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"waste!"

The devil roared and kicked the angel in the face. Then he picked him up and beat him repeatedly with his flaming fists. The angel's face was deformed by the blow, but the devil still didn't.

No intention of stopping at all.

"God, I don't want to watch anymore."

A white-haired lady covered her chest feebly and almost fainted. This scene had a huge impact on her world view, and the most terrifying thing was that she could not turn off this scene.

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

If this scene was an angel beating up a demon, she would applaud and shout for it. Everyone, applaud and scream. But now it's the other way around, it's a demon beating up an angel, so she can't accept it no matter what.

This is contrary to 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 and pious, and goes to the orphanage every week.

Feeling happy about helping others is the source of her current pain.

Why are angels unable to defeat the devil? Is it the sin in our hearts that makes the devil more arrogant?

She looked at her husband in confusion, but her husband looked at her without knowing why, with a concerned expression: "What's wrong, Joanna, is it your old heart problem? Oh my God, answer me, quickly. I

Take you to the hospital."

"...Can't you see?"

Joanna asked confused, earning an even more puzzled look from her husband: "What did you see?"

God, he can't see!

Joanna screamed in her heart. To be precise, she screamed incessantly. The sound kept echoing in her heart, tearing open every memory box buried in her heart.

For example, her husband was famous for being extremely naughty in a missionary school when he was a child. When he grew up, he even participated in the hippie movement. He joined the army and was in a rock band, and although he later became a good person... But, if

Was he pretending?

Joanna began to recall in her mind every time they went to church. It was then that she realized that her husband had always shown a lack of interest in going to church, and she had never noticed it before.

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He can't see.

He is not a pious man.

He is the devil.

He is hidden among us.

Devil... Devil, I must kill the devil.

Joanna took a deep breath and calmed down. Her tongue seemed to be rusty, her saliva turned into some kind of bitter liquid, and tears almost burst out of her eyes. But she held back, when her husband looked at her with concern.

When she saw it, Joanna just smiled casually.

"It's okay, honey." She replied in her usual tone. "Would you like some cookies or something?"

"Did you make the cookies?"

The husband shrugged and made a little joke: "Okay, although it is half past nine in the evening. But if you made the cookies, of course I would like to have a few. However, if you feel uncomfortable somewhere,

Please tell me, okay? I don't want you to walk ahead of me."

With a smile, he stared at her with loving eyes as he had for decades as he walked into the kitchen. Joanna's heart was no longer full of happiness. On the contrary, she wanted to vomit on the spot.

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

She stood in the kitchen, which had just been cleaned by her this morning. The floor was clean and every cupboard was spotless. At that time, she stood here with happiness. But now, she was filled with hatred. Joanna stretched out

She took out a kitchen knife from the wooden knife holder, which was a gift from her husband for her fortieth wedding anniversary.

Holding the knife, she began to cheer herself up by praying. 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 will take her to the hospital tomorrow. Hey, Mark, will you go to work tomorrow?

"

"Okay, okay, that's the best. Yes, she was holding her heart just now, with pain all over her face. Maybe she needs an operation? God, I hope it's not the case. After all, after the operation last time, she

The first thing I say when I wake up is thank God, not thank you, the doctor, who has been busy for more than ten hours."

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

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

She quietly held the knife and came to the living room. Her toes were wrinkled in the plush slippers, and the frequently waxed floor made no sound. She just came behind her husband. He sat on her own as he had for the past forty years.

on the position.

Joanna raised the knife and stabbed it.

After the first stab, her husband screamed and fell on the carpet. Blood spurted out, staining the carpet red. Joanna threw herself at him with a physical fitness that was definitely not suitable for a seventy-year-old man, and pinched her with both hands like iron pliers.

Joseph's neck and eyes were red.

But Joseph did not struggle.

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

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

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The devil is still a devil, but the angel is no longer an angel.

——No longer the original appearance of an angel.

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

"How do you feel about having your miserable scene broadcast live to the whole world?"

He Shenyan's words made it scream in resentment, but it was unable to make any resistance. The golden psychic flames just followed its body like gangrene attached to its bones, and it could not escape no matter what method it used.

Turn them on or extinguish them. What frightens it even more is that the man standing opposite it is still as relaxed and at ease as if he is on an outing.

But his eyes were not very gentle.

"You will die." He Shenyan said. "That's for sure. Although I don't know if pure energy creatures like you have so-called souls, I think I will find the answer."

"Don't even think about it!"

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