"Eat, this piece of meat is fragrant."
The roasted whole lamb was put there, and the five people took the knife and cut off a piece after eating.
Sneijder joked: "It's often written in scriptures that humans eat mutton."
Reger took a big bite and said, "Don't be so stingy in Heaven, not even giving a piece of meat to people who climb the stairs."
"This mutton is really good.
How do you want to cook it for the next meal?
I heard that there is a hotpot in the East, so let's have mutton shabu-shabu tonight."
Rudolf was still thinking about his next meal.
Cheng Qianxun laughed.
These teammates were indeed capable.
In order to fill their stomachs, and of course to give her a good meal, they actually killed and roasted the sheep.
Raphael looked embarrassed: "But they just ate it, and it was delicious.
Raguel, don't be angry.
Didn't they cut down my fruit trees and use them to roast your sheep?"
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This made the five people who deliberately ate it laugh out loud.
It turned out that this female seraph was called Raguel, and about five sheep next to her were trembling with fear and bleating.
The anger on her face was clearly there: "Your trees can be replanted, but mine are sheep."
Raphael pinched his fingers, looked up to the sky, and muttered: "Your sheep can still regenerate.
We don't eat mutton anymore.
In the early years, you said you were afraid that sheep would give birth to lambs.
If you gave birth to too many lambs, you would Raise males and females separately, now the problem is solved, right?”
When these trembling ewes heard this, they actually stopped shaking and even opened their eyes and smiled.
After living for so long, he has become a sheep spirit.
"Um, um... an angel who regulates fertility actually lets sheep produce milk without raising lambs.
It's not in line with nature."
Raphael looked like a child lying, which was both cute and ridiculous.
The ewes kept nodding and bleating in agreement, which made Raguel almost roll his eyes in anger.
At this time Rudolf poked the fire: "There is not enough firewood."
"I got it."
Regel stood up, but instead of grabbing the ax next to him, he conjured a chainsaw and turned on the switch.
A chainsaw can actually make a loud noise.
"Slow, wait."
Raphael quickly waved his hand and made a pile of firewood beside them: "Why can't you make firewood instead of cutting down the fruit trees in the Garden of Eden?"
Regel threw the chainsaw back.
He sat down again and gnawed the mutton again.
"Why do we mortals think so much?"
Sneijder obviously suppressed a smile: "You are angels and should have thought of it earlier.
Wouldn't it be fine if you gave it to us earlier?"
Raphael could only smile bitterly and said to Midalon, "Mr.
Midalon, how about you give me an idea."
"I am the secretary, not the manager of the underworld."
Midalon's loud voice seemed so funny at this time.
Raphael spread his hands to the five people: "Okay, then you can eat."
"Master Midalon, you can't do this."
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Raguel said anxiously: "They eat one sheep a day, and they haven't eaten all the sheep yet."
Midalun's loud voice sounded: "You can discuss it with Lord Raphael, I will make a record."
After that, he disappeared.
I really don’t care.
Raphael laughed loudly: "Good Raguel, you have tens of thousands of sheep anyway.
Even if they eat every day, they won't finish them all.
Just reward those obedient sheep.
Let them raise some lambs."
The five sheep listened.
He kept nodding his head, squinting his eyes so hard that he could hardly see.
Seeing the mortals throwing wood into the fire, Raguel was so angry that he almost stamped his feet: "Anyway, you can just turn some wood into a supply for them, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
Raphael nodded seriously: "Everyone said that Mr.
Raguel showed off his cleverness, and he guessed it right away."
Seeing Raguel angry but maintaining his grace, he is a seraph after all.
You can't be so angry in front of mortals.
Cheng Qianxun couldn't help it anymore and started laughing with his teammates.
Finally dispelling all the haze that just passed the first floor, laughter is the best therapy.
As soon as the angels left, Cheng Qianxun lay down again.
She always felt tired, and that feeling of heart-tiredness made her whole body depressed.
There is also night in heaven.
Those undead who turned into children on the top floor can't play all the time.
You can inform them at night that they can rest and wait until dawn before playing again.
The teammates sat around the campfire and admired the night sky.
In the underworld.
Everything is created from nothingness, and in the heaven, the stars are real, as numerous as they are fake.
But there is no moon, there is no Venus in the morning and evening, and there is no Big Dipper, which shows that it is different from the mortal world.
Reger was very worried and said: "Cheng looks like he is suffering from depression?"
"Impossible, she's just tired."
Sneijder said angrily: "Either you want to take advantage of her, or you want to skin her.
If I were me, I would have gone crazy.
I wasn't driven crazy by you.
Yes, I’m just mad at you.”
"Didn't I forget everything?"
Gordon apologized: "Let it go and don't mention it again.
There seems to be something wrong with Cheng.
I have never seen her sleep so well."
Although she likes to sleep in, she has never slept like this.
Apart from eating something, she basically lies in bed.
"Let her sleep well."
Rudolf sighed slightly: "Sometimes the heart is more tired than the body.
I just hope she can recover in two days, otherwise it will be difficult for her to survive the next level."
Reger spoke very directly: "Don't disturb her.
If you need anything, you can solve it yourself.
Spend more energy thinking about how to help her."
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Sneijder held his breath and stared, while other teammates laughed.
Gordon smiled and patted Sneijder on the shoulder.
Cheng Qianxun fell asleep like this, feeling tired, really tired, and really wanted to give up.
It felt like he hadn't gone to class for a whole semester, but he had a big exam tomorrow, and he failed anyway.
Her fighting spirit has been exhausted, and she no longer has the strength to fight with the heavens.
Sneed came to call her again and asked her to get up and eat.
This time, no sheep were killed.
In order to prevent them from killing sheep, Raguel sent four angels to take care of their food and drink, and provided them with all the things they needed to eat.
Get it out.
Whether they are conjured or moved from other places, they will never be eaten to death, otherwise it will damage the reputation of the heaven.
Most of the food on the table was eaten in the Middle Ages, but it was still considered aristocratic.
The bread was also white bread, as well as honey, goat's milk, roasted lamb, etc.
Probably only the relatively wealthy nobles could eat such white bread after eating black bread with impurities for so many years.
The emperor probably couldn't eat it every meal.
Cheng Qianxun is not having an easy time.
The time is up tomorrow, but she still has not recovered.
What should she do then?
Everyone could see her decadence and she made no sound.
After eating for a while, Sneijder suddenly asked: "Qianxun, how do you write your name?"
Cheng Qianxun was a little surprised when he heard Sneijder say: "I want to tattoo your name on my body, so that I can remember you."
Gordon's eyes lit up: "What a great idea.
I realize that we will never forget the knowledge we have learned.
If we tattoo the words on our bodies, even if we all forget, the words will still be on our bodies, so I will tattoo them too."
Cheng Qianxun shook his head and continued to eat slowly: "If the next one is not aimed at me, do you want to tattoo everyone's names on your body?"
"They will definitely target you," Rudolf said calmly: "Because it was you who made Heaven lose in the bet, so what they want to see is that you admit defeat or surrender in Heaven.
Do you believe it?
Now you are running to admit that everything you did before was Wrong, not only will they make you an angel, they will also let us go."
"Stop talking."
Regel glared.
"No, let me continue."
Rudolf stared at Cheng Qianxun and asked seriously: "If you want to shame Pluto, then kneel down in front of them and beg for mercy, and confess with tears, then you will You can stop everything and be better off.”
The teammates stopped talking and looked at Cheng Qianxun.
Rudolf was absolutely right.
Heaven brought her here just because he wanted to.
Otherwise, is there any other reason?
It was because he wanted to save her fallen soul with great compassion.
Cheng Qianxun understood immediately.
After thinking about it for a while, she thanked Rudolph: "Thank you, I will never give up and will never kneel down to beg for mercy."
Rudolph raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
He turned his head and shouted: "Where's the wine?
Why is there no wine here?
Isn't it said that wine is a gift from God to mankind?
Are you reluctant to take it out?"
One of the two-winged angels looked for wine helplessly, and soon brought a jug of wine and five wine glasses.
Looking at the disdain and contempt on the faces of these angels, one must think that they are demons with horns on their heads, tails on their backs, and bat wings on their backs.
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Of course, these angels were not expected to pour wine for them like the waiters and maids in the underworld.
Rudolf took the jug and poured five glasses of wine.
He took one and raised it: "For our most beloved princess, do it."
Watching other teammates raise their necks, they drank in one breath.
Cheng Qianxun excitedly took the wine glass and drank it all.
"One stroke, then one horizontal stroke, and finally one vertical stroke in the middle.
That's it."
Cheng Qianxun wrote in mid-air drunkenly.
A white cloud formed in front of the finger, forming a big Chinese character in front of it.
Several teammates were watching, and Regel asked strangely: "Aren't Chinese characters very complicated?
Why are they so simple?"
"The simplest Chinese characters only have one stroke, and the most complicated ones have dozens of strokes."
Cheng Qianxun's cheeks turned red after drinking, and he wanted to laugh: "This character, pronounced Qian, is the best among my names.
"Thousands of them."
"But I want to know how Cheng writes, hey, hey, Qianxun, don't sleep..."
No matter how hard Sneijder pushed, Cheng Qianxun fell asleep on the table.
Cheng Qianxun was shaken awake.
When he woke up, he saw Raphael and Midalun standing not far away.
"You are really good at sleeping.
It's almost time."
Raphael said with a smile.
Cheng Qianxun sat up and immediately covered his forehead, feeling a little dizzy.
"You should drink less before climbing the stairs."
Raphael came over, stretched out his hand, and stayed on her head for a while.
The headache disappeared in the holy light emanating from his palm.
"Okay."
Raphael turned around, clapped his hands, and said to Midalon with a look of success: "Now that she is in good health, the underworld will not say that we are unfair, and they can go
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