The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

"No matter whether you deliberately pretend to investigate or what, since it has fallen into my hands now, don't worry, the value of your whole body will not be wasted."

The Pope looked at Anglius as if he were dealing with a commodity, full of malice and plunder.

He was holding the crystal bottle tightly in his hand, with a wild smile on his face, just when he was about to give an order to Angelus, a white feather slowly fell, and a figure gradually appeared in the secret room, with the white wings stretched out Come, the angel is floating in the air, with a soft light all over her body.

The angel had blond hair with golden eyes, and his pale golden eyes were very ruthless, "You have researched the perfect potion."

The pope tightly held the potion in his hand, and he was unwilling to give the bottle of potion away.

It seemed as simple as adding all the ingredients little by little, but in order to grasp the dosage, he had failed many times.

The most important thing is the blood essence of angels and demons, which he purified from the bodies of several holy sons and saintesses.

He didn't take it seriously for the angels who were loved and yearned for by those people outside. How could angels be so good that they would cooperate with him and murder the lives of their own kind.

The angel glanced at the Pope lightly, beckoned to him, "Give it to me."

Then the Pope found himself uncontrollably wanting to present the bottle of potion in his hand, his eyes horrified.

"You can use puppet magic on him, but how do you know I won't use it on you?"

The Pope really didn't think about it. After all, angels can only learn the magic of light, how can they learn the methods of witches?

What made him even more unacceptable was that he had also planted puppet magic.

He could only watch helplessly as the angel took away the potion he regarded as a life-saving medicine, his eyes were tearing apart.

The angel said slowly, "Actually, I would like to thank you for bringing our Archangel here."

His eyes gradually shifted to Angelus, "Angelus, you will not be controlled by a mere human being."

Angelus' figure slowly changed, his white wings exuded a pure aura, and his delicate and beautiful face was unusually cold.

He remembered this breath, his previous injury was given by this angel.

Feeling the breath of the other party, he spoke with a firm tone, "You devoured other angels."

The angel responded lazily, "Actually, I want to devour your power more." That's the power of a demon.

At the beginning, he wanted to surpass Angelus to become the archangel, but no matter how he practiced, he would never be able to compare with him. The other angels always turned towards each other and revolved around him, and he was always the extra one.

What made him even more unacceptable was that he inadvertently discovered that Angelus had a demonic aura on him, but the Creator still allowed him to serve as the Archangel.

Obviously angels and demons are absolute opposites, why?

Just because he is a selected, acquired angel transformed by the Creator, should he be excluded all the time?

The so-called tolerance of the angels does not tolerate him at all.

So he secretly murdered those angels, absorbed their power, and guided the pope to do research.

He knows that humans can have everything that angels have, because he himself is an example.

All of this planning is to absorb the power of Angelus.

Xiaobai Tuanzi was tucked into Angelus's sleeves, she felt a little cramped now, and the sleeves were not so loose after the piece was changed into aristocratic clothes, it was definitely not the fault of her fatness.

The little body moved, wanting to come out but a little stuck.

One person and two angels looked at where she was.

Angelus slightly lowered his eyes to look at the ball of bulging sleeves. The little guy was moving around, as if afraid of not knowing her existence, he raised his hand and pinched the ball of hair through the clothes.

His lips curled into a slight smile.

Xiaobai Tuanzi felt her back being pinched somewhere... She was facing the broken wrist, and her back was stuck to her sleeve, so...

Her small body trembled, she showed her sharp teeth and bit down on his wrist.

where to touch!

The angels did not expect this to be the case. Angelus was still thinking about other things and ignored him at all. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Do you think you are still the former Archangel?"

He not only absorbed the power of other angels, but also possessed the power of faith of many human beings. The more power of faith, the stronger he would be.

Angelus reached out and grabbed the little hairball that was biting him, and finally raised his eyes to look at the angel this time.

He stood up, his ice-silver pupils slowly turned into shimmering purple awns, his ankle-length silver hair was loose, and the windless and clear breath changed slightly, and his white wings slowly retracted , and what stretched out again was a pair of bewitching bat wings exuding dark red light, which changed from a harmless appearance of ice and snow to an extremely aggressive and lazy appearance. And Pope crushed.

With a loose expression, the crimson lips slowly spit out a few words, in a light and casual tone, "Who told you that I am an angel?"

"I was originally a demon."

He just stayed in heaven for a while by the way to balance the relationship between light and dark.

But... now this kind of mess, he doesn't want to take care of the angel, and he doesn't like the meekness of being an angel very much.

How could he pay attention to the side that betrayed him and attacked him.

Tsk, angels really hate it.

He spared no effort to pick up the little white hair ball that was biting his fingers, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his lips, a smile bloomed on his beautiful face, as if it could make people dizzy.

The little guy is so small, his teeth are small and sharp, and it still hurts to bite.

His fingers casually caressed the fluff on her body and the little wings on the back of the hair ball.

Supporting his chin with one hand, he vaguely remembered that the little guy didn't allow her wings to be touched at the beginning, and he was so petty, but he was not the angel before. Thinking this way, he held the hand of the little hairball and gently pinched her, carelessly I rubbed it carefully, and almost every place was not spared.

The devil lightly looked at the two people who had collapsed on the ground, flicked his fingers, the wings on the back of the angel slowly disappeared, and the angel breath he took away flew towards the sky, and they would return to heaven and turn into angels Egg.

Haven't you always been proud of your angel status, then you should completely lose these wings and become an ordinary person again, no matter where you came from and where you will go back.

As for the pope, he remembered that he wanted to control him and order him to attack the little guy. When he was an angel, he had murderous intentions towards the pope. Of course, he is even more unlikely to let him go now.

The devil thought about it slowly, how to deal with it.

Then... let him bite back.

Don't those people believe in him and love him? It must be interesting to see everyone shouting and beating him.