the end of the heavens

The truth is almost the same. God looked at the future. At first he rubbed Russell on the ground, and then Russell rubbed him on the ground.

After the fight, Russell recreated the universe and put the timeline back in place.

In other words, before and after the beating, the process of the world remained the same, the only difference being that he was beaten.

If that's the case, it's fine if we don't meet each other.

Hell Satan's palace.

Russell was sitting in the garden with a teacup in his hand, surrounded by lush spring flowers, and not far away was a pink palace, which looked like a fairy residence in a fairy tale world.

He was speechless for a while again, he really hammered that the God of this world is not very serious, otherwise Satan would not go astray into this style of painting.

"Lord of the Dark Dimension, do you have any dissatisfaction with my girlish heart?"

Satan changed into a ski suit, covered his whole body tightly, and wore a pair of oversized goggles.

"Is it necessary to cover it so tightly?"

Russell felt deeply uncomfortable, and Satan on the opposite side seemed to be doubting his character, as if he would do something to him if he wore less.

Satan said truthfully: "No way, the boss doesn't want to come forward, which means that I can't beat you. If you have any ideas and put them into action, where am I going to cry?"

"You think too much. I just say it fiercely, but I'm actually more pure than anyone else. If you don't believe me, try it."

"Try what, try to seduce you?"

Satan rolled his eyes: "You are the one who thinks too much, I am a conservative woman, I want to have fun and go somewhere else."

"Conservative! Just you?"

Russell almost spat out the black tea, and squinted at Satan: "I remember when someone first appeared on the stage, he was basically wearing nothing, and he was still taking a milk bath at my house."

"That's for work. If I wear a ski suit, who will believe that I'm a devil? How can I tempt people to sign a contract?"

"It makes sense!"

Russell shook his head, took a sip of the black tea in his cup, and said without giving up: "Why don't we get along first, and then separate if it doesn't fit. Believe me, I have a lot of shining points."

"hehe"

Satan laughed disdainfully: "How long is this inappropriate for you, one night or two nights?"

Russell pondered for a while, and said sincerely: "Be confident, with your conditions, it will take a week anyway."

Click!

Satan directly crushed the cup in his hand, and said angrily: "Drink your tea quickly, get out after drinking, and never see you again."

"Oh, you invited me to drink tea, I thought"

"Don't get me wrong, it's just work and entertainment!"

"OK!"

Russell confirmed several times that this is a principled Satan. He did not leave his mind, entered the working state, and moved out a thick stack of contracts: "Ms. Satan, I want to sign a contract with you."

"You're boring, you know that?"

Satan raised his hand and knocked on the contract: "Since you can find out the exemption clause, you should also know that this contract is a test to test human nature. People who are addicted to desire and fall, their souls will go to hell to suffer .”

"I know, but I want wishes."

"It's useless. The seven wishes seem to be many, and they are all illusory illusions. No matter how you wish, the wish will run counter to your thoughts. To put it bluntly, it is a lie."

Satan glanced at Russell and continued, "Besides, with your ability, you can realize your wish by yourself, so why bother to look far away?"

Russell sighed and sighed: "It is true to say so, but I just want to make a wish. I am ashamed to say that I have grown up so much, and I have always relied on myself. I am looking forward to the wish of getting something for nothing."

"Then you can't even look for me. My profession is a devil, and every dream that is fulfilled by me has a price."

"About this, I have never quite understood"

Russell wondered: "Since you are omnipotent and can realize any wish, why did you run away as soon as you met me? Unfortunately, I thought you were a difficult opponent."

"It's my duty to test people's hearts. Omnipotence is just a kind of authority. It doesn't mean I'm good at fighting, understand?"

"not understand!"

Russell raised his finger and pointed to the contract: "I only know that you provide door-to-door service, but you didn't grant a single wish. Today I'm going to leave my words here, and if I don't bring out something practical, I'm going to go crazy."

Chapter 983 There is no free lunch in the world

In the apartment!

Russell was leaning on the window sill with a glass of ice water, and more than a dozen home improvement workers in the house were busy working. They packed and removed all the furniture and household garbage in the house at an extremely fast speed.

This efficiency alone can guarantee this company a place in New York.

After the house was emptied, the home improvement personnel re-drained the drainage and electrical lines, installed lamps, laid wallpaper and carpets, and finally moved the last piece of furniture and electrical appliances into the house.

Even the shoe cabinet and wardrobe are full of clothes, shoes and hats that have not been torn off the labels. All kinds of daily necessities are readily available, and even the air purifier is not left behind.

No need to carry a bag, just move in, perfect!

Ms. Satan is wearing a small black and white workplace suit, with black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, long fiery red hair tied in a single ponytail, her temperament is elegant, and her curves can be seen at a glance.

Holding the kanban report in her hand, she sketched and compared it with the furniture in the house, and handed it to Russell after confirming that it was correct.

"Your wish has been fulfilled, just sign here and it's ok."

Russell's wish was for a new home, and as it stood, a new look indeed.

He took the report, confirmed that it was not a contract for buying and selling souls, and signed Darkseid's name casually, and touched Satan's slender hand when handing back the report.

"Miss Satan, don't you think there is still a lack of a mistress at home?"

"That person is definitely not me!"

Satan pulled out his hand forcefully, handed the report to the home improvement worker next to him, and rolled his eyes beautifully: "Mr. Russell, if you want to talk about marriage, we can get along. It’s good to dispel this idea.”

"no problem!"

Russell nodded in agreement. Many couples found out that they were not suitable for each other on the way to discuss marriage, and finally broke up sadly.

"hehe"

Satan didn't speak, and rolled his eyes to let Russell realize for himself: "Your wish has been fulfilled, I still say the same thing, there is no free lunch in the world, even if there is everything in the dream, you have to dream first."