Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

"Huh? Why, why?"

The little girl looked back at Raphael as if she had heard something very difficult to understand.

Raphael, his face flushed, placed his hand to his lips and said—

"Because, because, bullying can also be a form of liking..."

The more he bullies her, the more she likes him.

It's beyond saving.

Chen Ming reached out and picked up the dumbfounded little girl, smiled and patted her head, saying—

"Alright, let's not waste any more time. Everyone's waiting. Let's head to the wedding venue now. Come on."

He held the child in one arm and reached out the other to her.

Raphael placed the tender hand in his, and the two held each other's hands.

They walked out the door hand in hand, followed by a zombie sister dressed like a bridesmaid, who helped hold up Raphael's skirt.

They looked exactly like a newlywed couple.

Before Raphael could react, he said to Chen Ming—

"Today's wedding is going to be chaotic. I wonder what the queen who's being fought over looks like, that everyone is so infatuated with her."

I'm so curious, just how stunningly beautiful must she be?

"..."

Chen Ming twitched his lips, looking at his wife's curious expression, and realized that she definitely hadn't listened to his explanation last night.

I've already said that you can't do business and talk business at the same time, and you're still trying to do two things at once... Every time your mind wanders off to the ends of the earth, what can you remember besides happiness?

He sighed deeply, wondering where Raphael, who always seemed to roll his eyes and nearly faint, got his confidence from.

Forget it, let her suffer the consequences.

Chen Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, deciding not to remind his silly wife.

I want to see her expression when she finds out the truth. It'll be very interesting, won't it?

This isn't some kind of twisted sense of humor.

It's her own fault for not listening to his explanation.

He gave a faint smile.

Chapter 783 Fei'er is... she's going to die...

The melodious sacred sounds resounded in heaven, echoing in every corner, a symbol of joyous occasion.

Outside the elaborately decorated hall, all the angels had gathered, awaiting the arrival of the protagonist.

stomping on...

The wide avenue runs in both directions.

Two groups of people appeared amidst the welcoming crowd and slowly walked towards the wide gate.

Gabriel wore a white wedding dress, adorned with dark blue floral ornaments, and her white skirt was cinched at the waist, highlighting her beautiful abdominal curves. The six wings behind her shimmered with light, creating a dreamlike scene.

Holding a bouquet of deep blue flowers, which concealed her gloved, delicate hands, and with a veil gently covering half of her cheek, her stunning beauty was shrouded in a hazy glow, making her bright red lips even more alluring.

Wendy held up her long skirt from behind as she took small steps forward.

Both the elaborate wedding dress and the high heels restricted her pace, making her impulsive nature calm and as if she had washed away her unruliness, becoming a gentle woman waiting to be married.

She is about to embrace happiness.

On the other side of the avenue, bathed in the blessings and radiance of angels, stood another figure, facing her from afar.

Click click...

Her combat boots gleamed with a metallic sheen, but unlike usual, they were engraved with white floral patterns. Her usual combat dress was now a light, white wedding gown, with the long train held respectfully behind Isabella.

A light blue headdress adorned her head, and her veil was identical to Gabriel's. She wore a wedding dress and a light white armor, but unlike the armor used for combat, much of it served a decorative purpose, with light blue flowers carved on it, giving her a look that was both heroic and graceful.

A fair hand rested on the sword at her waist, a decorative sword, ornate yet devoid of any murderous aura.

At this moment, Michael resembled both a knight and a battlefield princess on her wedding day. His pale blue eyes were slightly lowered as he slowly walked to the door with Gabriel amidst everyone's blessings.

For a moment, the scene was somewhat quiet.

The two teams of little angels, who had been scattering flower petals and paving the way for the two kings with their small flowerpots, sensed that something was wrong and didn't know what to do next.

Why is this happening? How can there be two brides at one wedding?!

Almost all the angels had a strange expression on their faces, whether they were standing by the roadside or flying in the air, they all looked like they were holding back their complaints.

Normally, these girls are all chattering and gossiping, which is fine, but now it's the king's... big day. If they talk nonsense, they'll be beheaded, right?

I'm not kidding.

"Um, that..."

The little angels fluttered their wings, tucked their heads in, and flew to the two kings, saying—

"Please welcome the bride..."

Then, looking to the left and right, the little ones were in a dilemma. They dared not arrange the order of entry, so they could only reluctantly let the two kings enter together.

Gabriel glanced at the little ones, smiled, and said—

"Alright, the bride will now enter."

He was about to step into the hall when he spoke.

Michael, of course, did not lag behind and walked almost side by side with Gabriel. However, she suddenly stopped, feeling as if a thousand pounds were weighing down her feet, hindering her progress.

She glanced at it with her pale blue eyes and saw some faint spatial rifts blocking her way.

"Humph."

She gave a soft hum, and a faint breeze swept by, instantly dispelling all the cracks. The wind continued its relentless attack on Gabriel's veil.

Gabriel paused briefly, offering a slight resistance, before Michael caught up.

Two pairs of blue eyes of different shades stared at each other for a moment.

While everyone was sweating profusely, the two kings said nothing and went inside together.

There were already many angels sitting inside. When they saw the bride walk in, they all felt a chill run down their spines, but they still mustered up the courage to offer their blessings.

The blessings dare not show any favoritism to anyone, lest someone be thrown into the Spark Tower for entering the hall with their left foot first—there would be no one to reason with then.

The angels inside the hall were covered in sweat, while the many girls outside breathed a sigh of relief, patted their hearts, and wiped away their sweat.

Gabriel and Michael walked onto the stage together. Under the ring, the two were finally unable to turn back, and their sharp conflict was now fully exposed.

Three close confidants were sitting closest to him in the audience.

While Isaac and Wendy were worried for their king, their gazes fell on Phil, who was dressed casually. Wendy couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh—

"Oh dear, Fei'er, didn't you say you were going to fight for it? What happened? Did your king punish you?"

"..."

Fei'er glanced at her, lowered her eyes slightly, thought for a moment, then smiled and said—

"Compete? I never thought about competing. I've always said that the Queen belongs to everyone and it doesn't matter which king she marries. The Queen should be shared by everyone."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I know what you're thinking. You're just trying to come up with this idea because there's no other way to argue, but it's impossible. The Queen is definitely one of the parties involved in the marriage alliance."

Wendy smiled and shook her head, her eyes full of pity for the loser. Only the defeated side tries to demand equality; isn't it better for the winners to enjoy their hegemony?

Isabella and Wendy didn't get along, so she glared at her and said—

"The Queen certainly belongs to everyone, that much is true."

She said that, but then changed the subject and added—

"But we should still distinguish between close and distant relationships."

Even Isa didn't want Phil, who "had absolutely no chance of winning," to get involved, and wanted to dispel Phil's idea of ​​becoming queen as soon as possible.

"Oh~"

Phil looked surprised and said—

"Does this mean that we really can't share the Queen's title? And the victor gets everything?"

"Respect is fine, but it's best to just admire from afar."

“I also think that if everyone gets too close, it’s disrespectful to the Queen and the King.”

Wendy and Isa both nodded. It was rare to see these two rivals acting so amicably, but it made Phil almost burst out laughing, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

Phil's expression was a little strange, and Wendy, feeling puzzled, asked—

"Do you understand? So, unrelated people shouldn't covet the Queen; it's quite annoying."

"Pfft... Ming, I understand..."

Fei'er blushed deeply, covered her mouth, and lowered her head.

No, you can't laugh, you have to hold it in...

Seeing her like this, Isha gently shook her head and said—

"Although it is hurtful, that is the truth. From now on, if you want to see the Queen, you will have to inform me first."

"Reporting to you? The Queen belongs to our King Gabriel!"

The two guys, who considered themselves rivals, started arguing quietly again. Phil couldn't take it anymore, so she put her arm on the back of the chair in front of her, rested her face on it, and her body kept trembling.

To others, it looked as if he had been driven to tears by Isabella and Wendy.

Chapter 784 Two Kings Compete for a Husband

Some people agreed with what Fei'er said.

The little angels, watching the tension between the two sides rising due to the kings' wishes, couldn't help but look worried and said—