My youth love story can definitely be written

"Don't look at me like that."

Biqigu stalled a stall of hand road,

"I'm on your side, Maou."

He lowered his head and showed a malicious smile towards the punk angel.

Why suddenly there is a feeling that I still need to explain a lot of things... I dug too many holes for myself before... The egg is broken, now I want to go back, so difficult.

299 It's a big trough

Under normal circumstances, before the battle, the pros and cons will have a lot of talks between the pros and cons. This is not meaningless nonsense, but a means to strengthen the will power of the enemy in your heart. You must know that no power is not. Idealistic, so the pre-war dialogue, the psychological game between the two parties, the will of the will, the soul-to-heart duel, this is a necessary step.

Raguel thinks so. Even though he has a black punk explosion head and dyed purple hair... He is born with purple hair and purple eyes, but he is still an archangel, retaining the pride and pride of an archangel. When the Demon King tried to use words to attack his self-confidence, he also responded with words indifferently, so although he didn't know the origin of the self-talking guy who just came over, he believed that words He will never lose to others.

Don't look at me like this, I have practiced Japanese well!

Raguel still had this idea when he was blown away by a punch.

"Oh oh oh, the last good boxing occasionally is also very exciting!"

Biqigu didn't even look at Raguire, who was fisted by him, and looked at his clumped fists with joy.

Well... it is only natural for you to think so...

"Whoever beats others without the strength to fight back will find it very interesting..."

Maou smiled bitterly as he watched Biqigu punch Feiraguier.

According to the situation, he seems to be surprised by Biqigu's terrifying strength, but it is strange that he does not feel that way. On the contrary, the whole person has a natural feeling-as if Biqigu is not so powerful, it should not be. same.

"What an astonishing speed."

The calm words make people wonder whether the scenes in their eyes are real. The rage that seemed to never disappear in the eyes has disappeared without a trace. Instead, it is unspeakable. Surprisingly calm.

"Huh? So, is the previous appearance of losing his mind at any time a disguise? Really, it's not very pleasing to play with opponents and teammates casually like this...No matter which side."

Biqigu shook his head.

"This is really a great misunderstanding."

He said such words, but his tone was unimaginable calm and indifference. It seemed that he was not shaken by Biqigu’s words.

"We didn't introduce ourselves before, it was the two of us that were rude."

"……Are you serious?"

Even Biqigu is a bit unable to understand the thoughts of the man in front of him. Although his previous punch was a joke, but for him it was a joke, and for the man who was hit by him. It was a completely different concept-although there was deliberate control to prevent him from being killed directly, it was definitely not a good punch.

"Are you serious?"

The black punk explosion-head angel who was struggling to get up from the ground vomited blood, and looked a little unwillingly as the angel turned from anger to stern.

"Am I kidding, don't you know it best?"

Although his face was expressionless, there was a deep chill in his words.

"Tsk..."

The black punk explosion-head angel clicked his tongue unwillingly, and pointed his thumb at his chest.

"My uncle..."

"I know, I know all of them."

Biqigu nodded without waiting for him to finish, his eyes were still full of warmth.

"Although you dye your hair, hang out on the streets, fight, drink, and take drugs, you do everything, but I know you are actually a good boy.

The punk-headed angel was stunned. He looked at Biqigu and said "Thank you" with a little bewilderment. When he saw Biqigu's "you're welcome" with a smile on his face, he suddenly realized that Biqigu just now What did it say.

"Soul Dan! Who is taking drugs!"

He suddenly furious, pointed at Biqigu and shouted,

"Also! My hair is born! Born black!"

"Eh... Angels also have black hair..."

Biqigu looked strangely at the angel whose face was already flushed with anger, and said with an unkind look.

"But then again...that is to say you are just going to the streets, fighting, and drinking?"

"Woo..."

The punk-head angel froze in place, looking like nothing to say.

"It's unbelievable... Is this an angel?"

Yang Nao, who stood beside Maou and Emi behind, shook her head and cast a suspicious look at Emi-she had heard Biqigu say that this woman was a brave in another world, and she seemed to have the blood of that world angel.

"Why are you looking at me..."

Huimei stroked her hair a little at a loss, a little irritated,

"There are many kinds of angels... Even if there are scum in the middle, it should be a matter of course, right?"

No, no, this kind of thing is definitely not taken for granted, okay?

"You guy! Who is the scum?"

"Whoever says it?"

Hearing the angels over there, Maou subconsciously defended his "wife".

It's really a couple...

Biqigu sighed silently beside him, and the solemn angel opposite him also sighed quietly.

"You discouraged the angel."

"Where are you from..."

Seeing that the punk-headed angel became a little weak, the serious-faced angel shook his head and ignored him.

"I am Carmel, the archangel who guards the'severe'. Several of you have privately transferred the evolutionary holy sword, the single wing and the fragments of the'foundation'. The behavior of Alas Rams' own possession has threatened the whole Heaven is an act that violates the justice of the gods. If you don't return it quickly, although I am helpless, I can only attack you."

"The god...justice?"