As the sound gradually disappeared, a black hole like a crack in space suddenly appeared in mid-air. A man just walked out of the crack and stood in mid-air.
That's right, he was walking. Although there was nothing in the air, it seemed like he was stepping on something, as if the air had become his pedal.
The man had his eyes closed, but he seemed to be able to see something. After looking around, he finally pointed his face at Weston, pursed his thin lips slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
A small arc revealed a small smile, but it seemed to make time eclipse.
What a beautiful person! Even though Weston didn't know whether the man was a friend or an enemy, and even though he raised his vigilance to the highest level, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Yes, very beautiful! Although Weston also wanted to say that he was very handsome, but for some reason, when he saw the man for the first time, he thought it was a kind of beauty, as if the Creator had made his appearance to interpret beauty.
This word, instead of using beauty to explain him, any words seem pale and feeble on this face.
"Who are you?" Weston quickly came to his senses, holding the wand in his hand tightly and looking at the man who suddenly appeared warily.
"Me?" The man chuckled softly, "If you don't mind, you can call me uncle. I am your father's biological brother!"
"Father? Uncle?" Weston was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that now was not the time to be stunned.
"What, you don't believe it?" The man tilted his head slightly.
"No, I believe it!" Weston shook his head and replied, but the wand in his hand did not relax at all, "However, I don't know what the relationship between you and my father is like!"
"It seems that you already know your life experience! Very good!" The man smiled slightly, "However, you still don't quite understand. How can we be enemies with each other if we are both fallen angels? It's just that this world is too weak.
, I dare not open my eyes, let alone stretch out my wings!"
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mastema, the seventh among the kings of hell. Nice to meet you, my nephew. Your father misses you very much!"
Mostima Weston glanced at him suspiciously, and then put away his wand. He believed that the other party would not lie. It was not the sympathy of a strong man, but Weston felt the powerful power hidden in the other party's body.
, if the other party wants to destroy him, they probably won't give him a chance to use the second magic.
"Don't you want me to sit down?" Mostima asked with a smile.
"Please sit down!" Weston gestured and walked towards the living room first, walked to the sofa and motioned for the other party to sit down.
Mostima was not polite and sat down casually. Although his movements were very casual, the nobility and grace in his behavior were not bad at all.
"Would you like something to drink?" Weiss asked.
"No need." Mostema smiled and shook his head, "Besides, time here has been stopped by me, so I'm afraid I won't be able to drink anything."
Sure enough, he did it! Weston muttered secretly, but said nothing more.
"I have been looking for you for a long time." Mastima said, "Your father asked me to find you and let me say sorry to you. He wanted to come see you in person, but there was no way. His power was far away.
Far more powerful than me. As soon as he gets close, I'm afraid this low-level world will turn into dust. You don't want that, right?"
"Is he so strong?" Weston was confused, "Then why was he able to help Solomon? The world should have collapsed by then?"
"Solomon?" Hearing the name, Mostema sneered, "It's just a fallen feather from your father. Not only that, even the blood that gave birth to you is just his."
Just a drop of blood."
"Don't forget, your father is a person who can compete with the deputy king of heaven. Even our eldest brother dare not say that he can compare with him. How can his power be so simple?! He relies on his own ability.
Becoming the Twelve Wings, instead of being like a big brother, I feel like I was the Twelve Wings just after I was born.”
"In other words, he is very powerful?" Weston asked.
"Awesome?" Mastema smiled, "Do you think I am strong? I can't even compare to a feather of your father's, do you think he is powerful?"
"Then he has such power, and Lucifer is really so trusting of him?" Weston looked at Mastema in confusion.
"I'm glad you're so honest. But don't worry, who wouldn't be relieved?" Mostima was stunned for a moment, and then explained, "The second brother is very powerful, but he has a character that makes people laugh or cry. This
This is also the result of my eldest brother trusting him."
"Habit?" Weston repeated the word. "What habit?"
"Lazy!" Mostima didn't show off, "He is really too lazy. If it wasn't something important, he would never move. In the past 100,000 years, I have only seen him move once, and that was this time.
, other times, he is always asleep!"
Oh my god, how long does it take to sleep for a hundred thousand years? Weston was secretly stunned. This is indeed an immortal species. The time it takes to sleep is enough for others to live several lives.
"By the way, I remember Dracula said, are you going to get married?" Mostima raised his eyebrows and asked a little frivolously.
"Yes, uncle, are you coming to our wedding?" Weston asked with a smile.
"I'm afraid not!" Mostima shook his head, "Not only me, but you yourself can't participate!"
"Why?" Weston was a little annoyed, "Doesn't he agree? I'm afraid it won't work if he doesn't agree!"
"That's not true!" Mastema shook his head, "But it is true that she is not worthy of you. No one can be worthy of the noble fallen angel!"
"By the way, your fallen angel wings have been activated, right?" Mastima raised his head and looked at Weston, "Can you let me take a look?"
Although Weston didn't understand what he was going to do, he didn't ask. He nodded and spread his wings casually.
"Four wings?" Mostima looked at Weston in astonishment and asked in surprise, "How could it be four wings?"
"What's wrong?" Weston asked curiously.
"Nothing, just a little surprised!" Mastema took a deep breath, a hint of excitement suddenly appeared on his face, and patted Weston on the shoulder, "As expected of the second brother's child, he is really a powerful talent.
!”
"Maybe you don't know how many resources are needed to cultivate a four-winged fallen angel in hell. As a result, you are not in hell, but in this small world that has descended to unknown dimensions, but you can
To the West Wing! What a gift."
"You are ridiculous!" Weston said politely.
"This is not ridiculous!" Mostema shook his head and looked at Weston expectantly, "Maybe you can do me a favor!"