Chapitre 283: Old Faces

Dark grey clouds filled the morning sky above as droplets of revitalizing rain struck the earth with no end in sight.

Malachi savored the scent of wild grass and moist air; allowing it to fill his lungs until they were about to burst open.

"The hells wrong with this guy…?"

"Wipe that dumb look off your face you creep."

Malachi's good mood deflated as he he remembered that he was not alone in this tranquil setting.

Apophis and Belloc were unfortunately standing right behind him; albeit missing their horns and reptilian eyes.

"Damn, a brother can't just enjoy the weather?" Mal shook his head.

Belloc: "You look like a missionary who's been wandering the desert for 60 days and nights and just got your first sight of water."

Apophis: "Take a picture man, I promise it'll last longer."

Malachi felt the veins in his forehead almost pop out.