The game character has become my vest

After leaving from Heloise, Mian was actually hesitating how to tell Chebman about this.

It is impossible not to say anything at all. As for how to say it, how to communicate?

— that is an art.

What Mian needs to do is to stabilize Chebman and continue to be on the side of the demons, instead of messing around to make trouble.

If he didn't have that contract with Chabman, he wouldn't even need to tell anyone, he could just pat his ass and walk away.But he has benefited too much from Chebman, and if he doesn't appease him in advance, if he really uses some props in the warehouse to pretend to be a human race and go to him, it will be Tang En who will be in trouble.

Although these are conjectures, they are all reasonable imaginations based on the phenomena Chebman showed.

Actually—it might be a good idea to have a frank talk with Chebman.

Of course, it's not about Mian's going to follow the Celestial Clan, but... about Mian's ultimate goal, his own Chebman's ultimate goal.

Chebman liked Twain, but not in the way normal people understand.

At least not the love of love.

Mian is sure of that.

His liking for Twain is just like Twain's liking for him when he first met Augus... simply wanting to take it for himself.

It's like a child who sees a nice toy and wants to buy it back.

It's just that Chebman is not a child, he is a demon.Tang En is not a toy, but a creature with self-awareness.

Once this idea that the current problem can be solved through conversation appeared in Mian's mind, it was difficult to dissipate.He pressed his heart, as if he could feel another existence.

That existence is very playful, and I feel that Mian's idea is also a way.

Because Chebman showed——at least what Mian understands so far is only a part of him, and he doesn't know anything more about it.

If he wants to destroy Mian's plan and his subsequent itinerary, there is no way for Mian to stop it.

Because he probably has that ability.

After all, the devil who can associate with Admiral Heloise on an equal footing is probably not a nameless junior.

This point, his full treasure has already explained to Mian.

The silver-haired demon sighed silently, and after a short thought, he found the target person.

And Chebman was standing a little bored, unaware of these things, playing with a paper crane in his hand.It's just that this origami crane was not made of letter paper.

It was just a very ordinary piece of paper, which was folded into the shape of a paper crane with his hands.

He looked at the paper crane with eyes as warm as water, as if he was looking at a budding flower, and he was the gardener guarding the flower that was about to bloom, caring for it carefully, waiting for the moment when it matured.

But such a tender and affectionate appearance can only fool people who only have a superficial understanding of him.Such a picture, for Kleman who is well versed in his nature, just makes Kleman guess whether he is thinking about something unspeakable again.

It's just that Chebman, who has maintained this appearance for a long time, noticed that Tang En, his "master" was approaching, the tenderness in those eyes slowly melted away, revealing the obsession in his eyes, and flickering again. A sort of ambiguous desire.

He said with a smile that Yan Yan raised his feet and walked towards Mian before Mian approached him. The silver-haired devil handed it over: "I was sending you a letter, did you see the letter and came to me?"

The silver-haired demon blinked, and cast his eyes on the contribution merchant not far behind Chebman. With subtle movements, strands of that soft silver hair slipped over his shoulders, fell on his chest, and twisted out. Varying arcs.

Mian, who looked a bit dazed, frowned slightly, and replied in a slightly cold voice: "I haven't seen the letter you mentioned."

Hearing this, Chebman raised his eyebrows, stared at the devil in front of him with dark eyes, and looked at him pitifully on purpose, "Ah...then it must have been delivered to the place where you were before. It's a pity that this letter I have thought about it for a long time, and the one I sent out is also the one I am most satisfied with."

Mian was silent for a few seconds, and in this short silence, Chebman just looked at him quietly with a smile on his face.

Mian knew that his attitude towards other demons, such as Heloise or Kleman, could be much better. The dissolute look of refusal.

But against Chebman, Mian will restrain himself.

Given the wrong information, Chebman is likely less than happy to let their relationship stay within the same scope.

It's just that at the moment, Mian still has incidents that make him shudder.

After hesitating for a while, he took the ordinary paper crane from Chebman's hand. After all, he endured the fluster and asked casually, "What did you write in your letter?"

"Hmm~" Chebman watched the paper crane pass from his hand to Mian's, the smile on his face widened, "You want to know?"

And his question only got a fluttering glance from the silver-haired demon while he was playing with the paper crane. When he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, he looked lazy and casual, but when he raised his eyes and smiled slightly, he seemed to see through the sharpness of all his thoughts.

It was so short that Chebman even thought that such a glance was just his hallucination, but if it was a hallucination, Chebman thought he could indulge in it over and over again.

Chebman, who didn't get a definite answer, showed a misty smile, and didn't think about it, and didn't go around with Mian again.He just took another small step forward, and narrowed the distance between him and Mian, and then looked at him affectionately, and said in a lingering tone: "I write that I miss your silver hair, it is in the dream I write that I miss your eyes, which are full of moisture in my dream, I write that I miss your thin lips, which express my love in my dream, I write that I miss your body, because it is in my dream It's hot and crimson..."

The devil's whispers are full of hot and humid breath, and the words express their needs frankly and affectionately.

And the reality seems to be like the language with magic power, let the crimson slowly extend from the fingertips.

The faint blush against the restrained and shy expression of the flawless silver-haired demon really made the demon -- unable not to be tempted.

Even though they are both demons, they are easily bewitched by the same race.

But no demon is willing to wake up from such an abyss at this moment.

"You can shut up."

But the strict refusal did not make the demon learn to restrain himself.

Because from the reaction of the demon in front of him, he knew some aspects that he had never been involved in.And, he wanted more, more, different performances.

"I will bury your sunken neck, bite your white skin, lick the sweat on your skin, make you cry, make you bite your lip, make your eyes red, powerless, let you be at my mercy , let you be by my side...uh—"

Chebman's feet were soft, and his knees were firm and he knelt on the road with sharp stones.

Mian withdrew his intention to operate on the Chebman panel, lowered his eyes to look at the demon kneeling in front of him on one knee.

Keleman, who hadn't approached from a distance, but heard all the conversations in his ears, was startled, and looked around hesitantly... wondering if any other demons had noticed this scene.

The result made him feel as expected, as long as anyone noticed Tang En's demon nearby, they would have unconsciously slowed down their steps, and stood there listening without moving at all.

Not only did they listen, but they also slowly approached Tang En one by one to see Tang En's expression... Some even didn't mind being outside, and they had already started staring at Tang En, fantasizing about solving their own problems.

And Chebman, who caused all this, smiled lightly, then raised his hand, and dealt with the demon who was disrespectful to Tang En.

Even when he was doing these things, he was still kneeling, and he was still enduring the pain.

Mian noticed all of this, but he couldn't easily end the life of a demon like Chebman.

Chebman's strength is far above him, but after he was punished by Mian, he didn't have the slightest mood to resist.Cold sweat oozes from the corner of his forehead due to the pain, and his lips are pale, but he still shows a gentle smile, which is completely different from the frenzy when he spoke just now.

He solved the demon, and the other demons did not dare to act rashly.

However, the source of all this has lowered its body, almost to the point where it is covered with mud and stones.He lowered his body and rubbed towards Mian with his knee that was still able to move.

The thick and sharp pebbles scratched the cloth around his knees, but they still couldn't stop him approaching Mian.

And when the distance reached a certain limit, he gently rubbed his cheek against Mian's trousers through his trouser legs, and said with a smile: "I know I was wrong, master, please forgive me." He Raise the head, because the body is still pressed down very low, such a movement seems extremely uncomfortable.But he was still trying hard to see Mian's face clearly.

He pretended to be weak and flattered: "You can treat me whatever you want."

Mian has never, never dealt with a person with such a character.

When it comes to the match, there is no experience to solve it.

But he really couldn't turn a blind eye to such a Chebman.

Both irritable and embarrassing.

But he also knew that such behavior could not be allowed.

Because that would cause Chebman - or other demons to learn to do it, and even push it.

So even though Chebman seemed to have admitted his mistake, even if he himself lowered his head, even if he looked at him pitifully.

Mian couldn't hide his anger and dissatisfaction at being crossed by Chebman.

The tyrannical factor in my heart seemed to be clamoring at this moment.

But moral ethics still bound him.

Chebman couldn't have been closer to him.

He raised his foot and stepped hard on Chebman's shoulder——

Chebman took advantage of the situation and buried his face on the ground, but still touched the dirt with his mouth.

The strength came and went for a short time.

Chebman weakly coughed twice, and spit out the dregs in his mouth.

"Come with me, I have something to see you."

So, after Mian turned around, Chebman, like a dead tree in spring, showed a smile, put his hands on the ground, and limped along.