I started doing God’s work from Xingyue

"Anyway, I keep working, and so do you."

It sounds like a simple sentence, but it is not an easy thing to do.

Fortunately, [Feisaki] knows the importance of her job, and she doesn't want to lose her current job, especially if Ling Yiniang takes over her job...

That is the enemy!

Then, Xuan Ye left here, and this time, he took the ax directly in his hand.

Work will continue.

And [Feisaki] sat on the chair again, holding a pen, closing her eyes, and turned what was about to happen into words.

In the heaven, Illya ended her daily prayers and slowly opened her eyes.

The pure white wings unfolded themselves, then slowly closed and disappeared.

She looked outside the heaven and sighed softly.

The wreckage of the world...is coming.

Some are familiar and some are unfamiliar, but they all have memories to some extent.

In her more than 6000 years as an observer, she has observed countless worlds. It can be said that she knows all the parallel worlds that were born when she was still an observer.

There are strong ones and weak ones

But now the weak world has been recycled by the main world itself and has become the fuel for casting [Yahwei].

Yes, [God], or the real [God], [God], and [the only God] in this world!

He has always existed, but only in that world, in the gap between life and death.

Now, in order to fight against Xuan Ye and maintain the established death, the source of the world itself decided to awaken it and use the world's energy as fuel to rebuild a body that can accommodate and create it!

What a troublesome thing...

As an angel at this moment, Illya is helpless. After all, she is an angel now. Although she is not in the heaven, she is still an angel.

The confrontation between the two [gods] was also painful for them.

Fortunately, as angels, she and Miyu don't need to get involved in the war between the two [gods]. They are not qualified to be on the same stage.

It is a kind of luck and a kind of misfortune.

Although they are not the same, the essence of angels comes from being [God], [God].

Only by achieving [Angel] and [Demon] and incarnating the original form, then as an angel, she and they can avoid everything.

The original angels were not minions of God, but equal creatures....

It was so far away that it was just a fantasy.

Illya raised her hand and used her own power to pull the wreckage of the world.

Under the warm light, the remains of the world were transformed into warm light, gradually integrating into the heaven at this moment.

Repairing, improving, and becoming stronger.

The concept of [the real world] is becoming more and more solid, but it is always just a little bit short.

Illya was not in a hurry and did her work silently.

Sakura went to play, and with Sister Sakura accompanying her, she didn't have to worry about anything, although there was nothing to worry about.

but....

The air rippled quietly, and the naked snow-white feet gently stepped on the rippled space, and followed behind, with snow-white arms like green lotus roots.It gently protected Illya's soft waist, and the half-exposed snow-white chest gently pressed against Illya's back.

A blush adorned Illya's cheeks, and her clear pupils swayed slightly between flashes.

"Beautiful tour!"

The encounter with a bit of shyness, hope and despair, the feeling of two completely different and even opposing existences coming into contact with each other, makes a simple hug become special.

"Let me see you..."

Miyu smiled softly, and her slightly parted lips gently bit the crystal earlobe under Illya's hair.

Just like what brother Xuan Ye did to Ilia that day.

She also wanted to give it a try, just like what she saw with her own eyes that day.

Illya is very happy, and so am I, right?

Illya pursed her lips lightly and put down her raised hand.

The guidance has been completed, and she can relax a little before more world debris comes here.

only....

Meiyu, what did you learn?

Warm palms touched the snow-white skin, feeling the slight coolness exposed.

Gently holding up the plump pair, admiring the shy posture of the one she loved, the same color appeared on Miyu's face.

Suddenly, she put down her hand and took a step back.

She put her hands behind her back and lowered her head, hiding the shyness on her cheeks. "That..." "What!"

Looking at Miyu who looked hesitant, Illya was angry and helpless.

Why don't you continue!

I felt so happy just now!

Sure enough, she had to keep Meiyou and Lingyiniang away from each other. Being with Lingyiniang made Meiyou a bad example!

Obviously she should be the one who did this kind of thing before!

"That's the one...."

Miyu raised her head, but her face was still tilted.

The hands that were originally behind his back were placed in front of his chest, stroking each other's fingers.

"With brother Xuan Ye..."

"what?"

Illya's eyes suddenly opened wide, and her reddish face suddenly became like a ripe apple, so red that it made people salivate...

"It's gone!"

She clenched her fists and made an angry sound.

She understood that one day, Miyu must have seen something!

Then something was misunderstood!

It was just a little flirting with each other, and nothing more was done!

It's not even as exciting as the initial period when the other person scared him to the point of peeing....

At least that time Xuan Ye helped him take a bath, but what Miyu saw was just...

Isn't that guy tired of it?

She was obviously so proactive and even came up with the excuse of wanting to repay her, so why didn't she do something to him? Could it be that she wanted to have a threesome with her and Miyu, or to add Sister Xuan to the party?

I always feel like...it's very possible!

Although he looked like a gentleman, she knew that that guy was not serious at all, and he was only serious when he was doing serious things.

Sometimes, especially when he is with Sister Chengzi, that guy will use his spiritual consciousness to switch bodies between himself and Sister Chengzi, and then do XXOO things.

It really shocked her!

"What are you doing?"

A voice sounded, and with the holy light, Xuan came directly from the twisting space.

"Ugh!"

"Oh what?"

Xuan looked at the two people with rosy faces in front of him in confusion.

It's so early in the morning, what's going on...

jobs!

Give me a good job!

The wreckage of the world is coming!

She was tinkering with the Angel Reincarnation Pool, and something almost went wrong!

After Xuan said this, Illya noticed that the wreckage of the world had come again!

Can't that guy slow down a little bit?

Seeing this, Miyu quickly came over to help. With the joint efforts of Miyu and Illya, the debris of the world that was constantly sweeping was quickly broken down into pure energy and integrated into the heaven.

Seeing this, both of them couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, but Xuan didn't leave just yet.

She looked at the two people, first Illya and then Miyu.

As Xuan's gaze swept over them, Miyu and Illya lowered their heads subconsciously.

After all, they were wrong first.

Suddenly, Illya's body moved. She quickly looked up, but Xuan's figure was no longer in front of her.

She left...it's just...are you serious about that? !

130, Genesis! Revelation!

It's night, a dark yet bright night!

It is not the cold moon that illuminates the night, but the endless twinkling stars.

The world is dead.

Whether in day or night, people are already dreaming, at that unknowing moment.

When did you start?

It cannot be considered.

Just like people never realize that the mythical hell and heaven are actually between their left and right hands.

When was that?

This is a question, and this question happens to have an answer.

Before one second, and after the next second.

Heaven is on the left, hell is on the right.

Facing God's left and right hands, but at this moment, the original right hand has fallen, falling into the endless unclean land.

Its name is hell.

The shining light of the morning star is dim and unclear, and between the breaths of [God], the morning star is still not there.

The writing of words continues, but the writer has given up.

Andersen put down the pen in his hand, with a look of helplessness on his lovely face.

what a pity....

He was regretting that he could not write the final chapter of the "Book of Darkness" himself.

That is the Bible, the Bible of hell, and the greatest work of his life as Andersen.

But regret can't be changed, it's just him...

No, not just because there was only one of him, but because no one could bear the weight of writing that final story.

Only hell, only the [Devil King].

But this is fine, standing here and watching the story write itself until it is finished.

After all, it is still his work, but it is no longer a fairy tale, but an epic story.