Devil's Department Store

A mother holding a little boy slowly came into Miser's sight.

She doesn't look very old, but she already has the calmness of a mother. In the crowded crowd, she holds the child's hand tightly, without shifting her attention for a second.

Although the pair of mother and son were dressed brightly, they were all the same style that the stingy succubus had seen when buying clothes. It seemed that the economic conditions were not good.

Miser looked at the smiles on the faces of the woman and the child, and thought, maybe it was because of something worthy of celebration that he made an exception to take the child out to play. After all, the consumption in the amusement park is not low for this kind of family.

"Mom, I, I want to eat that..." The boy held his mother's hand and pointed shyly at the ice cream truck not far away. Miser followed his hand and saw Belphegor in the crowd An unusually conspicuous tall figure.

There are a lot of people, Miser thought, and it may take a while to come back.

The look on the mother's face was a bit perplexed. Obviously, the expensive prices in the amusement park made her feel that it was not worth it, and it might have exceeded the budget. But in the end, looking at the child's expectant eyes, she nodded and said: "All right."

She straightened up, looked at the long snake-like queue over there, hesitated for a moment, and said to the boy: "It seems to be a long queue, can you wait for mom on the bench over there?"

The boy nodded, and said earnestly before his mother: "Don't run around, don't talk to strangers!"

A smile appeared on the mother's face, she touched his head, and said, "You're really sensible, go."

Miser saw the boy walking towards this side with three steps and three turns.

The appearance of the succubus can easily attract the attention of humans, so Miser put on a mask in advance. Although his exposed eyes are very beautiful, the strange outfit seems to scare the little boy.

The boy looked at Miser warily, and carefully sat down at the farthest place from him.

They stayed like this for a while, Miser suddenly asked, "Is today your birthday?"

The boy froze for a moment, looked sideways at Miser, then quickly looked back, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Miser propped up her chin, lowered her eyes, and continued without looking at him, "Your mother looks like she's working hard. It's not easy to bring you here to play. Don't always ask for other things."

The boy raised his face and looked at Miser, feeling aggrieved and ashamed, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Ah, I didn't mean to blame you," Miser realized that he seemed to have done something wrong, and he fished out his pocket clumsily, and took out some crumpled human banknotes that had been put there for an unknown amount of time.

"Here, give this to your mother, don't let her spend money, just treat it as the ice cream I treat you to, how about it?"

The boy looked at Miser's outstretched hand, then at Miser, shook his head in fear, stood up from the bench, and ran towards his mother's line.

Miser looked at the child's back, blinked, folded the banknote, said "hey", and threw it into the hat behind his back.

The hat is quite deep, so it shouldn't fall out, Miser thought.

The boy trotted all the way to his mother, burst into tears under her surprised gaze, and threw himself into her arms.

Miser couldn't hear what they were saying, but the boy shook his head as if he didn't want ice cream.

The mother picked him up dumbfoundedly, patted him on the back, and put him down again. The people in line seemed to have misunderstood something and let the mother and son to the front, and the mother kept thanking them , followed by ice cream.

She comforted the boy a few more words in a low voice, and the boy finally smiled through his tears, took the ice cream, let his mother have a bite first, and then happily bit down.

They held hands and looked so happy.

The happiness that was once close at hand is now out of reach.

Miser sat on the bench blankly.

After a while, the succubus lowered his head.

He suddenly wanted ice cream too, Miser thought, the biggest scoop, the sweetest candy bits, and even better if it was chocolate.

"Biggest scoops of ice cream, sweetest candy crumbs, and still chocolate."

Miser looked up and saw Belphegor looking at him with a smile, holding the large ice cream he had described in his hand.

"I hope you don't blame me for wasting money, dear." Belphegor said softly.

Miser stared at him blankly, suddenly his nose became sour, and the circles of his eyes turned red.

"Why did you come here?" Miser said.

No one knows whether this is a complaint of waiting for 10 minutes or an inquiry that has been wronged for 300 years.

These words turned into needles, piercing the heart of His Majesty the Demon King. Belphinger squatted down, looked at Miser, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, dear."

Miser tried hard to endure the pain, and opened his hands to him. Belphinger immediately sat on the bench and embraced him. Miser hugged him tightly and buried his face in his arms.

It took a long time for Miser to stop shaking.

He said sullenly: "Don't laugh at me."

"Of course," Belphegor said softly, "I know where your tears come from."

"I didn't cry." The succubus said stubbornly.

After a while, Miser asked again, "I can trust you, can't I?"

No one knows that he is now as fragile as a newborn cub.

"Without a doubt," said Belphegor, "you are my love, and we are closer than anyone else in the world."

Miser was silent for a while, pulled off his mask, turned his head, wiped his face on Belphegor's chest, and then stretched out a hand towards him.

His Majesty the Demon King put the ice cream into his hand quite discerningly.

Miser wrinkled his face, arched towards Belphinger, and tried his best to stuff himself into the other's arms, then hugged the other's waist, pressed against his chest tightly, and ate the ice cream like a cat .

The exposed face of the succubus quickly attracted many eyes, and Belphegor turned sideways to block those sights.

"Did I get you in trouble?" Miser said.

Belphegor laughed.

"If it wasn't for the agreement with heaven, there would be no one here right now."

Miser pursed the corners of her lips and said, "It's so strange, I just want to laugh when I hear you speak in such a **** way."

"Probably because you are doing the same thing," Belphegor said, "Dear boss of Devil's Department Store."

"That's different," Miser quips, "I'm a fair trade!"

"Of course, my dear is always right." Belphegor said sincerely.

Miser sighed slowly, fell into His Majesty's arms, and said, "I just met a child and his mother."

"Oh?"

Miser told Belphinger what had happened, and said, "Isn't it weird that I'm talking to him like that? It's just out of the blue. But I gave him a little money and just that 'whoosh'—"

Belphinger didn't ask Miser why he was so generous suddenly and gave money back to a stranger. He just wiped the ice cream off his face with his finger and asked, "So where did you get the money from? It's the money that is currently in circulation in this country. currency?"

Miser: "..."

The succubus froze.

Belphegor couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers in front of the succubus, and said, "Okay, it is now."

Miser grabbed his hand and asked, "Did you exchange the money?"

"Of course." His Majesty the Demon King said, he took out his pocket and took out a stack of banknotes that were messily folded: "The same amount of money is already in that woman's pocket."

Of course Miser recognized his own money, took it immediately, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Good job," Miser praised with a smile, "Reward a kiss."

His Majesty the Demon King blinked, pulled off his mask, and gave the Succubus a cool, sweet kiss on the mouth.

They parted, and Belphegor asked, "I bought the ice cream, shall we go back now?"

Miser was taken aback for a moment, and seemed to remember that he originally planned to go back to the shop after eating the ice cream.

Miser raised his head and looked at Belphegor, His Majesty the Demon King was also looking at him, focused and serious, his eyes as dark as night were filled with him alone.

Miser thought it was foolish to trust the other person in this way, but he shook his head.

"Not going back," Miser said, "I want to play a little longer."

Belphegor said, "Don't you feel bad about money?"

Miser glanced at him, and said eccentrically, "Is there no more money for me, Your Majesty the Demon King?"

Belphegor raised the corner of his mouth: "Of course, there are many."

"Hmph," Miser pouted, "There are also movie theaters and commercial streets, you said it yourself!"

"No problem, honey, as long as you like it."

-

So when Miser and Belphinger returned to Devil's Department Store after their appointment, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and their hands were full of things, big and small, everything.

The employee in the store: "..."

Misser went shopping and came back with a bunch of stuff!Not free!he!Spend money! ! !

Robert opened his mouth wide, as if what he saw was not Miser, but an alien.

Harry shook his head in disbelief: "How is it possible? I must be hallucinating!"

Even Bedo approached cautiously, sniffing Miser's trousers, trying to tell if it was genuine.

Al was stunned for a long time, showing a compassionate expression, raised his hand, and the palm of his hand glowed with holy light: "There must be an evil spirit that has invaded Miser's body, come here quickly, I will help you drive it away—"

Miser took out a toothbrush and hit the angel on the forehead: "Get out."

The angel was caught off guard and was thrown, covering his head and crying: "Oh my god, I can beat people! It's the real Miser!"

All the employees came to their senses, and hurriedly surrounded him as if they were surprised.

"Are the things in the human world discounted by [-]% now?"

"It's impossible for Miser to buy it at a discount, it's a broken bone!"

"No discount! Full price on the label!"

"Hiss! Miser, are you going out to rob? Although we deceive people's souls, we can't have a moral bottom line!"

"Go, go, go! What a mess!" Miser drove the people away, put down the things in his hands, and said dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong with buying something on a whim! What's wrong?!"

"Could it be—Misser's upper body problem has been cured?!" Robert gasped.

Miser looked down at it expressionlessly.

The kitten opened its eyes wide, and with its sweetest voice, sincerely made a wish to the succubus: "I want ten cans of tuna, and another twenty boxes of freeze-dried, thank you kind and generous Miser!"

Miser: "..."

The little cat didn't wait for the kind and generous Miser, but the leather shoes on its buttocks.

Robert Mew ran away crying.

With the lessons learned from the past, the other employees who were about to move also calmed down, and obediently helped Miser move the things back to the room.

Belphegor smiled and said, "Look, it's okay to consume once in a while, isn't it very happy?"

Miser said with straight eyes, "I was quite happy just now."

The succubus turned her head and said without tears: "But they made such a fuss, I suddenly regret it now, so much money—"

Belphegor: "..."

His Majesty the Demon King has a headache, it seems that the succubus' problem will not be cured for a while.

What can I do, I can only give a comforting hug.

The two hugged each other again.

Miser raised his head to look at Belphegor, and said in a low voice, "Today we're spending ahead of schedule, and we'll eat bread instead of meat for the next few days, okay?"

His Majesty the Demon King looked at the watery eyes of the succubus, and was silent for a moment. He really couldn't say anything to refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and nodded: "Okay..."

Eat bread, eat bread, spoil the wife you choose.