That "your grandpa" left the angels thoroughly bewildered. Looking at Qin Fen's tiny frame, they were lost for words. Then they looked at Michael and nearly burst into tears. What the hell was going on?
What was going on? Michael swore he had no idea. Somehow, he seemed to have become a fish on the chopping block, without even the strength to resist. With his head pressed against the ground, all he could see were Qin Fen's feet. Those little white paws kept swaying in front of him, but he could not muster an ounce of strength.
This was agony. Why the hell was this happening? With every breath Michael took, he could smell the fragrance of the soil.
The angels wore strange expressions, still standing there in a daze, when Gabriel spoke up beside them.
Qin Fen immediately turned at the sound. He could tell these two were probably the angels' leaders from their standing and their wings, though he did not really know their names. He shot a glare over, intending to ask, Who the hell do you think you are? But before he could deliver that badass line-
Qin Fen was dumbfounded too. Gabriel's body went limp, as though he had no bones, and he dropped to his knees as well!
Gabriel's heart ached. He swore this was absolutely not voluntary. He hit the ground with a thud and looked at Qin Fen, tears almost filling his eyes. Why? Why was the same thing happening to me as Michael?
He could not figure it out either. Not that figuring it out mattered now-he was already kneeling. The surrounding angels' hearts jolted. Another one?
Qin Fen scratched his forehead. Why exactly was this happening? He knew Lucifer had seemed a little off when facing him, but he had