Wayne: (￣～￣;)
You might as well die!
Wayne cursed his bad luck, ignoring Heya, who only had eyes for the Archangel, looking longingly at the figure she dreamed of, her lips quivering as she dropped tiny pearls, looking like a puppy abandoned in a cardboard box.
Weak, helpless, and pitiful, only waiting for the owner to return, Wayne, an anonymous good Samaritan, passed by and was fiercely driven away.
"Michael, why did you come only now."
Uriel stepped back two paces, unwilling to be overshadowed by Michael's aura, looked at the figure full of intensity, and secretly admired his majesty.
He also wanted to grow up to be like that.
"Uriel, that's what I should be asking. Why have you four returned, did you find the Saint Heir?"
The heavy voice spread through the air, eyes opened on Michael's body, turning to look at Hexuno: "Hexuno, why did you suddenly return to Heaven!"
"Michael, watch your tone, you're overstepping a bit."
