I'm Old Joey.

The word Joey is neither a surname nor a name, it is just a synonym. Of course, when you call Joey, I will not agree. You have to call me "Old Joey".

As for how this title comes from, it was given to me by a guy named Ziliang.

I also asked at that time, "Only [Joey]? Do I have no last name?"

Ziliang said at the time that a name is just a code name, and its only function is to distinguish the difference in name between people, so you are old Joey and you don’t need a name.

Listen to what you say, at all levels, I felt that what Ziliang said always contained a philosophical flavor.

However, afterwards, Pegg once discussed this issue with me. He felt that the name was because Ziliang was lazy.

emmm I think what Pegg said makes sense.

But it's easy. I've been to thousands of worlds, and each world has its own principles. If I care about the "reason" everywhere, how tired would that person be to live.

Oh, you can't let the [Craftsman] hear this, otherwise this guy will have to nag me all day.

So, I never think about the reasons and answers, so I just leave these things to Ziliang. I just want to feed the pigs and sleep happily. This is my ideal sound.

But unfortunately, reality and ideals are always the opposite. This is what Ziliang said.

Anyway, now I have fallen into a world that is exactly the opposite of my ideals.

This world is called 'Paradise'.

A bird does not shit, and sleeps against the sun every day. If it doesn’t work, it will be a rotten world where there is no food.

Not only that, people in this world don’t seem to be very smart. For example, within just a few minutes, I witnessed my village chief being easily stabbed to death, and then a group of villagers actually ran away with gratitude.

This kind of development made me feel a little unresponsive, so the situation is me now, and my dear Pegg, who stood there stupidly, facing this person called "angel".

Well, now, I finally have the chance to observe this guy carefully!

First, he was standing, secondly, he was wearing clothes, um, his eyes were not sticking out, so this was a human face.

Yes, as Mia said

At the same time, the angel was also looking at Old Joey in confusion.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

"Hohaha, please allow me to ask, why didn't you run away?" The angel asked in a very polite manner: "Are you saying that you are going to bear the sin for your villagers, a human-faced pig?"

"Human-faced pig?" Old Joey was stunned.

"Yes, a human-faced pig." The angel said, "In heaven, angels are humans and people are pigs. This has been like this throughout the ages, but there are some exceptions, such as you, you are a genuine heavenly people, but you have a human face. This is undoubtedly a blessing for you. Of course, this is just an external luck, because you will never be an angel."

"Why?"

"Ah? Hahaha? Why?" The angel was asked and laughed: "Do you have no common sense? Wings! You don't even have wings, how could you be an angel?"

As he said that, the angel seemed to be extremely showing off, gently unbuttoned the buttons on his collar, and then took off his white robe.

At this moment, Old Joey was even more stunned. He didn't expect that this guy was wearing nothing inside.

Then, the guy turned around

Old Joey frowned.

Because he saw that there were a pair of wings embedded on the guy's back.

The pair of wings has white feathers, but it is too small to reach the edge of the back, so if you don't turn around, you won't be able to see from the front.

Moreover, the wings where the muscles on the back were connected and their disgusting, the flesh and flesh there was already blurry, and the hideous flesh was piled up like vines, as if someone had forced the wings into the man's back, and then they were sold together with a soldering iron. Anyway, Old Joey would never use such meat as feed to Pegg.

And just as the man took off his robe, the pig-headed servants behind him all fell to the ground, not even caring about the food bags on his back.

They pressed their heads very low one by one, as if they wanted to insert their noses into the mud.

The angel smiled and slowly turned around.

"Ha, see it, this is the symbol of an angel, and its white wings represent holiness. Huh? Why don't you kneel down?"

"Kneel down?" Old Joey wondered, "Why do you have to kneel down? Isn't that just a pair of duck wings?"

"Duck? What are you talking about? I have never heard the word "duck." The angel frowned and muttered, "But it doesn't matter. Since you haven't run away, then use your life to show your piety."

As he said that, the angel waved to Old Joey and signaled him to come over.

"Uh, are you going to kill me?" Old Joey hesitated and asked.

"Of course, so come here quickly and don't let me wait. Oh, by the way, you'd better bend down again because I want to cut your throat, pay attention to the angle, and don't let your blood splatter on me."

The angel said lightly, as if he had waved like this, someone would come over and let him slaughter.

Old Joey found it a bit ridiculous, because even when he was chopping feed before, the feed would fight to the death. How could he take the initiative to go up and die?

However, seeing the appearance of the servants around him kneeling on the ground and motionless, Old Joey suddenly stopped smiling

An absurd and desperate atmosphere made Old Joey unconsciously unable to laugh. He felt that the pig-headed people in front of him were like domesticated livestock, lying in the trough and being slaughtered.

At this moment, the angel finally became impatient and shook the dagger in his hand.

"Come here quickly, pick up my robe, put it on, and then stretch your neck over, don't waste my time." He murmured, and then, suddenly, he seemed to have noticed Pegg beside Old Joey.

"Hey? Wait, this pig looks cute."

When Old Joey heard this, he seemed to have regained some thoughts.

"Oh, hehe." He smiled honestly: "Indeed, Pegg is very cute."
Chapter completed!