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Then, devour the light for the darkness and make everything ready.

Fu Sheng is starting to become busy,

She has lost her identity as a child, and she needs to grow up quickly.

Whether it is, physiological or psychological.

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...

Life in hell is still monotonous.

Days pass by day,

Fu Sheng found a place, and after training every day, he lazily lay there and rested.

The light golden feathers that had been with her were always attached to her cheeks and touched gently,

The soft and slender feathers are very soft and itchy when touched.

Sometimes Fu Sheng can't help but touch it.

Sometimes, it will let itself float.

But, from time to time,

It would fall on her lips and then gently stroke,

It's just touched it,

But for no reason, it will bring a numb feeling.

It's like...

The big baby is kissing her.

Fu Sheng slightly opened his eyelids and glanced at his feathers.

She stretched out her hand and her palm opened.

The feathers quickly fell down obediently, in her palm.

Fu Sheng touched it, and then put it in his pocket.

Calculate it,

She is fifteen years old now.

Then her big baby should be twenty years old now.

In the blink of an eye, ten years,

I don't know if he had forgotten her.

Fu Sheng sighed slightly,

Looking at the dark starry sky, my eyes were faint.

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Palace of Light.

The pure white sky is like the wings of an angel, pure and flawless,

Pure light covers this sky,

Angels live here, and there is peace and tranquility.

Holy Angels' Hall,

Archangels in pure white stand in line,

Above the holy hall, exquisite paintings are laid out, turning into wallpaper,

In the scroll, God is sitting in the center, and a holy angel bows his head,

The huge white wings are outlined in perfection every minute.

At the tip of the wings, the light golden and warm colors like sunshine symbolize the noble and holy identity of the angel.

God looked at him with a smile, and the angel lowered his eyes, holding a scepter representing power in his hand.

He is Raphael, the archangel who commands the angels.

The magnificent and bright hall is in the center,

The angels put away their wings and prayed to God,

The prayer will turn into blessings and gather on the young man in the center of the temple.

A stunning man who has grown up has his eyes down, his emotions are dull,

Three Thousand Snow's long silver hair hangs between their legs, like the purest and flawless snow lotus on the top of the mountain, holy and pure.

He was wearing a wide white robe with huge white wings behind him.

Looking closely, the tip of the wings is stained with a light golden color that symbolizes nobility, like light and hope, and is purely beautiful.

The man lowered his eyes, under the slender and soft long eyelashes of snow, the light ice-blue eyes were like frost, cold and unremitting.

He held a scepter that symbolized the identity of the archangel, and his long white robe fell to the ground, his breath was peaceful, like God, mysterious and beautiful.

Long fingers made of beautiful jade, with clear joints and white as snow.

The bright red lips are like magnificent petals, beautiful and yet holy,

When people see it, they feel that it is so beautiful that it is so beautiful that it is noble and holy, and they dare not have any blasphemy.

This is Michael, the newly arrived archangel of the Angel Clan.

The prayer continues,

When all angels send blessings sincerely,

Michael will officially become the leader of the angel, that is, the new Archangel.

All the time,

Light will become stronger,

Until, swallow the darkness.
Chapter completed!