Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Damn it, who is this guy!"

The angel with the same face as Gu Yi was healing his injuries.

Its left wing was missing half, and it looked very embarrassed.

Gabriel, its name, no one can figure out their gender.

It's like no one knows what Tyrell looks like when he's hidden under the hood.

Fortunately, those angels don't like to say "act according to my face".

It is said that angels are asexual, male or female has no effect on this group.

They are completely different life forms, such as oviparous?

Or born from a pool where countless angels have bathed.

who cares!

Gabriel originally wanted to make the plan of hell succeed, and then spread the glory of heaven to harvest faith.

Of course it has its own set of reasons, but there is no need to go into detail now.

But the appearance of the savage almost made his plans come to nothing.

The good thing is that the girl is still dead, then her sister will become the anchor point of hell, as long as the Spear of Destiny is obtained, then this plan still has a huge possibility.

But now Gabriel has completely lost the holy and perfect form of an angel, and the wings that were broken off by Bulkasso roughly, no matter how it drives the power, there is no sign of healing.

Now Gabriel is in a mess like a bereaved dog, his body is covered with blood stains as he slumps on the ground.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a hasty knock on the door, and it had to put away its injured wings and forcibly gather its spirits.

"Dear Angel Gabriel, am I still out of heaven?"

The frivolous and lazy voice sounded, making Gabriel a little irritable.

"Konstantin, you'd better wait outside the door for a while."

Gabriel tried his best to maintain his usual tone, speaking with some difficulty.

There are still some remnants of its blood on the ground, and it needs to be cleaned up.

Otherwise Constantine might have done something.

This guy is even more unbelievable than a demon.

Gabriel waved his hand to mobilize his strength, wiping away the blood on the ground.

"What a surprise, it turns out that Angel Gabriel can also clean up? I thought there would never be ashes where angels are."

Constantine's figure suddenly appeared in the room, and even gently closed the door.

"If you keep doing things like this, then you will soon be completely in hell."

Gabriel tried hard to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and slowly turned around.

Gabriel, who folded his wings, was neatly dressed in a suit, showing off its beauty.

This 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 sanctity to it.

"Oh, that's not good! My angel! Save your lost lamb!"

Konstantin opened his hands, the Ska cigarettes still burning on his fingers.

"How many times do you want me to tell you, Constantine! No matter how many demons you send back to hell, they are only for yourself. You will not go to heaven!"

Gabriel finally calmed down and returned to his usual self.

It's just that the pain won't diminish as it retracts its wings. So it doesn't sound very good.

"What's the matter, dear angel, your face doesn't seem very pretty?"

Constantine put the cigarette on his mouth and took a strong puff, then exhaled the smoke towards Gabriel.

"Welcome to my life, Gabriel!"

Constantine still looked fearless, with a small smile on his face.

"What do you want to say?"

Facing the sudden onslaught of smoke and dust, Gabriel didn't blink his eyes.

"By the way, do you know an angel named Manny?"

Constantine put away his nonchalant 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 am really sorry."

Gabriel's face remained unchanged.

“That’s such a pity, so would you like to give the Lamb of the Lord a hug?”

Constantine got the answer he wanted, and then resumed his frivolity.

"If you are really the Lamb of the Lord, find a way to go to heaven."

Gabriel turned back and resumed his usual work.

"It's a pity, then I won't bother."

Constantine opened the door and went out, then fiddled with the lock with a thin wire.

With a click, the door was locked by him from the outside, and it returned to the appearance when he hadn't been there.

...

Jill and his father were sitting on a bench outside the blacksmith shop looking at the stars, each holding an ice cream cone.

It's just that he didn't eat a bite of the one in Frank's hand.

On hand was a large bag of snacks and two of the most expensive beer Frank could find.

Jill has no shortage of pocket money, and the bag of banknotes is still hanging casually in the house.

But there are very few snacks. After all, Bulkelso doesn't care about the quality of the food.

In the shelter, those with scarce resources even eat as simple as possible, and they will not develop any refined diet.

"Jill, I'll be done soon. I'll move in and build a house next to it. Let's live together."

Frank touched his son's head, and suddenly felt that the furry feel was really good.

He couldn't help speeding up the frequency in his hand.

"I'll wait for you to finish. I'm doing well now."

Saying that Jill added a bit of ice cream in her hand.

"At that time, we will live a normal life, and when you grow up, you will be a lawyer or a dentist."

Frank was talking to himself rather than to Jill.

His heart was broken with the death of his wife and daughter, but luckily 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 a ten-year-old child.

"certainly."

Frank was brought back to his senses by Jill, and quickly handed the ice cream to Jill.

Bulkeso was drinking heavily on a bench in the park.

He was extremely angry today, the girl's body was completely destroyed by the demon, and she lost all possibility of surviving.

Even his use of the pill bottle couldn't save him.

That soul was handed over to Gu Yi, presumably she would be sent to where she should go.

The death of the noble is often not the awakening of the numb, but more like a carnival for the ignorant.

It's as if Kane's death didn't make those cowardly guys rise up to resist, it just made Leah feel extremely sad.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same, and sometimes they only seem noisy.

Thinking of the howling wounded soldiers in the shelter, Bulkeso felt a little depressed.

"By the way, what's the girl's name?" Bulkelso tried hard to remember.

Thanks to book friend Changan April Fengfeixu for rewarding 5,000 points.

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Thanks for the 500 points rewarded by book friends who don't follow the wind.

Thanks to book friend Ronnie Kurma for the 100 point coins.

Thank you book friend LQ for the 100 point coins rewarded.

At present, 92 chapters are recommended, and 15 chapters are rewarded, with a total of 107 chapters.

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I had some things to do during the day today, so I didn’t start coding until night. Of course, what I’m posting now is what I wrote a few days ago. I still reached the bottom line of coding every day... Although it’s already four o’clock in the morning when I write these words... …

At this point, I found that the collection has increased a few more. Are there any readers awake at four o'clock in the morning...