Chapter 423 Heavenly People in the Circle of Friends
Taking a shit on the dog's leg, he was kicked by the boss of God. Harry was depressed. He just found a GCPD angel and asked him to bring himself back to No. 13 Baker Street.
Harry got into the doghouse, held Duoduo and took a nap on the grass for three or four hours. When he woke up, he was ready to leave.
"I originally planned to place you in the Duke's Mansion on Paradise Mountain, but the lower paradise seems to be more lively..."
Harry rubbed the dog's neck, looking hesitant.
Although the bottom paradise is called "bottom layer", in Harley's opinion, the life here lives up to the name of paradise. It is peaceful and peaceful, without fighting, and is very suitable for dogs to treat.
On the contrary, Paradise Mountain is extremely desolate. There are only two people, Richie and Fiora. They stay in the host computer all day long. If Duoduo goes away, they don’t even have a companion.
Harley held its dog head and discussed: "There have been few people in Paradise Mountain in recent years. You might as well settle here first. If you miss me, go find the GCPD angels and ask them to take you to the gate of Paradise Mountain and call me."
video call?"
Duoduo tilted her head and thought for a while, nodded slightly, and then shook her head slightly.
It was a very confusing move, but Harry suddenly understood it. Duoduo agreed, but didn't know what to do.
She smiled slightly, spent 20,000 merits, and exchanged a dog tag of Heavenly Silver, with the inscription "Duoduo, the beloved dog of Harley Quinn, Duke of Heavenly Hill, address: No. 13 Baker Street."
“I will tell Gotha, who manages this neighborhood, that if you bite his trouser legs a few times, he will send you to Paradise Mountain.”
Duoduo nodded repeatedly.
…
When he returned to Paradise Mountain to 'pick up the car', Harry was surprised to find that the angels seemed to be in a festive carnival, and the entire Silver City was boiling.
In the past, when I stood on the top of the 10,000-meter-high Heavenly Mountain, I looked around and saw not even an angel, which made people mistakenly think that there were no angels in Silver City.
But now, there are groups of angels, hundreds of them, coming in and out, busy.
Each angel is like a shining silver star. The angels flying by are like shooting stars streaking across the sky. At this time, the sky is full of stars, and shooting stars are everywhere.
Magnificent, magnificent and dazzling.
If every angel was replaced by a sword fairy, Silver City would be transformed into the ancient style of the celestial dynasty, and it would become a grand occasion for thousands of immortals to come to the dynasty.
Harry observed carefully for a long time and found that all the angels had a common purpose: Limbo outside the "Southern Gate" where Zauliel was stationed.
In Paradise Mountain, there was no scene in Limbo, and she had no idea what the angels were busy with, but Harry could vaguely guess that it was related to the coming of the Son of God.
At this moment in heaven, only this big event can be so big.
“The angels are arranging the ceremony to welcome the Son, and the coming of the Son will take place in front of all the angels.”
Outside the Nantian Gate, Zaulie explained.
“When will it come?” Harry asked.
“The Holy Son was born at night last time, so it should be about the same time this time.” At this point, he turned to look at her sternly and said, “Why have you been so crazy recently, and you have been provoking the archangel one after another?
From last night to now, you have offended Gabriel badly, and you have also offended the always gentle and humble Raphael.
You seem to be still clamoring on the streets of the lower heaven, trying to make all the archangels in Silver City hate you and compete with you?"
“I have always been honest and honest, and I have never made enemies carelessly. However, despite my reputation, good looks, and a perfect life, it is always easy to make people jealous.
For example, Gabriel was jealous of my outstanding achievements in just a few years, killing demon kings many times, and being deeply favored by God, so he took the initiative to interfere with me in doing justice for heaven, upholding justice, and slaying demons.
For example, Raphael was jealous that I could make ordinary believers show signs of becoming holy with just a few words, and he was jealous that I was lucky enough to be able to pick up Tears of Perfection even while walking on the street.
Jealousy makes them act crazy and distorts the psychology of the angels, but I just passively resisted." Harley sighed.
Zhaulemran said: "You are so shameless."
Looking at the angels all over the sky, Harley felt itchy. If they stepped on their toes with her, or competed with her, would their experience not increase at all, but directly rise to level 100?
Suddenly, something moved in her heart, and she said excitedly: "Boss Zauliel, can you introduce me to the Angel King Michael? I have a good 'national policy' that I want to report to him."
“Oumaika, you don’t even want to let go of Michael, the King of Angels?” Zauliel exclaimed.
Harry's mouth twitched, "What are you thinking about? I really have something important to report."
Zauliel doesn’t think he is overreacting, because witches are notorious and notorious.
“What’s the matter?” He looked at her warily.
“The coming of the Son is such a big event that a grand celebration must be held.”
“Isn’t it grand enough now? All the angels in the Silver City will witness the coming process,” Zhaulie said.
"Of course it's not enough, we have to hold a program to welcome the new Son of God," Harley said with excitement, "For example, a tournament!"
This is heaven, everyone is either an angel or a saint, and today is the day when the Son of God comes. There must be no one who can die - even if that person is crazy about death - then she can be crazy about death.
Zauliel shook his head and said: "We are angels. Most of the celebrations involve gathering together to sing hymns, dance, and read the Bible. Only the barbaric Greek gods would engage in bloody battles every now and then."
"Hey, why are you more boring than the students in the monastery orphanage?" Just as she complained, Harley's eyes suddenly lit up, "The Greek gods in heaven often hold sports games? Can I participate?"
Zhauliel sneered: "Anyone can participate, but you are responsible for your own life and death."
“Well, maybe I should go to Paradise Island to participate in the Amazon Games first and start from a low-level competition.” Harley said thoughtfully.
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Before leaving heaven, Harry made a point of looking at the place where the angels were coming.
Singing indeed.
Countless angels surround a huge ring. In the center of the ring is a hexagram array (a triangle and an inverted triangle are combined to form a hexagram). The "▽" representing men and the "△" representing women are constantly combined and formed.
separate.
Harry didn't understand it at first, but when she heard the lyrics of the angels and thought of what was about to happen, she started to blush for the angels.
It's so shameful, in public... It's like a human being making a fist with his left hand, leaving a hole in the fist, and the index finger of his right hand in the hole...
“You really know how to play!”
Harley drove away in the blimp.
She is going back to pick up Ivy, Kitten, and Carlisle to watch the angels "sleep" together.
…
Back at Quinn Manor, it was still dark, around four or five in the morning. The inside of the manor was dark, but the lights outside the manor were on. Several large trucks were loading the waste left behind by the old manor.
Harley had a good sleep in Duoduo's doghouse, and now she was full of energy, so she went to the meditation room next to the bedroom.
Took out Tears of Perfection from his pocket, there were 39 Tears in total, they looked similar to Tears of Confession, they were both transparent and colorless, but they could shine in various colors under the light.
“Sound of Heaven, what’s the use of this thing?” She lay on the blanket, her feet raised behind her, her chin resting on her left arm, and she fiddled with the crystals with her right hand.
“Tears of Perfection embodies the most beautiful emotions of human beings. Holding them makes it easier to sense other people’s positive emotions towards you, such as love, respect, like, admiration, friendliness...”
This piece of useless information cost Harry two thousand merit points.
“This is a great tool for making friends. You will never miss a friendly person.”
Harry spent another 10,000 merits to string them together into a necklace using a chain forged from a small piece of N metal.
Well, N metal comes from the corpse of the iron giant in the cave of Tiantang Mountain. Ten Thousand Merits was mainly spent on obtaining the material - Tianzhi Sheng used his own power to cut off a small piece of pure metal from its body surface.
“It’s finally a holy relic, and it’s so beautiful.”
Halle happily put on her new necklace, took a selfie with her mobile phone, and posted it on her friends circle.
“What kind of baby is this? It looks really beautiful.” The kitten immediately replied to a message and added an envious and drooling picture.
"You haven't slept yet? By the way, where are you?" Harley asked curiously.
Mao Mao sent her a private message: "I helped Bateman guard the oil tanker at sea, the ship filled with fear gas.
I can’t go home until Bateman’s chemists figure out how to deal with this huge batch of poisonous gas.”
“I haven’t asked yet, how did Bateman win the battle last night?”
Mao Mao said: "It mainly depends on deception. For example, he didn't have any antidote at all, but he deceived Lei Xiaogu that he had many.
Since the first time he saw you using fear gas seven years ago, he started researching the antidote formula.
This is true.
But he did not study it in depth.
Like Lei Xiaogu, the problem of raw materials for mass production has not been solved.
The antidote he put on Wall Street last night was his entire inventory.
But he convinced Lei Xiaogu that hundreds of missiles loaded with antidotes were installed on the cruiser USS Minizi offshore."
“Oh, the cruiser is a trap. The big explosion from Haikou killed the devil last night? What kind of bomb was used?” Harley asked in surprise.
Mao Mao said: “He spent a huge amount of money to quietly acquire holy relics and fragments of holy relics from all over the world.
Then melt the materials containing holy power and forge them into armor, shotguns, bullets, grenades, and even 'devil mines'.
That Demon Marquis stepped on a demon mine and was cut into seven or eight pieces by shrapnel.
At that time, Bateman was still alive, so he used the Shengsu gun to blow out two of his eyes."
Harry grinned, "It's such a waste of resources to melt the holy relics to make bullets."
“He is not short of money.”
“It’s not a question of more money and less money. There are only so many holy relics in the world. If one is discarded, one will be missing.” Harry sighed.
Mao Mao said: "There is no way. If mortals want to kill demons efficiently, they can only use this simple and crude method."
“Why haven’t you told me before?”
“I have to know that! Ever since I revealed the ‘Anti-Harley Plan’ to you, he has started to hide many things from me, and even secretly installed a Trojan horse in my helmet communicator.
I started to wonder if there was also an "anti-Robin Cat plan" hidden in his dark and damp Batcave." The kitten said angrily.
“I don’t even need a plan to deal with you! Just put on your sleeping clothes and make you so sleepy that you don’t even know how to secretly install a Trojan horse in your helmet.” Harley sneered.
The kitten made a few grinning and arrogant expressions.
Then she sent another begging emoji, saying: "Your necklace is so beautiful, can you give it to me as a Christmas gift?"
“You are so thick-skinned.”
“Well, you know, I can’t resist beautiful jewelry... Is it a magic item? Where did it come from?”
Hallie chuckled and sent a photo, "I met your parents-in-law last night, and the necklace was a gift from them."
A photo of her and the Wayne couple.
“Who is this?” The kitten did not recognize the young Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.
No wonder, she has never met a real person face to face, and the Waynes have been dead for almost nine years.
“Harry, how come you have this photo?” The kitten had no reaction, but a certain bat who was diving got excited and called directly, “It’s not from P!”
“You haven’t slept yet?” Harley asked in surprise.
“I just woke up, please tell me what’s going on.”
“What else can happen? I meet them on the road, chat with them, and take a photo.”