After hearing them talk about looking at the skin, Rudolph sat up, closed his eyes, and raised his hands attentively.
"Here, mirror."
Cheng Qianxun conjured up a small mirror clearly and handed it over.
"Thank you."
Rudolph took the mirror and looked at his face.
No one had time to take a closer look at what his face looked like, and Rudolph relied on his face to make a living.
After looking at it for a while, he looked at Cheng Qianxun's face again, and his eyes suddenly widened.
"Cheng, your skin is really good, the best I have ever seen."
Rudolph couldn't hide the look of surprise on his face, and stretched out his hand to touch her face.
"What are you doing?"
Sneijder became anxious and grabbed Rudolph: "Do you want to dissect her?"
"Let me touch it, or tell me how it feels."
Rudolf said with great interest: "Her skin is just like the ones in the photos.
I have never seen it so good."
Naturally happy to receive such appreciation, she stretched out her arm and said generously: "Then touch it."
Rudolf was not polite.
He took her hand, held it with one hand, and moved it over and over with the other hand like ivory.
He even looked closer and said, "It's so thin, even the pores are almost so small."
I can’t see that this is not very scientific.
Anyway, we are not scientific at all.
It is really what the Orientals call jade-like skin.”
"Okay, if you go down further, I think your mouth will come up."
Sneijder pulled her hand over sourly and held it tightly in his.
Rudolf looked her up and down and asked with rare curiosity: "Is it the skin on your hands and face that's like this?
Or... your whole body."
If I wasn't already thick-skinned, my face would be red: "Well, ahem.
Yes, it's the whole body."
"Oh" three teammates howled at the same time, Regel's howling the loudest.
Regel patted Sneijder on the shoulder and said with envy: "Brother, you are so lucky.
You have just found a treasure."
Sneijder smiled without saying a word and put his arm around her.
But she was a little worried: "Human skin will definitely have flaws.
Am I still a human?"
"We are no longer human beings, we are undead."
Reger lifted up the sleeves of his linen robe: "Did you see that my skin is much better than before?
At least there is less hair.
It won't take a while and I will be fine again."
Need to go to a beauty hospital for professional hair removal.”
"Hair removal" she covered her mouth and smiled.
"Yes," Regel pointed at his body and explained, "The same goes for the chest.
I'm a bodybuilding coach.
It's impossible for students to see a long-legged orangutan covered in hair while wearing a vest.
My beard needs to be clean from face to chin, so my annual hair removal fee is very expensive.”
Thinking of the hairy Regal dancing, he covered his mouth and could only laugh.
It has long been known that Caucasian people have thicker hair, and many women need hair removal.
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Therefore, women's razors are very popular in Europe, but in Asia, except for special professions such as models, women usually only have a small amount of hair that is thick enough to need to be shaved.
"The same white man.
I have relatively less hair.
If we say less hair, maybe only yellow men have the least hair.
Only about 10% of yellow men have chest hair.
And most of them are very small."
Dolph's words always come with statistics.
"Why are you so happy?"
Raphael came with food.
He is a person who is very good at interjecting topics.
After hearing what was being discussed, he immediately laughed: "Mao, I have that too."
Now anyone will be curious, do angels also have hair?
Raphael stood up, spread his wings slightly, and shook them: "Did you see it?
It's so hairy, so much hairy."
This is making everyone happy.
This is indeed Mao, but it does not belong to ordinary people.
"Don't be ridiculous, we are talking about the hair on the legs, arms, and chest."
Regel rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Lord Angel, do you have any?"
"It's body hair."
Raphael scratched the back of his head with his hand: "By the way, hair is also hair."
"Hair doesn't count," she said in a playful mood, "It's body hair.
Why don't we see the difference between angels and mortals."
"Yes, show us, have a look."
The teammates cheered.
"Ah, I want to see it."
Raphael hesitated for a moment, held his belly with both hands, and made an inhalation gesture: "Okay, I'll risk it all and let you see it."
After saying that, under everyone's wide eyes, he rolled up his sleeves: "Hey, look, you're welcome."
"Oh, I thought I had to take off my clothes."
Everyone was very discouraged, but it was good to watch.
Rudolf stood up and hurriedly got closer to take a look: "The skin is also very fine, just as good as Cheng's.
There is no hair, and very fine pores can be seen."
"Of course."
Raphael explained very professionally: "Humans need pores because they need to perspire and emit water vapor.
Gods don't need it.
They can regulate body temperature through divine power.
We can even go to the sun, and we still need pores."
Unscathed."
"That process..."
Rudolph wanted to elicit Raphael's words.
Raphael said with a smile: "Your little princess actually has great willpower and abilities.
Who can treat her as a simple undead?"
It was indeed different.
When she used the magic sword to fight Michael, the expressions on the other angels' faces could tell that she was no longer an ordinary undead.
"What about those demon kings in the underworld?"
Her thoughts drifted to the ground.
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At that time, Pluto's outstretched hands and feet, and every time she briefly saw the rest of his body except his face, it was a beautiful enjoyment.
"Watch out for the devil.
When angels go to the underworld, they will all turn into strange shapes.
There is only one angel who is so beautiful that neither heaven nor earth can bear to make it scary.
So in the underworld, except for the steward who becomes the undead, the other archetypes are basically made of Humans find it terrifying, terrifying, and even disgusting.
This is a punishment for depravity."
Raphael stretched out his finger and shook it: "Okay, speaking of Mao, I don't know if you have heard of it."
Raphael once again succeeded in attracting everyone's attention, and the angel told jokes, something he had never done before.
Raphael started talking: "Mortals can sometimes enter the heaven, and it is the heaven that lets mortals know that we exist.
In the Middle Ages, there was a man who prayed for many years and said that he must see the kingdom of heaven before he died, so we let him Here we are.
After visiting Heaven, he said he wanted to bring back a souvenir from Heaven.
We are not a travel company, so what souvenirs do we have?”
Everyone burst out laughing.
This angel's character really didn't look like an angel at all.
Raphael continues the story with great humor.
I don’t want to give him a milk can, and I don’t want to give him any thorns from a thorn tree.
The angel who was in charge of the reception was really annoyed and said to him, tell him what you want.
At this time, a gust of wind blew over, and there was a white feather.
He grabbed it and held it tightly, saying that if he wanted this, he could say it was an angel's feather when he returned, and everyone would believe that he had been there.
Okay, okay, God knows whose feather this feather belongs to, it's not his anyway, just get rid of this guy.
It's almost dawn.
When his family wakes up, they find that his soul has not returned from his body, and they think he is dead. , don’t be buried alive then, so the angel in charge of the reception agreed.
The man happily returned with the feathers.
Not long after he left, a group of big white geese raised by Raguel came over screaming.
After working on it for a long time, it turned out that the feathers were goose feathers.
Raphael smiled and said, "Fortunately, this man walked fast.
Otherwise, looking at this large number of geese, would he say that we angels don't even pluck a single feather?
We took the goose feathers to show others.
Some people actually believed in the feathers of angels." ,Hahaha."
Gordon also laughed: "No wonder there were swindlers in the Middle Ages who used goose feathers and said they were angel feathers to defraud money.
It turned out to be from you."
But she heard another meaning, smiled calmly for a while and asked: "Raphael, why don't you give me a hair and shake it out to see if any hair falls out."
Raphael smiled and shook his head: "You can't give it.
Angels' feathers generally won't fall off unless they fight or if they are willing to fall off.
If they are willing to fall off, they will carry the angel's wishes with them.
Give them to mortals or undead.
If you get it, you will be protected.
You don't need my feathers for your current ability, and I can't give you my feathers, otherwise I will be scolded by the archangel.
Of course, he usually won't scold him harshly, but when I saw him.
His face dropped and he didn’t speak, and I was almost scared to death.”
"Sure enough, it's nothing."
She laughed, covering up the turmoil in her heart.
There is also a pendant given to her by Pluto hanging around her neck.
In the cemetery of the dead after resurrection, Pluto's feather fell off and she caught it.
Isn't it a coincidence that Pluto is an archangel in heaven?
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Even if he reaches the underworld, his appearance is not the same.
Change.
Then his feathers can also protect the dead, and what happened afterwards confirmed this.
It’s not that Pluto just lost his hair, but he did it on purpose.
Why do you do this?
Among the undead, she is not the weakest, there are women shorter than her.
She is not the strongest either, there are many men among her.
Why did Heiyu just let her accompany her all the way, protecting her invisibly?
What is it about her that wins Pluto’s attention and kindness?
I have questions in my mind, but I can't talk about this question here, I can only bury it in my heart first.
She continued to chat and laugh with her teammates and Raphael, as if nothing happened and no one paid attention to it.
So we talked about Mao for a long time and told all kinds of jokes about Mao.
The time now is leisure, a reward and adjustment for them after being highly stressed.
After all, the heaven and the underworld want to see them in their best condition.
Even if they are torturing the dead, they must have enough rest in advance.
After eating, they can move around as they please.
Swim, play cards, continue to eat, drink and sleep, whatever: