"It's impossible that there are no other problems. Is it that the Holy Light makes Xingyan feel uncomfortable?"
Ilmi's eyes looked a little dull, but his reaction was not slow.
It is absolutely impossible for their children to neglect their own safety and the growth of their strength just because they hate the Holy Light.
"He originally said that the angel's holy light caused him pain in the eyes."
Seeing the sudden weirdness in the atmosphere, Satan gave them a sudden reminder, allowing them to continue their conversation and speculation.
"Eyes... the power of his eyes is the Sharingan from the ninja world..."
Aizen thought about it carefully and concluded that there was indeed no connection between the Sharingan and the Holy Light, let alone any contradiction between them.
Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Izuna both had Sharingan, and they did not feel any discomfort when they saw the two archangels.
Even though there was nothing unusual, he still felt that the reason why he was unwilling to go to the heaven was Xingyan's own idea.
As for why Xing Yan didn't want to go to the heaven of that world and didn't want to see that god...
...
...
Lucifer didn't tell the truth!
"There's nothing wrong with this kid's eyes, and there's no conflict with the Holy Light. You have to find another reason why he didn't go to heaven."
Satan adjusted the position of his arms to loosen the bath towel wrapped around the child a little, so that the little cub would not feel uncomfortable after falling asleep due to being entangled.
As for the topics of these people, he once again blocked out the useless information and watched the show quietly again.
As for why Xing Yan didn't go to see that guy, he actually knew the reason, but he didn't say it, so let them guess!
Moreover, whether to go to heaven or not depends on the little cub's mood. Although he also looks forward to going, he will not raise any opinions at this time.
"Just ask him directly. Xingyan won't hide it. Why do you have to guess..."
Hisoka couldn't guess, and was also worried that something might happen to Xingyan.
Although their son is different from others in many ways and can be a little mysterious at times, he never hides anything when his family members are curious.
Even if it cannot be said, he would say that this matter cannot be said, and there is no need to guess like now.
With this time for guessing, the answer may have been solved by the time it is found out.
"How do you usually get along with each other? You ask everything and let your son answer when you want to know?"
Lucifer looked at Hisoka with strange eyes. He was very doubtful whether this guy raised a son or was raised by his son.
It’s no wonder that Xi Suo wants to find another father for his son. If he were alone, it would be a question whether his son could grow up healthily.
"That's right. If he likes something, just ask him directly. If he doesn't like something, he will tell you directly. Why do you have to guess? Can you guess it?"
Hisoka just felt that there was something wrong with these two guys' brains.
The strength is quite strong, but the brain circuit...
It’s too tiring!
"Well, just ask directly, no need to guess."
Ilmi nodded.
In their family, it is their son who comes up with all kinds of ideas, what he wants and what he needs, and as fathers they just do their best to meet them.
"You are so simple..."
Aizen looked at his son sleeping in Satan's arms, and suddenly understood why Hisoka was in a completely different state from them.
With two such fathers, Xingyan had a really hard time in that world.
“It was a simple matter...”
Hisoka snorted unhappily and sat next to Illumi. He was too lazy to pay attention to those two stupid guys.
So what if he is strong? He thinks he is the right person for everything. He knows the answer if you just ask him, but he has to make it so mysterious.
"I'll take him back to rest first. He should be able to wake up tomorrow. You two can discuss whether you should ask him or continue to guess."
Satan glanced at Hisoka. With this guy disrupting the rhythm, there was no point in watching the fun.
As expected, this guy wasn’t very strong, but his condition showed that he was obviously spoiled by the cub, and he was the type that didn’t want to put in any effort at all.
Regardless of whether there is anything to play with or not, he will not disturb it for now. It is rare that the little cub is so well-behaved, and it feels really good to hold it in his arms.
When Xingyan woke up, he felt that he had slept very comfortably. When he stretched, he suddenly froze.
The guy next to him is not his father, nor is he his big leopard, but Satan!
"What's wrong? It's not the first time you've been brought back by me. Are you scared already?"
Satan smiled even more happily as he looked at the little cub who suddenly stopped stretching.
He knew that children were always rare and cute when they woke up!
"You carried me back and I came to sleep here?"
Xing Yan thought about it and realized that he was indeed at home when he fell asleep.
But this place is obviously in the style of Satan's palace, but the world has not changed. It is the devil's palace on the top of the mountain.
"Well, seeing that you were sleeping soundly, and your fathers couldn't come to a conclusion, I brought you back. How about it, did you feel that you slept well? It turns out that you are more suitable for the devil's aura."
Satan reached out and smoothed the child's hair, then smiled at the child's glaring expression.
It's so cute, but it's a pity that I can't raise my son, so I can only continue to watch the show.
"Why don't they ask me directly? If they ask me, I will tell them. If they don't ask me, I don't know how to ask them proactively..."
Xingyan sighed, tilted his head and pulled the blanket over him.
This blanket is quite soft, made of feathers...
"Stop rubbing..."
Satan saw his wings being used as a blanket in the child's arms, with the little face rubbing against them again and again. He instantly had a bad feeling.
This brat, is he trying to find a devil to pluck his feathers and make a blanket?
I'm going to pull out the angels' ones too, because they are warm. The demons' ones are cooler and not suitable for making blankets!
"Soft, Satan, how could you be willing to use your wings to make a quilt for me? You are so generous, do you have any purpose?"
Xingyan narrowed his eyes, holding on to the soft wings tightly, and at the same time complained that Satan was in a bad condition.
It's not like he hadn't touched this huge black wing before. When he was fighting the devil in hell, this guy's wings had directly cut off his arm.
It’s really strange that it’s in such a soft state now!
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