The Little Reporter from the Underworld and the Demon King

He opened the door impatiently, but unexpectedly it was Wu Ze who came, Timo raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then raised the corners of his mouth playfully: "Little reporter, I thought that from now on you would take a detour when you see me. He glanced at it, but didn't see Duo Ling, "Why are you the only demon this time, and where's your idiot camera follower?"

"Duo Ling is not an idiot." Wu Ze looked at him firmly.

Timo remembered what Duo Ling said to him before he left, and snorted softly from his nose.

Wu Ze explained: "Today I asked for leave to come to you, so we met in private."

Timo laughed loudly: "Little reporter, are you overwhelmed by my handsomeness, are you going to abandon your demon king for me?"

At the corner outside the wall, the brows on the originally expressionless face were slightly frowned.

Wu Ze ignored his teasing, pursed his lips, raised his eyes and said seriously: "I came to you today... I hope you will show me the malice in this world. Would you like it, respected Demon King Moti?"

The last four words made Timo squint his eyes, and looked up and down the soft-horned monster in front of him, as if he wanted to find out what he was paying attention to.However, he could only see the scene of another S demon in that piece of white light, but he couldn't see what was going on in that serious and innocent head like a porcelain doll. After a while, he smiled helplessly as if he had given up. : "Little reporter, more than one demon must have said that you are very interesting, right?"

Wu Ze scratched his head, as if no demon had ever said that to him.

Timo asked: "Since you already know my identity, why do you dare to approach me? Are you not afraid of what I will do to you?" To be honest, he is very interested in letting the pure white heart see the indifference and cruelty of the world. I'm interested, but I didn't expect that Wu Ze would take the initiative to deliver it to my door.He narrowed his eyes dangerously and leaned forward.

However, a sudden sense of oppression caused him to instantly widen his eyes and take a sharp breath.Every cell from the soles of his feet to the top of his head had a feeling of being bound, and that force made his scalp numb and a little breathless.

He stared at Wu Ze vigilantly, trying to see some clues on his face, but immediately dismissed the idea.Although Wu Ze has a heart of pure white, this aura is obviously not a realm that his meager power can achieve, and Wu Ze looks as usual, and he can't see the slightest irritation by his words, or not only is he not angry, but seems to be angry. A little shy.

Before Wu Ze came here, he was really hesitant. He made a bet that a demon like Timo, who had already been disappointed in this world, might hope to gain the approval of other demons in terms of world view.He might hope that his knowledge of "maliciousness" would turn him into an ally.

Although Wu Ze was ready to be rejected, it seemed that he made the right bet this time.

He touched his ears and said shyly, "I, I have something for you to see too."

Timo frowned, before he had time to think about Wu Ze's words, the sense of oppression became even heavier!

Relieved, Timo brought Wu Ze to the street in the downtown area.He stopped in the middle of the street and looked around. He seemed to be observing the passers-by, but he was actually looking for the source of that oppressive force.But the source was well hidden, he didn't find any clues, and besides him, not only Wu Ze, but other passing demons were as relaxed as if nothing happened.

Obviously, he was targeted.

It is very painful to be targeted and not know the origin of the guy who is targeting you. You must know that there are not many guys who are stronger than him in the underworld, and even fewer of them can run out to follow him when they are free. The only thing he can think of is Yixi. He was still imprisoned in Hell's Mansion to pull out the hair on his legs.

Uneasy is restless, since that guy didn't make any other moves, it means he is still afraid of something.Timo glanced at Wu Ze, probably because he came to look at this pure white heart and didn't want to expose himself.This pure white heart seems to be unaware of its specialness.

Although this feeling of being watched is not good, it is very bad.

In the downtown area, demons come and go, and the tourist boom in heaven has passed. Occasionally, seeing a few white figures on the street, the residents of the underworld have long been familiar with it.

In addition to the group of demons shopping and rolling the road, there are also many demons wandering the streets with nothing to do, the old demon sitting on the bench resting, and the little demon child attracted by this bizarre and complicated world led by his parents, squatting on the side of the street Young people watching the rivers and streams, demons rushing across the streets... such a bustling disturbance, naturally there are some idlers who are willing to risk being sent to the palace of the king of hell to do a vote, and patrolling with stern faces Security demon.

Timo and Wu Ze both stood on the street where the demonic tide was surging, focusing on the bustle and bustle around them, their eyes swept across the magical current shuttling around them, but the scene they saw was completely different.

"What did you see?" Uze asked Timo.

"What did you see?" Timo asked back.

Wu Ze replied: "The demons come and go on the street, and each demon is either busy or leisurely..." At the end he paused, and added unwillingly, "I can only see the street scene that every demon can see with his eyes. It is the life of the residents of the underworld."

As he said that, he turned sideways to make way for a demon who was walking hurriedly while saying "excuse me".

"Life." Timo seemed to have heard some ridiculous words, and laughed softly, but there was no smile in his eyes, "In addition to their 'life', I also saw that whether they were frowning or smiling, they had hidden things in their hearts. What you see is the harmony on the surface, but the endless malice for each other surges in their hearts, and there are many demons who are infested by this group of carefree bedbugs where you can't see Very miserable days," he paused, "and even lost their lives."

Wu Ze looked at him: "What's the specifics?"

Timo sneered: "All the demons you can see in front of your eyes have filth hidden in their hearts that you can't imagine, which is completely inconsistent with their kind faces and free postures. If you insist on some examples..." He turned his head and looked To a shop on the street, "Just half a minute ago, some stories happened there."