Being able to talk to Sneijder about the future is a sweet and beautiful thing, but can such a day come?
After entering the heaven, it seems that everything is not my own.
In the underworld, at least there is still hope.
Cheng Qianxun was lying on the bed, looking up.
There were only stars in the sky, no moon, and the stars were covered by layers of clouds.
Raise your hands, imagine the sky as a canvas, your hands as the brush and eraser, and move all the clouds away first.
Then she raised her hands together and when she lowered them, a full moon hung in the night sky.
The moon is a little small.
Let’s make it bigger.
It still needs some stars to decorate it.
One here and one there.
So beautiful, this is the night sky.
Sneijder watched in amazement as she freely made stars and moons in the night sky, and even smeared and modified them.
It wasn't until she exhaled with satisfaction and admired the masterpiece with a smile that she said in disbelief: "It's amazing, Qianxun, is your ability considered to be at the level of a god?"
This is not difficult, she can get through wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
Suddenly interested: "What level can you achieve?"
Sneijder replied: "It's just ordinary food and clothing.
You can't get it by imagination.
It should be moved from other places.
As for this..."
He stretched out his hand to demonstrate, and it took a lot of effort for the boss.
Only then did the sun appear in the sky.
Seeing the sun shining, she said happily and strangely: "Isn't it great?"
When Sneijder put his hand down, the sun in the sky began to distort, and then it was like the TV was turned off, and there was nothing.
Only the moon as big as a disk and a few shining bright stars remained in the night sky.
"See?"
Sneijder pointed to the sky: "I can only create things that are like illusions, but what you created is so real, just like what originally existed in the sky."
At this time Raphael appeared.
He poked his head out of the clouds nearby: "Oh, who made this moon and stars?
Get rid of them quickly."
"What's wrong?"
she asked.
Raphael pointed at the moon: "This thing is really beautiful, and I would like to see more of it, but it seems to have affected the rest of the little angels at the top.
They looked at the moon one by one, and many of them were homesick and wanted to cry.
Get rid of it, the heaven is still the same as the human world."
Did it really affect the top level?
I originally thought that the layers of heaven were separated like buildings.
She stretched out her hand, and the bright moon in the sky fell down.
Raphael, who poked his head in the clouds, watched the moon slowly set like a flashing ball.
In the end, there was only one the size of a table tennis ball in Cheng Qianxun's palm.
She gathered her fingers together, pinched it gently, and then created a breeze, and the moon turned into silver fragments.
With the wind, they scattered like fireflies in the dark night.
Some silver fragments floated towards Raphael.
His eyes followed these tiny fragments in the clouds, and finally they scattered and disappeared.
He shook his head repeatedly and sighed: "Human beings are really good at playing, but they are also beautiful and beautiful.
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Don't forget about those stars."
Raphael stretched out his hand, and with a flick of his finger, a star disappeared, and finally, the sky became pitch black again.
Just as Raphael was about to pull up the clouds, she stopped and shouted: "Raphael."
"Hey" Raphael agreed sweetly.
He turned his head, looked down at her and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"
Sometimes I really can't stand this baby face.
She smiled bitterly, but she backed away from what she originally wanted to ask: "It's nothing, I just want to say thank you.
Thank you for taking care of us."
"Aha, it's okay."
Raphael waved his hand: "This is my job, just work.
Go to bed early and get more rest."
After finishing speaking, he pulled the thick curtains on the Yun Xiang stage and filled up the last gap in the middle.
Sneijder knew she had something to say: "Then what do you want to ask him?"
"I want to ask other angels if they have walked up the stairs."
She sighed longly and said, "I guess they won't tell."
"Ask, I am an angel who is very enthusiastic."
Raphael pulled away the clouds again, lowered his head and said: "Most angels can basically walk through the third and fourth floors, and only a few can walk through the sixth floor.
Only two have walked through it.
Almost all of them failed at the last level.”
"Who is it?"
she asked curiously.
"Well..."
Raphael hesitated for a moment, then poked his head down from the clouds, and whispered: "It's Lord Michael, and Lord Midalon."
"The archangel and the lightbulb...
Ahem, secretary."
She originally wanted to say it was the lightbulb head.
"Yeah, but they haven't passed the last level.
Just know that those who can pass the last level can...
Haha, you should rest and go to bed early.
I will dodge again."
Raphael disappeared directly, and When he exposed his head, the clouds slowly filled in next to him.
Really, why did he run away so quickly?
If he didn't want to say anything, no one could force him.
If you can pass the last level, you can realize a wish, even if you want to become the supreme god.
Midalon used to be a mortal, but he was able to reach the ninth level, so he became the scribe and was given the title of King of Angels.
And Michael should already be an archangel, why should he climb some stairs?
Does he want to become a god?
So far, we have not seen the shadow of God.
What kind of image does it belong to?
Or is the so-called original body a spiritual light?
To put it bluntly, it is the light of concentrated energy.
Everyone is working hard to climb the stairs, but even in this world, the authoritative No living thing has ever been seen.
Climb slowly, she said softly: "Sneed, if one of us could really climb to the last level, what would he wish for?"
"Don't count on it."
Sneijder said very realistically: "Even Michael and Midalon haven't finished climbing, so what can we undead do?"
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"Midalun was an ordinary person before."
She still had a glimmer of hope.
"He is not an ordinary mortal.
It is said that he was a man who saw God and then became an angel because of his intercession.
He must have climbed the ladder after becoming an angel."
Sneijder's words dispelled her last thought.
Yes, those who were not allowed to use plug-ins to climb the ladder climbed all the way to the ninth floor and became a high-level angel.
Then don't think about it, just climb slowly.
After one more level, everyone can become a four-winged angel.
If you can stand on the ninth floor, even if you fail at the last level, you can become a six-winged one.
But think about it, even if you become a six-wing, you still have to kneel down to several people to say goodbye, which is really unpleasant.
Forget it, let's go to sleep.
One good thing about being in heaven is that almost no one comes to urge you.
In the underworld, when the time comes, either the big-mouthed alarm clock will sound, or the manager from each floor will knock on the door.
If you are late, you have to say a few lukewarm words.
But here, I can sleep as much as I want, except when I have to climb the stairs, I can sleep during the rest time.
Michael came and brought food, but seeing them all lying down, he quietly left again.
She slept until about noon, when the light was very bright, and then she got up in frustration.
Suddenly I wanted to see what I looked like, so I conjured up a floor-length mirror.
Standing in front of the mirror, I saw in the mirror a woman wearing a linen robe.
Even the same large robe can't cover the exquisite and slender body.
After inserting it into the waist, the waist becomes slimmer and there is no fat on the belly.
After becoming an undead, his body was reshaped again and again.
The only thing that is the same between this body and the original body is that the total height is about the same, but obviously the waist has become thinner, the legs have become longer, and even the breasts are still small.
Yes, but it is strong and compact, and can hold up linen fabrics.
Looking at the skin again, there is no blemish on the skin on the face.
Lift up the wide sleeves and see that the arms can be said to be carved from ivory jade, delicate and moist. . .
She stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror with slight surprise.
Is that woman with a cold murderous look in her eyes and impeccable skin really her?
Although when Albert said she was beautiful, she was I gradually noticed it in the mirror, but when I climbed the stairs, I didn't have the mood to look carefully.
In this bright environment, I finally saw clearly that I was no longer the same as before, and finally understood that no wonder Albert liked her so much.
After a few more glances, she would feel that he was a celestial being and could not exist in this world.
Then he flew to the bedside, lay down next to Sneijder who was still squinting, and looked at Sneijder carefully.
The strange thing is that Sneijder's skin is not as good as hers, and a small number of pores can still be seen on it.
Caucasian people generally have thicker skin and more body hair than yellow people, but this shouldn't be the reason.
Sneijder opened his eyes and saw her widened eyes and looked closely at her, so he laughed: "What are you doing?"
Pulling down Sneijder's hand that was about to rub his eyes, she said seriously: "Don't move, let me take a good look at you.
Your skin doesn't seem to be as good as mine."
"Of course, men's skin is rarely better than women's."
Sneijder stretched out his hand, smiled and touched her cheek gently with the back of his hand: "Your skin is really good, it seems better than when you were a vampire.
The skin is even better.”
She frowned slightly: "Could it be that the more times you die, the better your skin will be?"
"Look, when you frown, there isn't even a wrinkle in the middle."
Sneijder seemed to have an epiphany: "Maybe that's the case.
Let me think about it, I died a few times, just once.
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Gordon and Reg You should have died once, but Rudolf has not died at all.
How about we go and take a look?"
"Okay."
The two of them ran to other beds to look at their teammates' skins.
They had nothing to do anyway.
Regel and Gordon's reactions were quite normal.
After waking up, they looked at their staring eyes and cursed them like crazy.
But after hearing this and seeing Cheng Qianxun's unusually delicate skin, they all curiously ran to Rudolf to have a look.
Rudolf opened his eyes alertly and subconsciously touched under the pillow.
He always put a gun under the pillow before, but of course he didn't touch anything at this time.
He saw four people surrounding the bed smiling sheepishly at him.
Only then did he realize that he was not in the mortal world or climbing stairs.
He wiped his face with his hands and cursed angrily: "What are you doing?"
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