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"waste!"

The devil roared and put his foot on the angel's face. Then he picked him up and beat him repeatedly with his flaming fist. The angel's face was deformed by it, but the devil still had no intention of stopping.

"God, I don't want to watch any more."

A white-haired woman clutched her chest weakly, and she almost passed out. This scene had a great impact on her worldview, and the most terrifying thing was that she couldn't turn off this scene.

Even with her eyes closed, she could still see. It was as if someone had put a TV in her head.

If the scene was an angel beating a demon, she would clap her hands, she would scream for it, everyone, applaud, scream. But now it's the other way around, it's the devil who beats the angel, so she can't accept it anyway.

This is the opposite of the education she received since she was a child. She grew up in a family with a strong religious atmosphere, studied in a church school, and even entered the church as an adult. She is friendly, religious, goes to the orphanage every week, and takes joy in helping others, which is the source of her pain now.

Why are angels no match for the devil? Is it the sin in our hearts that inflates the devil's arrogance?

She looked at her husband in bewilderment, but her husband looked at her with a concerned expression: "What's the matter, Joanna, is it your old heart problem? God, answer me, fast. I take you to the hospital."

"...Can't you see?"

Joanna asked in confusion, and her husband looked even more puzzled: "What do you see?"

God, he can't see!

Joanna screamed in her heart. To be precise, it was screaming. The voice kept reverberating in her heart, tearing open every memory box buried in her heart.

Her husband, for example, was known for being extremely naughty in parochial schools as a child, and as an adult he joined the hippie movement. He's been in the army, he's been in a rock band, and he's a good guy...but what if that's what he pretended to be?

Joanna began to recall each time they went to church, and then she realized that her husband had always shown a lack of interest in going to church, and she had never been aware of it before.

He can't see.

He is not a religious man.

He is the devil.

He hides in us.

The devil...the devil, I must kill the devil.

Joanna took a deep breath and calmed down. Her tongue seemed to be rusted, her saliva turned into some kind of bitter liquid, and tears almost came out of her eyes. But she held back, and when her husband looked at her with those concerned eyes, Joanna just smiled casually.

"It's all right, dear," she replied in her usual tone. "Would you like some biscuits or something?"

"Did you make cookies?"

The husband shrugged and made a small joke: "Okay, although it's half past nine in the evening. But if it's your cookies, of course I'd like to have a few. But if you're not feeling well, Please tell me, okay? I don't want you to go ahead of me."

Smiling, he walked into the kitchen as he stared at her with the same loving eyes he had done for decades. And Joanna's heart is no longer full of happiness, on the contrary, she can't wait to vomit on the spot.

devil! devil! She roared in her heart. You can't see it, but you still pretend to be pious! You devil in human skin!

She was standing in the kitchen, which she had just cleaned this morning, the floors were clean, and every cupboard was spotless. At that time, she was standing here with happiness. But now, she was full of hatred. Joanna reached out and pulled out a kitchen knife from the wooden knife holder, which her husband had given her for her fortieth wedding anniversary.

Holding the knife, she began to cheer herself up. The way was to pray, but at this moment, she heard her husband talking on the phone with a friend in the living room.

"Yes, it's me, Joseph." His tone sounded worried. "I think Joanna has another heart problem, and I'll take her to the hospital tomorrow. Hey Mark, are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Okay, okay, then it couldn't be better. Yes, she just had her heart over her head and her face was in pain. Maybe surgery? God, I hope it's better not. The first words I woke up were thanking God, not thanking you, the doctor who worked for more than ten hours."

She heard her husband make a small joke, and although the worry in his voice could not be concealed, the flames of hatred burned in Joanna's heart.

You are indeed the devil! She screamed in her heart. My disease was cured by God, not a so-called doctor! The doctor is just her messenger!

She quietly held the knife and came to the living room. Toes crumpled in plush slippers, and the often waxed floor made no sound. So she came behind her husband. He is sitting in his place, as he has been for the past forty years.

Joanna raised the knife and stabbed it.

With the first knife, her husband shrieked and fell on the carpet. Blood spurted out, staining the carpet red. Joanna pounced on her physique that was definitely not in line with her 70-year-old, her hands were pinching Joseph's neck like iron tongs, her eyes were red.

But Joseph didn't struggle.

He stared at her blankly, his eyes becoming more and more dull until he lost his breath.

Joanna stood up happily, and the figure of Jesus appeared behind her. Smile with satisfaction: "You killed the devil, Joanna."

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The devil is still the devil, and the angel is no longer an angel.

——No longer what an angel used to be.

Half of its body was turned into crystal clear glass, and its internal organs were clearly visible in it. This look has a different kind of beauty, but it is obviously not happy about it.

"How do you feel about the world's live broadcast of your own tragedy?"

He Shenyan's words made it scream resentfully, but it couldn't make any resistance. The golden psionic flames just followed its body like a bone-encrusted gangrene, and no matter what method was used, it could not be avoided or extinguished. What frightened it even more was that the man standing opposite it was still as relaxed as he was coming for an outing at this moment.

But his eyes were not so gentle.

"You will die." He Shenyan said. "This is for sure. Although I don't know if you have a so-called soul, pure energy creatures, but I think I will find the answer."

"Don't even think about it!"

It screamed and rolled on the ground, trying in vain to put out the flames: "The Lord will find you! The Lord will kill you! And everyone!"

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