Demon Lord Red Book

After the mana sun rose completely on the second day, exactly ten o'clock, the prison opened on time, and Raven's family was imprisoned at the front as contactors of the ancient gods.The half-crazed father was kept at the front, and the brilliance in his eyes could almost radiate light to bomb the prison every minute.But the two people on both sides of the prison gate showed no expression at all.

The one on the left is called Sikong, a Chimera. His first hobby in his life is to collect other people's biological samples, and then embed them in his body.On his left is a lady in fine clothes, with her hair tied up in a bun, and her appearance is luxurious.The other side looks like a half-dragon, with scales covering a strong and thick body, and a tail protruding from under the body.He is the warden under Ni.

The one on the right is called Ling Ya, the purgatory crow.At this moment, the human form is much more normal than the jailer on the left, but he doesn't look like a normal person either. The three pairs of black wings shine on the ground like fire, shining brightly like a searchlight.These two people are the warden and the deputy warden respectively, and they are the two with the highest status in this prison.

The two of them have no gender, and for some reason they came out together, standing on both sides of the prison and acting like door gods.Stella was in the same team as her sister, she lowered her head and pursed her lips in silence.She dared not say anything.

Sikong waved his hand, and said in a thick baritone voice like singing: "Sort into prison according to the list, hurry up."

Reiya unfolded the list and began to read the list weakly in a very clear voice that was not loud.Most of the family members who were separated by a few meters were still talking to the prisoner, while the other part took out their cameras to take pictures to commemorate the rare moment.Most of this part is heartless, the kind where family members go in and want to throw flowers.

At this time, she suddenly heard her father speak clearly: "You are all liars."

She fell into an ice cave.It was like an ant nibbling from the soles of her feet, biting the back of her head, making her whole body go limp.

She even sincerely wished at that moment that she was deaf.

But her hands were tightly cuffed.I couldn't even cover my ears, so I had to endure it.

The voice of my father, who might have been gentle once, now said firmly: "You are all liars."

tear me apart.The voice in her heart wailed so: I can't bear any more, madness or hatred, I don't need it at all.Take my heart out and tear me apart.

"You are all liars. You are talking about who is guiding you. On this high tower, who is leading you?"

His voice is clear.Sikong heard it, and turned towards them from the woman's side.Sikong's eyes were full of longing and lingering, so affectionate that it almost dripped water.She said in a tone almost like a boudoir's resentful woman: "You are really just eating carrots and worrying."

Lingya denied it: "A problem with education."

After the two of them said these two sentences, Lingya continued to read the list, and Sikong continued to nod his head, completely ignoring this person.Maybe a lunatic can still have this calmness after seeing too much.Stella felt disgusted with herself from the bottom of her heart, and lowered her head without saying a word.But her sister obviously didn't feel it—she shouted hoarsely:

"You are all liars!"

Her head elongated oddly, but apparently without success.The shackles were suppressed by powerful mana, and she couldn't shake her head because of the suppression.But she still read in a weird voice like she used to read: "You have no leader at all! You are all phantoms!"

Stella couldn't bear it anymore, she jumped up from behind and knocked her sister to the ground with the shackles on her hands.

Even so, the father did not look back.He has long been insane, he has been tortured and insane.Certainly not ashamed, not scary, and certainly not tired.

But she will.So she stood there with her neck straightened.She has had enough.It's all well and good, don't let her see it again.

But she saw Sikong standing there calmly, looking at her with two very different faces, as if she hadn't seen her get up and take the handcuffs and slam her sister unconscious.He said calmly, "You are different."

This voice is indifferent but distant, as if it existed in ancient times.Stella's shoulders slumped, but she didn't quite want to admit it.She thought it would be good to be like everyone else, but she actually failed.

However, the difference seems to be no big deal now.Someone came over to help my sister up, and someone held down the head and tail of the team to continue walking. In short, no one seemed to think this was a problem.

She went in.

In the shadows, she seemed to see someone's eyes for some reason.

It was a pair of eyes that you will never forget.

It was a pair of gray but purple eyes, with eyes like raging waves of never-ending magma.

She found that she did not know the name of the demon.But faintly—for some reason, she had a feeling that it was better not to know.

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Although his crime was convicted of the crime of improper summoning, he still had a subtle sense of incompatibility in his heart.That's because the existence I want to summon is not limited to things like ancient gods, or demons, or angels.

That's a legend.

The legend means that if you want to summon it, you must pay a lot of money, and then use a lot of expensive materials.Although the family is not short of money, it cannot be summoned no matter what.that existence...

why.

When I was young, I also thought hard.I thought so until this year.Why is this.

Because I work underground, I am even more convinced that it is not a virtual thing.

Because it is now being held in the prison of the city that 'she' ruled.

However, after asking all the ancient gods who fought against her, whether they were angels or demons, they couldn't get an answer at all.

——Does that person really exist?

In history, is she a collection of many unknown beings, or is she a pseudonym of a feared reality?

Stella asked herself countless times.

Even though she became a little devil herself, and summoned the devil for convenience, she couldn't feel the aura that she once had at all.

She changed into her prison uniform.Prison uniforms were black, loose-fitting with red cross-stripes, ill-fitting but comfortable.

In front was the long, deep corridor.White, no windows, just lights.Everyone lined up and passed through here.She silently rolled up the sleeves of her clothes and her trousers.His black hair was cut to shoulder length.

Then, the door next door was opened.That seems to be a door exclusively for the staff... I guess.

Everyone turned their heads like cats attracted by furballs.

Someone stood at the door, as if painted in a frame, it was astonishingly flat.But she is alive, fresh and full.She glanced around, and finally focused on Stella's face.

She said in the voice of a primary school student who had lost all interest and had no emotion: "Please come here."

It's not a prayer pattern or an order. On the contrary, any sentence this person utters will only be a statement sentence without emotion.

But such a sentence also made Stella's heart beat wildly.

That woman is nobody else.Even the demons who are currently ruling the underground in name or in fact are also the existences that allow the paladins to come to the underground.So even though she is often seen, she has attracted everyone's attention. ——It’s also that person’s older sister.She wanted to ask if she was, that person...

Stella didn't think much about it.She obediently followed Ji, who didn't care whether she was following her, into the door.

Then, the other party handed her a stack of papers.Judging from her devilish language, although her handwriting is not very good, it is barely better than simple and fresh, fully expressing the accident that day.For perspective, this is the report written by that purple-eyed demon.

She looks pretty, but her handwriting doesn't look like her at all.

Stella sneezed, but covered it with her elbow.Ji was not moved by this kind of thing, but just repeated the reading and said: "If you confirm that it is completely correct, then please sign."

She pointed to the box under the word Witness.Stella took the pen and signed her name.

Out of extra curiosity, she aimed at the name at the bottom of the report.She knew it couldn't be the demon's real name, it could only be a badge of status, but she still looked at it curiously—but she screamed, and the scroll fell to the ground with a thud.

She leaned against the wall in shock.The hard wall, the cold wall, was made of iron, but it didn't make her feel at ease at all.Ji still didn't show any expression, just stretched out his hand to grab it, without bending down, he grabbed all the scrolls back into his hand.

Stella completely forgot her identity, and asked in an unreliable voice: "That is...? What is that?"

Ji stood there.It took a long time before she spoke, and she replied indifferently in a tone that might be gentle, maybe not at all: "Forget about her. It's good for you."

She stretched out her hand, smoothing along her forehead to the sideburns, and grasped something in the palm of her hand.

Between back and forth, the pair of eyes that had already recovered their blue color became even paler.The human female's lips trembled and twisted like a worm, but nothing came out.Ji turned and left, reaching out to send the paper to the depths of his drawer.

Other papers will be placed in the archives of the library for public inquiry.But this one won't.

She did it out of some fear.

She took a deep breath, feeling that she had been so annoying recently, so she decided to go out and buy popsicles on her own.

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So in the next second, she was on the street more than four kilometers away, and went straight to the small shop to buy popsicles.

Whether it is a new store or an old store in the capital, all the small shops in the main capital know or have been notified what to do if they come to buy things in season, especially selling popsicles.Ji only bought one kind of popsicle, and only one, and that was the salt water popsicle.

Thanks to the fact that she has only eaten this kind for many years, popsicles have remained popular for a long time, and the price has also risen.

But everyone knows that you must not sell other things with her, and you must not take pictures with her.It is best to only have three sentences in the communication of the whole process: "How much?"

Ji doesn't hate talking to people, nor does he hate humans.Just repeating the same thing bored her.

She couldn't show such rich expressions, so she simply refused them all.According to Ni's words, it's because she doesn't like cold noodles, in order to avoid the embarrassment of emphasizing this point with others, so she directly refuses to go to restaurants to eat out of trouble.

But there are only two things that she can eat without worrying about anything, one is salt water popsicles, and the other is the dishes made by Ni.

But Ni hadn't cooked for her for a long time, so she ate popsicles that might be hundreds of years old to comfort her belly.She had a good meal yesterday, but for some reason, she always felt a subtle sense of discomfort.

Ji crushed the popsicle.There was a hint of astringency in the mouth, followed by a mild taste of salt.

This unpleasant feeling is like astringency.It is something that must be endured to eat popsicles.

So she tilted her head slightly.

Today... can I still eat it?

To outsiders, she is seriously thinking about how to deal with the criminals in the sky, or how to deal with the wave of commercialization in the industry, but she is actually thinking about such issues.

The author has something to say:

Today, I failed to pass and killed me. I thought about it for a long time and couldn’t think of anything. Do you think I’m against that?

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