Old Joey's smile suddenly solidified on his face.

Instead of answering this question, he slowly raised his head and stared at him with a angel's gaze that he could not understand for the time being.

The Angel saw that Old Joey didn't speak, and thought he was thinking about it too.

"Well...this is indeed a problem." Angel smiled and said, "It will be very oily when braised. It will be very troublesome to roast directly, but it should taste better."

"..." Old Joey was still silent.

"So, I think you look like you should be a butcher." He pointed to the knife on Old Joey's waist and said, "Then you slaughter me this pig first, and then stretch your neck over. You should thank this pig. If it weren't for its cuteness, you should have died now... Hurry up and start, why are you still standing there?"

The angel said a little unhappy when he saw the dull look of old Joey.

"Braised? Or roasted directly?" Suddenly, Old Joey repeated the question.

The angel was finally angry: "This is not the issue you have to consider. Do what you should do, you stupid human-faced pig!" He shouted in a louder voice.

However, he suddenly realized that the butcher seemed not to be talking to him... because, he saw the fat man slightly attached himself and let his ears approach the pig.

"He...is he asking about the pig?" This ridiculous idea appeared in the angel's head.

Then, "Hmph~humph~"

The pig actually hummed twice.

The angel was stunned. He actually saw a man discussing with a pig how to cook braised or charcoal grilled?

Then...who is the one to cook?

He couldn't figure it out, but he soon knew the answer, because he saw the tall and fat man in front of him straightening his waist and looking at him.

"You're too thin, not a good feed."

"???" The angel was a little confused.

"Peggo doesn't like you, but it's better to chop it up."

"???" The angel listened to this passage and said it was relaxed, as if he was telling him a trivial matter.

However, the angel inexplicably felt that he was sweating.

He saw Old Joey take out the butcher knife at his waist, then naturally walked forward a few steps and came to him.

The angel is still in an inexplicable state. From birth to this moment, he feels ubiquitous respect in heaven. The wings behind him bring him an incomparable glory. This glory allows him to enjoy the bowing and serving others with peace of mind. No one can resist himself, food, respect, and even the lives of his people. He can get it as long as he stretches out his hand.

This is the truth, just like the sun, the warm wind, the sea of ​​blood, the temple of the Forgotten, it is part of heaven.

So he never experienced what it is to be ‘rejected’, and he had never experienced fear.

But at this moment, a feeling that he couldn't explain was overflowing from his heart to the surface of his skin, making his sweat hair stand upright and wet with sweat. His expression did not change at all, but his lower body urinated unconsciously.

"What's wrong with me?" he was thinking: "What's this butcher going to do?"

Just as he thought of this, he felt his neck being pinched, and then he was pulled into the air, gaze at the butcher's level.

"Click--"

One sound!

The angel turned his head with difficulty, and then he actually saw a knife stuck on his shoulder. The knife penetrated deeply into his shoulder, and his collarbone had almost slashed into his chest!!!

"Ah! Ahhhh!!!"

Now, the angel finally realized something. He opened his mouth in horror and shouted unskilledly, "Ahhhhhh--" and let out a scream like a pig.

"Don't move, you will chop it up." Old Joey said lightly, then shook his wrist and pulled out the butcher knife, and then another "click".

The sun was still as dazzling as usual, and a little bit of bloody wind drifted over the sea of ​​blood in the distance.

"Click...Click..."

The harsh sound was repeated, and the angel's screams went from strangers to proficients to hoarseness in a short period of time... but in the end they all returned to silence.

Old Joey half-squatted on the ground, slashing one after another. He has done this kind of work countless times, so he is very skilled. The angel's arms, then the leg bone, breaks the sternum, and then chops the body open, and finally the head.

He didn't know when this guy stopped screaming, and of course, he didn't care.

About 5 minutes later, the angel had become a pile of minced meat in the true sense. Pegg came up, smelled it, and then sneeze, and was a little dissatisfied with his lips.

"I'm a little thin..." Old Joey muttered, and casually shook the blood on the knife, and then left the waist.

I chopped up another person, which was very relaxed and ordinary, and I guess I would forget about the usual things I would eat for a meal.

However, this scene seemed to the pig-headed men next to the carriage... like an evil ghost.

That man killed an angel.

He chopped the angel with a knife! It was like chopping a pig!!

......

No one can understand the mood of these pig-headed people at this moment, even they can't.

They are the most pious people. Only in this way can they stay by the angels and serve them. Although they are very tired, and every time they receive offerings, they will have companions exhausted and die halfway through the way, but this is honor, and all the people in heaven should be proud of it.

But now my master is dead!

A butcher chopped it into minced meat, and even hummed a small song when he chopped it!

So, what should I do now?

Do you want to shout?

Or crying??

"Woooooooooooo----"

Yes, I should cry!

"Ahhhhhhh————”

After the first pighead man made a sound, all the pighead man seemed to understand what to do, so for a moment, screamed and cried all over the city.

Old Joey frowned. He didn't know why these people were crying.

He walked over and scratched his head: "Uh... I don't know what you are calling here, but you are free!"

He said.

In an instant, all the crying stopped, and the pig-headed people seemed a little confused, and they looked at each other.

"free?"

Finally, a pig-headed man looked at Old Joey for no reason and repeated the word.

Old Joey nodded: "Yes, free..."

"Why do you need freedom?"

Old Joey scratched his head: "This...I don't know, but...you can't just kneel here like that."

(Ahhhh, I can't write it out!! I don't have enough brains!)

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Chapter completed!