"Damn, who is this guy!"
The angel with the same face as the Ancient One was recovering from his injuries.
Half of its left wing was missing, making it look very embarrassed.
Gabriel, its name, no one can figure out their gender.
It's like when Tyrell is hiding under his hood, no one knows what he looks like.
Fortunately, those angels don't like to say "act based on my expression".
It is said that angels are asexual, and being male or female has no impact on this group.
Are they completely different life forms, such as laying eggs?
Or perhaps it was born from a pool where countless angels had bathed.
who cares!
Gabriel originally wanted to make hell's plan succeed and then spread the glory of heaven to harvest faith.
Of course it has its own reasons, but there is no need to elaborate on them now.
But the appearance of the barbarian almost made his plan come to nothing.
The good thing is that the girl is still dead, then her sister will become the anchor for hell to come. As long as the Spear of Destiny is obtained, this plan still has huge possibilities.
But now Gabriel has completely lost the holy and perfect form of an angel. The wings that were violently broken off by Bulcasso showed no signs of healing no matter how much power he exerted.
Gabriel was now as embarrassed as a bereaved dog, and his body was covered in blood as he sat slumped on the ground.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a rapid knock on the door, forcing him to fold his injured wings and brace himself.
"Dear Angel Gabriel, do I still have no chance of going to heaven?"
A frivolous and lazy voice sounded, making Gabriel a little irritable.
"Constantine, you'd better wait outside the door for a while."
Gabriel tried his best to maintain his usual tone and spoke with some difficulty.
There are still some traces of its blood on the ground, and it needs to be cleaned up.
Otherwise there's no telling what Constantine would have done.
This guy is even more untrustworthy than the devil.
Gabriel waved his hand to activate his power and wiped away the blood on the ground.
"What a surprise. It turns out that Angel Gabriel also cleans the house? I thought there would never be ashes where angels are."
Constantine's figure suddenly appeared in the room, and even gently closed the door.
"If you continue to behave like this, you will soon go to hell."
Gabriel tried his best to suppress the throbbing in his heart and slowly turned around.
Gabriel folded his wings and dressed neatly in a suit, showing off his beauty.
This kind of beauty has nothing to do with gender, it seems to be beauty itself.
The slightly curly blond hair also exudes light, adding a touch of holiness to it.
"Ah, that's really bad! My angel! Save your lost lamb!"
Constantine opened his hands, the Ska cigarette still burning on his fingers.
"How many times do you have to tell me, Constantine! No matter how many demons you send back to hell, it's all just for yourself. You can't go to heaven!"
Gabriel finally calmed down and returned to his usual self.
It's just that the pain will not diminish as it retracts its wings, so its tone is not very good.
"What's wrong, dear angel, your face doesn't seem to look good?"
Constantine put the cigarette to his mouth, took a deep drag, and then blew out the smoke towards Gabriel.
"Welcome to my life, Gabriel!"
Constantine still looked fearless, with a yawning smile on his face.
"What do you have to say?"
Gabriel didn't even blink when he faced the sudden smoke and dust.
"By the way, do you know an angel named Manny?"
Constantine put away his indifferent expression, as if he wanted to show that this issue was serious.
"I have been in the human world for too long. I don't know many angels. I'm really sorry."
Gabriel noodles do not change color.
"That's such a shame, so would you like to give the Lamb of the Lord a hug?"
Constantine got the answer he wanted, and then returned to his frivolous self.
"If you are truly the Lamb of the Lord, then find a way to get to heaven."
Gabriel turned around and continued his usual work.
"It's a pity, so I won't bother you."
Constantine opened the door and walked out, then fiddled with the door lock with a thin wire.
With a click sound, the door was locked by him from the outside, and it returned to the way it had been before he came.
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Gil and his father were sitting on the bench outside the blacksmith shop, looking at the stars, each holding an ice cream cone in their hands.
But he didn't take a bite of the one Frank had in his hand.
There was also a large bag of snacks on hand, and two bottles of the most expensive beer Frank could find.
Jill had no shortage of pocket money, and the bag of banknotes was still hanging casually in the room.
But there were very few snacks. After all, Bulcasso didn't care about the quality of the food.
In the shelter, those with limited resources even eat as simple as possible, and they will not develop any exquisite diet.
"Jill, I'll be finished soon. Then I'll move over and build a house next to it. Let's live together."
Frank touched his son's head and suddenly felt that the furry hand felt really good.
He couldn't help but speed up the frequency on his hands.
"I'll wait for you to finish your work. I'm living a good life now."
As he said this, Gil refilled the ice cream in his hand.
"At that time, we will live a normal life. When you grow up, you will be a lawyer or a dentist."
Frank was talking to himself rather than talking to Jill.
His heart was shattered with the death of his wife and daughter. Fortunately, his son was still alive.
It was silent for a while.
"Dad, if you don't want to eat your ice cream, can you give it to me?"
Gil looked up at his father and spoke in a coquettish tone. At this time, he looked like a teenager.
"certainly."
Frank was brought back to his senses by Jill's shout, and he quickly handed the ice cream in his hand to Jill's hand.
Burcasso was drinking heavily on a bench in the park.
He was particularly angry today. The girl's body was completely destroyed by the demon, and all possibility of survival was lost.
Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't save it.
That soul was given to Ancient One, and I think she will be sent to where she should go.
The death of a noble person is often not the awakening of the numb, but more like a carnival of the ignorant.
It was as if Kane's death did not make those cowardly guys rise up to resist, but only made Leah extremely sad.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same, and sometimes they just seem noisy.
Bulcaisel thought of the wailing wounded soldiers in the shelter and felt a little depressed.
"By the way, what's that girl's name?" Bulcasso tried hard to remember.
This chapter has been completed!