he came from the mirror

"I believe it." He said in fluent English, and at the same time, he put his right hand behind his back and gestured to his companions: "Are you an angel serving God? What should we call you?"

Vladimir seemed satisfied with this answer: "Yes, I am the most faithful believer of God and the only spokesman for my Lord to walk on earth. You don't need to know my name, but you can use the 'Right Hand of God' to call me."

God's right hand...

Several young people who often watch Japanese anime subconsciously glanced at the face of the "Right Hand of God", and suddenly felt dizzy.

After Vladimir finished speaking proudly, he pointed out the window and said, "As for the one you just saw, that is a blasphemer, a despicable devil, and being torn apart by the storm is what he deserves."

Brother Huayi took another step forward cautiously, and said after deliberation: "Why do you call him a blasphemer?"

Behind him, the old cat and the others looked at each other. The former slowly approached the big brother Huaarm. The old cat was still holding up his mobile phone to take pictures. In the shadow of the rear lights, several other young people started to walk towards the corridor. Move slowly in the direction.

Someone passed by behind the old cat, quietly tugged him, motioned him not to shoot anymore, and ran away with him.

The old cat shook his head and stood there without moving.

Vladimir had been paying close attention to the situation outside the window at this time. He was impatient to care about the little actions of other ordinary people, but distractedly said to the old cat (holding the mobile phone): "He stole the phone from the Supreme God." Divine power. That’s right, that pair of false angel wings, he used them to disguise himself, pretending to be an angel to deceive my lord and the world!”

Brother Huayi opened his mouth, but said in his heart: But his wings seem to be much more powerful than yours.

But he wisely didn't say it.

Vladimir took the opportunity to continue: "I was just passing through your country, but when I was about to leave, I found a devil lurking in the city, so I had to launch Heaven's Punishment to punish him."

Brother Huayi felt a little uncomfortable when he heard him say such and such, as if he had tasted a certain feeling of embarrassment.

He asked cautiously: "Those bird droppings before... Cough, were those birds also summoned by you?"

Vladimir nodded: "That is my servant, and it is also a favor bestowed on me by the gods."

"Everyone, I'm going back to the Holy of Holies soon. But the devil has not been removed, so I feel uneasy, and I am also very worried about the peace and order in the mortal world." Vladimir looked at the black-haired young men in front of him, and shook his head. Shuang Wing, bewitched: "You—and through you, all the mortals who are watching here—are you willing to believe in my lord, go through all kinds of dangers, kill devils, and become candidate angels in the court of God?"

On the 36th floor, the middle-aged man pursed his lips tightly: "Mr. Yu, this... he is using us to preach... Do you want to let the administrator access and directly block the live broadcast room?"

Mr. Yu looked out the window and frowned fiercely: "There's no call over there, just wait."

37th floor.

Brother Flower Arm & Old Cat: "..."

In Laomao’s cell phone live broadcast room, which was still faithfully recording images, the viewer’s comment area also fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, a barrage finally popped out tremblingly.

[Friend, do you know Amway? 】

Brother Huayi really wanted to say "Fuck off" "I don't want to eat this tainted milk powder", but he didn't dare to offend the other party directly, so he pretended to be interested and asked: "Uh, what is a candidate angel? Can I also have this kind of wings?" ?”

Vladimir patted his wings twice and smiled: "If you have firm beliefs, when you are promoted to official angels, you will naturally be able to have a pair of angel wings of your own just like me."

These words sounded like he was drawing big cakes, but the wings behind him were real, which made people swayed, and gradually felt that becoming an angel might not be a completely impossible fantasy.

The old cat looked down at the comments in the live broadcast room, and said as if he was talking to himself: "Why do I think... this guy looks more like a hypocritical liar instead."

As if stepped on a sore foot, the corner of Vladimir's mouth suddenly pulled down.

A feather slashed across the old cat's cheek like a sharp arrow, and left a terrible bloody gash obliquely on his left cheek, and then continued to fly backward, piercing into the wall behind him soundlessly, The tail feathers about two centimeters long are still exposed outside the wall.

Vladimir said coldly: "Stupid mortal, if you continue to talk nonsense, next time I will aim at your throat."

It wasn't until he folded his wings again that Lao Mao and Brother Huaarm suddenly came back to their senses, and both broke out in a cold sweat.

The old cat took a half step back with weak legs, raised his hand to touch his face, and finally felt the belated burning pain, and couldn't help letting out a cry of pain.

The anchors who had already touched the side of the corridor rushed back again: "Old cat, are you okay?!"

"Damn, it's really impossible, let's fuck him!"

"Isn't it just that there are more pairs of wings? Let's see if he can do it!"

A glint of disdain flashed in Vladimir's eyes, and he whispered to himself: "Hmph, ignorance, really just a group of humble mortals."

"But the seeds are planted, there's always someone willing to try something new, and I'll just have to sit back and watch. Hey."

He turned around, walked towards the window, and said softly: "That guy should still be trapped in the storm, I have to leave now. Tsk, I didn't get a new Fanny Stone, it's a shame." pay for..."

Before the word "lost" could be uttered, a white shadow quickly came from the darkness outside the building, and before Vladimir was alerted, it suddenly collided with him——

boom!

Vladimir was knocked backwards and flew upside down. He hit the wall behind Lao Mao and the others. After a loud noise, he finally barely stopped.

The old cat was the first to react. He grabbed Brother Huaarm and shouted in a low voice: "Why are you still standing there, run!"

Then everyone rolled and crawled to the corridor leading to the stairwell.

The gust of wind outside the window did not know when it had subsided.

The thick dark clouds dissipated quickly, and the sun shrouded the city again. Several anchors stuck to the corner of the corridor. After feeling a little safe, they scrambled to stick their heads out to see the situation in the rest area.

In the lens of the old cat, the masked black-haired angel has returned.

He touched the ground with one knee, half-kneeling on Vladimir's left side, and grabbed the opponent's neck with one hand, and firmly threw him on the ground, suppressing the Russian with an irresistible force. Birdman couldn't move.

The huge angel wings on the young man's back have been fully extended, and the pure white color and graceful lines are so flamboyant that everyone dare not look directly at them.

Someone muttered to himself: "Damn, this is an angel..."

The old cat added in a low voice to the headset, "...and it's also a powerful battle angel."

In the room, Vladimir squeezed out a voice from his palm in disbelief: "How did you... so quickly... no, it's impossible..."

The eye of the storm is the product of all his mental power, and it is extremely lethal. Even if it can't kill the superhuman, it should be able to stop the opponent for at least half an hour.

And since he was dragged out by the "Giant Hand of the Storm" until now, it has only been three or four minutes at most!

How could he get out of trouble so quickly? !

Fang Ziming leaned forward slightly: "Almost the same move, if I can break it once, I can break it countless times later."

Vladimir's Adam's apple trembled up and down, as if trying to lift his head up, but Fang Ziming's hand firmly pushed him back to the original position.

Fang Ziming's eyes flickered blue, and he whispered, "I heard that you like to play the role of a believer of a god?"

Vladimir's eyes rolled wildly. He tried to raise his arms, but found that the air around him was getting more and more solidified, as if some invisible force was slowly restraining him. The force was like an iron chain, Gradually imprisoned him on the floor.

Fang Ziming looked down at him, and said softly in a mocking tone: "What a coincidence, I also have some experience in how to play a god."

A muffled roar rolled back and forth in Vladimir's throat, his cheeks were flushed, as if he had been completely aroused by anger, the man began to struggle with his heavy limbs and wings, vowing to break the "chains" "Hanging off, he overthrew the "blasphemer" who suppressed him before he was willing to give up.

Fang Ziming ignored his struggle, the young man even withdrew his right hand, and quietly swept across Vladimir's body with only a pair of eyes stained with strength.

Without the restraint of that hand, Vladimir still couldn't get up, and the heavy resistance from the neck seemed to still exist.

But at least I can speak coherently.

This cognition couldn't help but make him widen his eyes again: "You, you, what kind of ability is this?!"

How could Fang Ziming really answer him, he just said casually: "Of course it is the omnipotent supreme divine power."

Vladimir: "..."

If he could move, Vladimir almost wanted to jump up, pull out all his feathers and shoot a volley of arrows at him.

Before he could continue to struggle, Fang Ziming suddenly flapped his wings, and slapped Vladimir hard with those two heavy wings: "Be honest, don't move around."

Vladimir: "..."

Vladimir: "Ah, ah, you are so bold—"

Fang Ziming flapped his wings again: "Shut up, keep quiet, don't hinder me from finishing the work."

Vladimir was taken in a mess by him, like a strong man of steel who had just been trampled: "...What the hell are you going to do!"

Fang Ziming didn't answer.

After a while, he stretched out a hand and lightly hung over the position of Vladimir's lower abdomen.

"Is your Fanny Stone hidden here?" The young man asked innocently.

Vladimir stopped cursing abruptly.

Fang Ziming raised the corner of his lips: "It seems that my guess should be right."

Vladimir stared at him motionless, his eyes full of fear and panic for the first time.

He tried his best to get rid of the restraint on his neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "You guessed wrong. I know you want to deceive me again, you hypocritical and vicious liar...Ah!!!"

Fang Ziming raised his wings to block the sight of the curious anchors not far away, and under the cover of his wings, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed Vladimir's lower abdomen, grabbing a ball the size of a ping-pong ball. The icy blue light came out from under the man's skin.

——It is the Fanny Stone that Vladimir fused with before!

The author has something to say:

Vladimir: "Why, the first time I played, I got a box?"

Fang Ziming: "Isn't it because you don't look good?"

Vladimir: (T▽T)