finger landed on the side of the angel's neck, stroking it up and down along with the soft and long hair.

The angel habitually raised his neck, and every wing spread tremblingly.

Muttering indistinctly: "Uh... wings, touch..."

The soft body is stretched out, as if ready to be done whatever you want.

God brushed the angel's hair for a moment, and his deep eyes swept over the angel's neckband, which was already loose.

Then, gently stretch along the tassel...

The slender ribbon flowed along the side of the bed and fell to the ground.

The angel's fair neck was glowing a beautiful red because of the rubbing of the ribbon all night.

God's hand moved slightly.

The fingertips slowly climbed up the swan-like neck... sliding lingeringly on the delicate skin.

The robe that the angel is wearing today is really outrageous, the collar is even bigger than the bathing robe in heaven.

When God first saw it, he was angry.

But now, He lingers on the spot where the collar is tight, reluctant to look away.

look at...

A brown-blue color suddenly covered his eyes.

The golden pages of the book were flipped open, and the big, finger-thick characters almost hit the eyes.

[Please respect yourself, my respected, creator-world-god! ]

The three words Chuangshishen are specially bolded and blackened.

God, silently shifted his gaze: "Lu Xi is asking me to touch him."

[Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!Does His Highness want you to touch his chest?The way you look at His Highness, you could eat him up! ]

[Don't forget why Your Highness is black!Moreover, you are only temporarily borrowing the source of darkness, please don't act like a perverted demon god! ]

Only then did God put his fist to his lips, and coughed softly: "I created Lucy, and I have never touched any part of him."

The Book of Genesis: [You are the one who got it in the dark. ][white eyes]

God:……

[His Royal Highness must have something wrong with his body, please check it quickly. ]

[Don't do business, just want to do something unscrupulous! ]

The brown and blue ancient book was talking and pointing at the same time.

He was pinched to shut up by God's "snap", and his consciousness was sealed back.

Returning to his consciousness, he was still slamming without giving up: "You, the creator god who covers your mouth every day! Bird..."

God closed his eyes: "Noisy."

Then he straightened his expression, put the angel back on the bed and lay on his back.

The index and middle fingers of God joined each other, starting from the angel's forehead, and slid inch by inch along the midline.

Everywhere they pass, they are scattered in the angel's body to detect.

From the superficial skin, to the internal organs, to every drop of circulating blood.

All the way from the smooth forehead to the round toes, even the feathers on the wings.

The inspection this time was much more comprehensive than yesterday, and it had been a long time since all the inspections were completed.

God was lost in thought.

The Book of Genesis couldn't bear it any longer, and spoke to him in his consciousness: "What's the matter, God? Is there any problem with His Highness?"

What responded to it was only the silence of God.

"Say something, what's wrong with Your Highness? Even if there is a problem, you can solve it."

"God, as a creator god, don't put on such a frowning expression casually, it's terrifying!"

"God?"

The God, who had been silent all this time, finally moved amidst the long-awaited calls of the artifact, and said, "I just checked the Book of Creation, and there is nothing wrong with Lucy."

The book of creation turned into a big question mark in his consciousness: "Huh...? No problem? Isn't this... pretty good?"

"No." God shook his head.

"No problem. That's the biggest problem."