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Chapter 125

The wings seem to be carved out of palm-thick glass, a little soft to press, not really connected to the skin on the back, but still manageable.

But such wings are definitely not able to fly, at most they can flap a little bit to create a little breeze.

In the third dungeon, Ming Shu once had wings, so he was quite used to it.

He opened the remaining two boxes and took out a bottle of perfume and a small bottle of potion.

The word "Angel" is pasted on the bottle of the perfume. The weight is not small. The bottle is heavy in the hand and should last for a long time.

Ming Shu sprayed a little on her hands, and smelled it closely, the smell was very light, like a light scent mixed with flowers and grass leaves.

The last shaping water, there is no specific time limit in the product details before purchase, but now I pick it up and see that it can only be used for 24 hours once.

And there is a purchase limit, you can only buy it once a day, and you can change one body part at a time.

Mingshu drank the potion, and a dialog box popped up in front of him, with a long list of options.

[Please select the body part you need to change]

The tail can be hidden in the clothes, but the devil's horns on the top of the head cannot be covered. Mingshu has no other choice.

He clicked [Devil's Horn], and the way to change the part is to hide it directly. The system attached to the potion is very convenient, and user habits can be set. Every time he uses the potion in the future, he doesn't need to waste time re-checking it.

After confirming that the potion took effect immediately, Ming Shu touched the top of his head again, and his pair of black horns had completely disappeared, as if they had never grown.

There are only three items in the mall. The shaping water will be refreshed on time the next day. I don’t know if the wings and perfume will be replaced with others.

Ming Shu turned off the system, and the empty box containing the items disappeared out of thin air. He stood up and tidied his tail quietly.

Next, it was time to sneak into the temple... Ming Shu was not familiar with this place at all, so he walked in the opposite direction from where he came, and came to the edge of the other side of the small forest.

Only then did Ming Shu realize that the place he was on was a small suspended island. As far as he could see, there were many such small islands. There were transparent bridges connecting the islands, which could lead to anywhere.

The edge of the woods is also the edge of the small island. A large cloud was blown by the wind and slowly floated over. Ming Shu stretched out his hand to touch it, leaving faint water marks on his palm.

He is in heaven now?

Ming Shu stood there blankly for a while, took out the perfume and sprayed it on himself, making sure that every place was covered with the smell and that it was not too strong, then carefully walked along the path at the edge of the forest to the transparent water not far from the island. bridge.

On the opposite side of the bridge was another nearest small island. There was a figure standing on the island, carefully arranging his hair. Ming Shu waved to him from a distance.

When the person opposite saw him, he hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand in response.

The man looked very friendly, Ming Shu immediately walked towards him across the transparent bridge, and when he got close, he found that the man, like himself, also had a pair of small transparent wings hanging in the air behind him.

Mingshu breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the angel wings here really look like this.

He approached and showed a friendly smile: "Hello."

The angel looked at Mingshu curiously, especially his dark red robe, and said delicately, "Why are you dressed like this?"

Ming Shu looked down: "What's wrong with this dress?"

"Are you also here to participate in the selection of attendants?" The angel took a step forward, gently curled up a piece of the comfortable sleeve with his fingers, and said with a little distaste: "This dress, the teacher will not like it."

It is their supreme honor to enter the temple to serve the archangels, how can they wear such...unclean colors.

Hearing this, Ming Shu felt a little embarrassed: "But I don't have any other clothes..."

His hair is on the long side, and his exquisite facial features look innocent and pitiful, the angel couldn't bear it: "Put mine on."

Ming Shu thanked him again and again, the angel took him to the center of the island, and handed him a pure white coat.

"It should fit," he said, "put it on first, and when you enter the temple, there will be a uniform dress."

Mingshu nodded gratefully. The angel looked about his age, and she didn't intend to avoid it. She looked at Mingshu and waited for him to change.

Mingshu took off the dark red wizard's robe, put on the clothes given by the angel, put it over the thin inner coat, and quietly hid the angel's perfume in his pocket when tidying up on his side.

After he was dressed, the angel urged: "Let's go quickly, the selection is about to start."

The original clothes could only be temporarily discarded on the island, Ming Shu didn't dare to delay and kept up with the pace of the angel.

They went all the way, and came to another longer transparent bridge, and they couldn't even see the side at a glance.

The angel led the way and talked to Ming Shu: "This time the temple is very big, it must be a great archangel... There are many attendants to choose, and there is a high probability that we will be selected."

They introduced themselves briefly to each other, the angel's name is Qinghe, and their age is three months.

Mingshu looked at this 20-year-old face: "I'm about the same as you."

There are also some angels not far away, on different glass bridges, heading in the same direction as them.

Mingshu's eyes flickered, and he turned his head to see two angels flying quickly in mid-air, with a pair of real feathered wings growing on their backs.

He couldn't take his eyes off for a while, and Qinghe beside him was also very envious: "If you go to the temple, you will have a chance to get holy water and become an angel..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Shu showed a dazed look: "Become an angel? Don't we..."

Qinghe's face changed, and he immediately made a silent movement.

Mingshu shut up obediently, looked around lightly, and confirmed that no one else noticed them, then whispered: "We are not qualified to be angels..."

He regarded Ming Shu as a newcomer who didn't understand anything and no one was willing to teach him, so he told him a lot.

For example, those with small transparent wings like them can only be called apostles. When their strength becomes stronger, their wings will grow, and they can barely fly a short distance before they can be advanced to become envoys.

Those with real feathered wings are the apostles, and even they only call themselves private, and dare not speak out in front of the archangels.

And the archangels in each temple have at least four or six wings. Their power far exceeds that of ordinary angels, and they are the closest existence to gods.

Such a hierarchy seems simple, but for angels who are born with insufficient talent and blood, it is very difficult to raise each level.

"Don't say what you just said in the future," Qinghe warned solemnly, "If you are taught to know, exile to the arid desert is the lightest punishment."

Ming Shu nodded silently, thinking that if she became an angel, she would have this kind of unequal class relationship.

With such small wings as Qinghe, he is naturally the lowest apostle, and the number of apostles is also the largest.

Qinghe doesn't know much about the temple. Although there are more than 1 archangels who succeeded this time, it is said that there are only a dozen or so left.

The size of the temple at the beginning of its birth is also related to the strength of the Archangel it belongs to.

"However..." Qinghe looked at the white clouds in the distance, "This archangel, I heard that he came up from a very far border, it is very special..."

Mingshu gradually lost his mind, he couldn't contact Xia Zhu here, and Qinghe didn't look like a player, the dungeon should be single-player.

That Sang Yin... Before he was directly teleported here, he caught the light spot overflowing from Sang Yin's body.

Was he brought here by a spot of light?According to the usual situation in the past, Sang Yin must also be here.

Will he still retain his memory... Ming Shu gently adjusted his tail with his hand hanging by his side, and pressed down the raised point.

After walking forward for about ten minutes, they finally saw the majestic temple standing in the clouds.

The number of angels around gradually increased, and there were people standing on every bridge. Ming Shu glanced over and saw that they were all apostles like him.

At least the temple's standard for selecting attendants is not high, and they don't need to be very strong.

The next selection went very smoothly. Mingshu and Qinghe passed the preliminary screening, registered their names and entered the gate of the temple.

There were at least fifty or sixty apostles who came in with them and gathered together in the open-air hall.

An envoy with feathered wings on his back stood on the high platform in front, beating the round drum beside him.

The noisy hall fell silent, making the teacher condescending, and glanced at everyone: "You have passed the preliminary screening, and you need to stay in the hall for a new assessment in the next three days."

The initial screening is based on appearance. The archangel will appear anywhere in the temple at any time. The first requirement for serving him is to be good-looking and have a pleasing appearance.

The rest of the assessment was based on character, which made Jiao not explain too much, and his serious expression appeared a bit harsh.

It would take three days to pass the selection. Fortunately, there was no time limit for the main task.

While the teacher was still talking, Ming Shu stood in the crowd, bent down quietly and rubbed his knees.

He was busy for almost a whole day in the last dungeon. After being teleported here, he walked all the way and stood there for so long without even drinking his saliva.

At the same time, in the main hall in the center of the temple, an envoy lowered his head and reported to the figure sitting on the chair in front of him.

"My lord, a group of servants of the temple have been screened, and here is the list."

In the past, many archangels were promoted from low-level ambassadors. If they have acquaintances, they can be promoted as a special case and directly promoted to personal servants, and the treatment will be different.

After a while, a cold voice said, "No need."

The figure sitting on the chair was slender and straight, with one hand propped on his forehead, and the other hand resting on the armrest.

He was dressed in white, with an unusually handsome face, his collar was buttoned up to the top, and his wings were temporarily hidden behind him.

The teacher agreed, turned around and was about to leave when a golden bird flew in and landed on the short stone pillar next to the chair.

With a "plop", Shijiao immediately fell to his knees, lowered his back and crawled towards the direction of the golden bird.

This golden bird is a bird of prophecy, born together with the temple, and every time it appears beside the archangel, there will be an important prophecy announced, pointing out the way forward for the archangel.

The archangel stood up and stretched out his left hand to the golden bird, and the golden bird flew to his hand.

The golden bird tilted its head, stared at the archangel with a pair of black bean eyes, and opened its mouth to say: "You will fall."

The envoy who was kneeling underneath gasped, and his hands that were supporting the ground began to tremble.

The time for the archangel to succeed to the throne was very short, and this was the first time the golden bird appeared, and it turned out to be announcing his fall...

The golden bird was still talking, fluttering its wings, with a crisp tone: "You will be lured by a succubus, you like him, you are obsessed with him, and you will not be able to extricate yourself."

The cold sweat on the forehead of the teacher fell, and he began to worry about whether he would be silenced.

After the golden bird finished speaking, it flew away, and the sound of flapping wings passed through the gate of the palace until it disappeared.

There was a dead silence around him, so he summoned up his courage and raised his head cautiously.

"My lord," he tried his best to hide his panic, "please allow this subordinate to investigate all the attendants in the temple, and if they find anything related to..., kill them immediately."

Prophecy can be circumvented, as long as the method is appropriate, and the archangel always maintains his heart and remains steadfast.

In addition, the interior of the temple must also ensure that no filthy things from the blood of demons sneak in, and eliminate hidden dangers at the root.

The hall was quiet, and the sweat dripped down on the white stone bricks. After a while, I heard a cold response: "Go."