Chapter 96 Gabriel
“Damn it, who is this guy!”
The angel with the same face as the Ancient One is taking care of his injuries.
Half of its left wing was missing, making it look very embarrassed.
Gabriel, its name, no one can figure out their gender.
It was like no one knew what Tyrell looked like when he was hiding under his hood.
Fortunately, those angels don't like to say "look at my face".
It is said that angels are asexual, and being male or female has no impact on this group.
They are completely different life forms, such as laying eggs?
Or maybe it was born from a pool where countless angels had bathed.
Never mind him!
Gabriel originally wanted to make hell's plan succeed and then spread the glory of heaven to harvest faith.
Of course it has its own reasons, but there is no need to go into details now.
But the appearance of the barbarian almost failed his plan.
The good thing is that the girl is still dead, then her sister will become the anchor of hell. As long as the Spear of Destiny is obtained, this plan still has huge possibilities.
But now Gabriel has completely lost the holy and perfect form of an angel. The wings that were violently broken off by Bulcasso showed no signs of healing no matter how much power he exerted.
Now Gabriel is as embarrassed as a bereaved dog. His body is covered in blood as he sits on the ground.
“Dong, dong, dong!”
A rapid knock on the door sounded, causing him to fold his injured wings and brace himself.
“Dear Angel Gabriel, do I still have no chance to go to heaven?”
The frivolous and lazy voice sounded, making Gabriel a little irritable.
"Constantine, you'd better wait outside the door for a while."
Gabriel tried his best to maintain his usual tone and spoke with some effort.
There are still some traces of its blood on the ground, and it needs to be cleaned up.
Otherwise there is no telling what Constantine would have done.
This guy is even more untrustworthy than the devil.
Gabriel waved his hand and used his strength to wipe away the blood on the ground.
"What a surprise. It turns out that the angel Gabriel can also clean the house? I thought there would never be ashes where the angel is."
Constantine's figure suddenly appeared. In the room, the door was even gently closed.
“If you keep doing things like this, you will soon go to hell.”
Gabriel tried his best to suppress the throbbing in his heart and slowly turned around.
Gabriel folded his wings and dressed neatly in a suit, showing off his beauty.
This kind of beauty has nothing to do with gender, it seems to be beauty itself.
The slightly curly blond hair also exudes light, adding a touch of holiness to it.
“Ah, that’s really bad! My angel! Save your lost lamb!”
Constantine opened his hands, the Ska cigarette still burning on his fingers.
"How many times do you have to tell me, Constantine! No matter how many demons you send back to hell, it is only for yourself. You will not go to heaven!"
< br>Gabriel finally calmed down and returned to his usual self.
But the pain will not diminish as it retracts its wings. So it doesn't have a great tone.
“What’s wrong, dear angel, your face doesn’t seem to look good?”
Constantine put the cigarette to his mouth, took a deep drag, and then blew out the smoke towards Gabriel.
“Welcome to experience my life, Gabriel!”
Constantine still looked fearless, with a yawning smile on his face.
“What do you have to say?”
Gabriel faced the sudden smoke and dust without blinking.
"By the way, do you know an angel named Manny?"
Constantine put away his indifferent expression, as if he wanted to show that this question was serious.
"I have been in the human world for too long. I don't know many angels. I'm so sorry."
Gabriel's expression remained unchanged. "That's such a shame, so would you like to give the Lamb of the Lord a hug?"
Constantine got the answer he wanted and returned to his frivolous self.
"If you are really the Lamb of the Lord, find a way to get to heaven."
Gabriel turned around and began to continue his usual work.
"What a pity, then I won't bother you."
Constantine opened the door and walked out, then fiddled with the door lock with a thin wire.
With a click sound, the door was locked from the outside by him, returning to the way it had been before he came.
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Gil and his father were sitting on the bench outside the blacksmith shop and looking at the stars, each holding an ice cream cone in their hands.
But he didn’t take a bite of the one in Frank’s hand.
Also on hand was a large bag of snacks and two bottles of the most expensive beer Frank could find.
Jill had no shortage of pocket money, and the bag of banknotes was still hanging casually in the room.
But there are very few snacks. After all, Bulcasso doesn't care about the quality of the food.
In the shelter, those with limited resources even eat as simple as possible, and they will not develop any exquisite diet.
"Jill, I will be finished soon. I will move here and build a house next to it, and we can live together."
Frank touched his son's head and suddenly felt This furry feel is really nice.
He couldn't help but speed up the frequency on his hands.
"I'll wait for you to finish your work. I'm living a good life now."
As he spoke, Jill added some ice cream in her hand.
"At that time, we will live a normal life. When you grow up, you will be a lawyer or a dentist."
Frank is not so much talking to Jill. Said he was talking to himself.
His heart was shattered with the death of his wife and daughter. Fortunately, his son was still alive.
It was silent for a while.
"Dad, if you don't want to eat your ice cream, can you give it to me?"
Jill looked up at his father and said in a coquettish tone. At this time, he looked like It's a teenage boy.
“Of course.”
Frank was brought back to consciousness by Jill's shout, and he quickly handed the ice cream in his hand to Jill's hand.
Bulkasso was drinking heavily on a bench in the park.
He was particularly angry today. The girl's body was completely destroyed by the demon, and all possibility of survival was lost.
Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't save it.
The soul was given to Ancient One, I guess she will be sent to where she should go.
The death of a noble person is often not the awakening of the numb, but more like a carnival of the ignorant.
It was as if Kane's death did not make those cowardly guys rise up to resist, but only made Leah extremely sad.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same, sometimes they just seem noisy.
Bulkasso thought of the wailing wounded soldiers in the shelter and felt a little depressed.
"By the way, what's that girl's name?" Bulcasso tried hard to remember.
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