unscrupulous angel

"I never thought that the majestic God of Order could make tea." The God of Destruction sat down on the chair, smiled faintly at the hooligan, and said.

"What's the point of making tea? I can cook now." The hooligan laughed, sat down on the chair opposite the God of Destruction, and said casually.

"That's why I said, you've changed, and you've changed a lot." The God of Destruction took a sip of tea from his teacup, looked at the gangster meaningfully, and said.

"That's right, I've changed a lot." The big hooligan picked up the teacup, raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp, then played with the teacup in his hand, looked at the God of Destruction and asked, "Then what do you think, I am For the better, or for the worse?"

"Why do you ask me whether it's good or bad? That's your own business, as long as you know it, it's fine. And, good or bad, you are you, there is no change at all, isn't it?" The God of Destruction said lightly.

"Well, a very philosophical sentence." The hooligan gave a thumbs up to the God of Destruction, and nodded with a smile.

"Order, do you remember the last time we chatted like this?" The God of Destruction suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the gangster, and asked.

"The last time we chatted like this? It must have been 10 years ago, right?" The big hooligan thought for a moment and replied.

The God of Destruction shook his head and said, "No, it's 15 years, four months, and five days."

"I remember it really clearly." The big hooligan was a little surprised.

The God of Destruction didn't pay attention to the gangster at all, and said to himself: "15 years ago, I was really happy at that time. You, me, and creation, the three of us often chat together about the future of this world, Talk about God the Father, talk about their respective abilities, and talk about various things. But such days will never happen again."

"Order, why do you think this is?!" God of Destruction suddenly stood up from his chair, looked down at the hooligan, and asked.

"Why? You asked me why?!" The gangster's face changed, and anger appeared in his eyes, "Destruction, if it wasn't because of you, how could such a day disappear?!"

"Is it really because of me?" The God of Destruction asked with a sneer.

"It's not because of you, is it because of me?!" The big hooligan snorted and said.

The God of Destruction nodded, and said seriously: "That's right, it's because of you."