Belial's worldview

I don't know how careless it was, but a kid sneaked in at the banquet.

She was dressed in tatters, and her appearance was not perfect.In short, for Mammon, who likes gem wealth, the existence of that thing is really an eyesore.

That guy squinted his eyes halfway, and most of his face was blocked by bangs in front of his forehead.He dangled around with the wine glass but he didn't feel inferior, instead he walked very steadily, walking with aristocratic arrogance, which made people feel disgusted when they saw it, and even wanted to beat him up.

Mammon suppressed her tantrum and wanted to see what the little thing wanted to do.The little guy on the opposite side put the wine glass on the table beside him, and the little guy said coldly: "Please don't look at me like trash."

Mammon smiled playfully, took a sip of the wine, and stared at the little thing in front of her: "Is it worthy of me to look at you like a jewel?"

Indeed, if you have no value in the eyes of mammon, then you are no different from trash.Fiery red hair coiled around his fingertips, and the little guy seemed very angry.Looking at the trembling body full of anger, and biting his lips with gnashed teeth, this little guy is really angry, and he is still angry with the prince of Satan in the devil world.

The little guy seemed to be trembling for a while, then calmed down, his lips parted slightly, he smiled faintly, and his half-squinted eyes opened a lot, and the words lingered in his ears: "I'm still worthy." You should look at me like a jewel."

Mammon probably didn't know how to describe what it felt like.My father likes Michael in heaven, so he was born with red hair.He loves red, ruby, onyx, and Michael's red eyes.

The kid's eyes turned out to be red, clear and bright, no matter how many flaws there were on the outside, they were like rough stones mixed with the purest and perfect gems.Mammon has seen Michael's eyes before, but there is no other pair of eyes in the world that can reproduce them.

My father's favorite flower is the bright red manjusawa, but it takes 1000 years for the flower to bloom and fall.The only few times I saw him very diligently were the few times when the little guy was seriously injured.

It was also the first time that the little guy was injured in the competition, and Manzhu Shahua, who made the field full, his father admitted this son.The little guy became his own brother.

Now this little guy disappeared for a while, and appeared behind him again.

Manjusawa grew continuously on the ground, and each plant was the illusion of little Lier's blood.So much, how much blood has to be lost?

Mamen turned around in astonishment, and looked at the young man in front of him, who looked familiar and looked familiar.Beryl is also gentle and kind.Falling into his arms, he finally pulled out a bit of strength and said, "Don't tell my sister."

The little highness came back by himself?

Mamen watched her younger brother walking towards the manjusawa blooming on the side of the road.Frowning, looking at the person in his arms, he flapped his wings and flew to Pandayaninan's palace.All the way in a hurry, he summoned an alchemist to treat him.

Probably dressed in black and silk fabrics.When Mammon put him on the bed, she looked down at her clothes, her whole body was stained with blood, even her hands were covered with his blood.

So how did he persist in coming back?

The veins on Mamen's forehead popped out, and he wiped some blood from his palm with a handkerchief, pointing at the subordinates serving on both sides, he said, "Give him to me!"

"Yes!"

But after all, it's His Royal Highness, no matter how you don't entertain me.The subordinates also carefully removed the blood stains for him.

Wen Shan's arm was bruised and purple, his chest was already black, two ribs seemed to be broken, and the single wing on his back was crumbling.The pharmacist gave him a whole-body examination. When he turned over, his hands trembled, and his voice trembled even more: "Perhaps the ribs were broken and he was not treated in time. Due to the violent impact, the wings of the little highness are only connected by bones, I am afraid that forcibly recovering will cause inflammation and the back will rot. Amputation is the best way."

"Broken Wing!" Mamen pulled the alchemist's collar and said angrily, "Don't you know how important the wings of a fallen angel are?"

"But your highness's single wing can't fly, and it doesn't matter if you cut it off. What's more, your highness has always learned magic well, and you can fly by magic." Alchemists have always been special existences in the devil world. Compared with those witch doctors , Alchemists are more reliable.

Hearing Broken Wing, Wen Shan, who was stupefied by the wound, woke up instantly, stared at Mamen with his big eyes, and said eagerly: "I think it can be saved!"

"Your Highness is still supporting me!" The alchemist said with a straight face, "Your Highness's body is already incomplete. The best way to keep it as complete as possible is to have broken wings!"

Looking at the stern face of the pharmacist, Mamen probably knew that he really couldn't veto the pharmacist's judgment on this aspect.After all, that's what people do professionally!

But Wen Shanben only has one wing left.

Wen Shan bit his lips and cried, "I've already lost five wings, and this is the only one left! Some... is better than nothing."

Mamen walked up to his side, patted his head and said softly, "Good boy, survival is the most important thing. I'll get someone to get the knife, just make you feel more decisive."

Hard breaking is really a heart-piercing pain, but it hurts once cut with a knife.But the wings are gone, the pain is nothing!Wen Shan blinked his eyes, brewed in his throat, and looked at his brother.

Probably acting like a baby like never before, "Brother~"

A harsh and soft, rough and delicate address like a baby, hit Mamen's darling.It made his whole body tremble, he squeezed his fist, smashed the head of the bed and said: "Alchemy refiner, if I can't think of a way to heal the wound without cutting off the wings, I will cut you off!"

Wen Shan compared two fingers in his heart, and secretly rejoiced: You succeeded in acting like a baby, Oye!

Mamen's heart: Damn, when did this kid learn to act like a baby!Very useful!

Alchemist: "Your Highness, I can't do it!"

"There is a recipe on page 210 in the secret book of refining medicine "Lieer Pharmacist's Classics", you can check it!" Wen Shan said while hugging his precious wings, and looked at his brother eagerly, with an aggrieved expression.Mammon couldn't help feeling distressed while watching.

It was the first time for the alchemist to hear a book with this name, and he wiped off the cold sweat on his brow and asked, "Your Highness Belial, this book doesn't seem to exist in the Demon Realm."

"How come, I saw it in my brother's study!" Wen Shan yelled.Mamen next to him coughed a few times and tried to stop it, but he had already spoken.

Mamen, "I got it back in the heaven by accident. It's the alchemy book of the heaven—"

"Books from the heavens? You don't know how to make medicine, so why use other people's books?"

"Shut up! It's not the book I brought back for you!"

"Is that so, how about copying the method on that page and giving it to Lord Yas? I still want to be rescued!"

"Don't worry. It's the first time I've seen such a strong desire to survive in you," Mammon bowed her head and kissed her younger brother's forehead as a sign of comfort.

With such a light kiss, Mammon was punched, and his eyes were circled black.This kid is so badly injured, yet so strong!You should be on guard.Mamen resisted the pain, and stared at the expressionless Wen Shan who clenched her fists, "Stingy! Sooner or later, I will go to grandma's house!"

"If you want to eat tofu while I'm hurt, there's no way!" After Wen Shan finished speaking, she pulled the quilt and closed her eyes.Out of sight out of mind.

Mamen stood by the bed and gritted her teeth angrily. This kid really can't live without paying his debts!

The author has something to say: Well, it was very boring, so I got up and updated it.

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No one has commented recently, and I don't know where my article is not well written.

Although there is no habit of changing the text.

But I will pay attention to writing later.