I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 277 The Killing Angel is a Cold-Hearted Male Supporting Role (4)

For a month since that day, the God of Light has been immersed in the depths of the Temple of Light without issuing any instructions.

The angels inside and outside the temple could only act according to their respective duties, their hearts filled with longing for God the Father and doubts about the current situation.

The angels who wanted to go to the Temple of Light to pay homage to God the Father were rejected one by one. Even the archangel with a high status could not see the holy face of the God of Light.

The news that Xila also stayed in the Temple of Light with the God of Light and had never appeared, also spread quietly among the angels.

They couldn't help but sigh that Father God's love for Xila was beyond words.

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In the Hall of Light, Xila was concentrating on flipping through the books on the bookshelf, his face as cold as his name.

He seemed to have found something puzzling in the pages of the book, his brows were furrowed and his expression was focused.

The God of Light in the distance looked at this scene and couldn't help laughing. He tiptoed behind Xila and asked softly.

"Xila, what are you looking at so seriously?"

Xila's body curled up slightly, his facial expression remained calm. He turned to look at the God of Light, his voice calm and polite.

"My God, there are some things Xila doesn't understand."

The God of Light touched the boy's cheek lovingly, and his loving eyes were almost excessive.

He said gently, "Tell me about it. Perhaps the Father knows."

Xila nodded, and a hint of smile appeared in his scarlet eyes, which was captivating and eye-catching.

"Are the Dark God and my God from the same origin?" he asked.

The God of Light paused slightly, looked at the well-behaved child in front of him with some surprise, and a feeling of pride surged in his heart.

"Why do you ask that?"

There was a hint of laughter in his voice.

Xila stretched out a pair of cold, white, slender hands, pointed to a certain place in the book, and said.

"It says here that the Dark God and my God are to check and balance each other. If so, aren't they from the same origin?"

The God of Light looked in the direction of Xila's hand. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of hands that were as cold as himself, and then the words that the fingers were pointing at.

He lowered his brows, and his gentle divine power leaked out involuntarily.

"Xi La, you are truly the smartest child of Father God," he exclaimed.

Xila blinked her eyes, and her ruby-like eyes sparkled with bright light, as beautiful as stars.

His master was so beautiful that it was impossible to look directly at her.

The God of Light gently took the book back from the boy's hand. His divine power flowed through his fingertips, and he smoothly returned the book to its original place on the bookshelf.

Xila looked at the Father God in front of him with some confusion, his eyes unblinking, full of curiosity and confusion.

The God of Light held Xila's hand with a gentle and loving look.

"Xi La, Father God will take you to a place."

His voice is full of mystery and tenderness.

Xila tilted her head in confusion, and her look was so cute that the God of Light was stunned for a moment, then he tightened the slender wrist in his hand.

At this moment, their position changed drastically.

At this moment, they were standing on a vast ocean. There was nothing around them but the boundless blue water under their feet.

There were no living things, no sounds, only the two of them.

Xila's face was tense, and he looked at the Father God in front of him, with a probing gleam in his eyes.

"Xila, what did you see?" asked the God of Light.

Xila looked around carefully and then answered seriously.

"The sea, the endless sea."

His little face was serious.

A smile flashed in the corner of the God of Light's eyes, and he continued to ask.

"Do you know where this is?"

Xila thought for a moment and answered with a frown.

"I don't know."

The God of Light stretched out his hand and smoothed the boy's frown. His fingertips gave him a slightly cool touch, which made him feel a hint of coolness.

He folded his hands and spoke gently.

“This is where God the Father was born.”

Xila raised his head seriously and his eyes fell on the profile of the Father.

"Is this also the place where the Dark God was born?"

Although it was a questioning tone, Xila's expression was affirmative.

The God of Light nodded, his tone calm and firm.

"I am his brother. We have the same abilities, but different powers. Mine is the power of light, and his is the power of darkness."

Xila was stunned for a moment, then said with a stern face.

"My God is the most powerful."

The God of Light turned his head to glance at his well-behaved child, feeling both relieved and filled with indescribable emotions.

His heart was so soft that his love for Xila was beyond words.

Above this ocean where their divine power was born, the God of Light felt unprecedented peace and contentment.

Looking at the innocent face of his child, the God of Light felt strangely depressed.

His child seemed so gullible that he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

At this moment, there seemed to be ten layers of filters in the eyes of the God of Light. He completely forgot that Xila was actually the Angel of Slaughter, the most powerful angel, and an existence that everyone feared.

"Xila, the Dark God has always been absurd. If you have the chance to meet him, you must not have any contact with him. Do you understand?"

The God of Light warned seriously.

After hearing this, Xila nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

The God of Light lovingly touched the top of his child's head.

He found that he liked to touch his child's head more and more, and he was secretly proud of himself and felt that he was a really good father.

Suddenly, a cold voice broke the silence of this empty place.

"You old thing, you're plotting against me again!"

There was dissatisfaction and mockery in his voice.

Xila was a little stunned. He turned his head and saw a figure dressed in black appear in his sight.

That person had the same black hair as him, but his eyes were the same golden color as the God of Light, cold and evil, his upturned phoenix eyes looked both romantic and promiscuous.

A black aura surrounded him, forming a sharp contrast with the golden light of the God of Light.

Xila just turned his mind and immediately knew who the visitor was - the Father God's younger brother, the Dark God.

The sudden appearance of the God of Darkness made the God of Light frown slightly. He obviously did not expect his brother to appear at this time.

Xila looked at the legendary dark god curiously, his eyes showing both vigilance and inquiry.

small theater

God of Light: My first son! (with arms akimbo)

Other angels: Get out! (Screaming and throwing away)

Xila: ... (with a stern face)