temple

The outside of hell is bustling with monsters of all kinds.The gate of hell is only open to demons above the king level, and lower demons can only enter through the small door on the side.Here they fight, fight, and line up in chaos for their chance at hell.

Put one foot in here.

The visitor didn't wear shoes and socks, and his feet were white, with a childish sensuality.He stepped on the ground carelessly, but his white and tender feet were not stained with any dust.The vine magic flower emerged from the ground, lingeringly wrapped around his ankle, attached to his calf, and bloomed a coquettish blood-dropping flower, which was shattered by the thick darkness in the next second.

"People from the temple?"

Many demons recognized the robe on this man.The temple belongs to heaven and has always been opposed to hell. The demons' desire to tear apart the light is suddenly ready to move.But before they took any action, they saw that childish and fragile foot slightly lifted——

Kick open the gates of hell.

For hell, the return of the original sin is like the dim stars being illuminated, and the missing map being completed, which is particularly eye-catching when the seven original sins have not been completed.All demons received this cryptic message when the gates of hell opened.

"My lord——" As soon as Nathaniel entered the Hall of Demons, Abel rushed over weeping with joy, "Are you finally willing to come back to take over my official duties——"

Naibao Nier doesn't need to have any scruples in hell. He can do whatever he thinks. He raised his hand and patted his subordinates, big or small, into the wall. He said coldly, "The only thing I can inherit from you is inheritance."

It took a long time for a puff of black smoke to rise out of the wall, trembling and condensing into a human shape, "Oh."

"Shut up," Nabilnier didn't bother to look at his unlucky look, "Where's Bechymos?"

"It seems to have gone back to the Dragon Clan," Abel suggested timidly, "Aren't you going to see His Majesty? Your Majesty can call him back directly for you."

Original Sin of Return pursed his lips.

He really didn't have time to go to the Dragon Clan again, but he didn't really want to see Lucifer either.Nabel Neil is a little irritable. Their Satan has thrown the seven virtues that he once abided by into the bottomless abyss since he fell into the sky. It is impossible to expect him to get up from the bed diligently to handle official duties.Normally, Nabilnir would not mind helping Lucifer organize his official duties, but now he is in a hurry to go back to the temple and has no time to deal with the trivial matters of hell.

"Forget it." Nabel Neil rubbed his forehead, and walked towards the main hall in compromise.Abel was obviously relieved, and hurriedly stepped up to keep up.

The main hall of the Temple of Demons is huge, gorgeous and empty.As soon as Napoleon entered, he couldn't help but think of those official duties that could fill the main hall, and his brain felt a little ache.

"Finally willing to come back?" Satan was as handsome as a pitch-black statue, sitting awkwardly on his high throne, and stretched his voice lazily, "My dear Prime Minister of Hell."

"No," Nabil Neil said bluntly, "I'll just come back and get something."

Lucifer was choked up, and rarely showed a little helplessness, "Well, you are really missed when you look like this."

Lucifer took care of most of the 1000 years when Nabilnir was born, and he grew from a baby to a teenager under his nose.Little Original Sin looks childish now, if he replaces his black hair with platinum, he will be no different from that stubborn little angel in the past.

"You have to bear most of the responsibility for this matter." Nabilnier replied unceremoniously.He doesn't like others to notice his too small body now, and he also hates showing his fragile appearance in front of others.

Nabilnir knew that Lucifer was doing it for his own good, so he only complained and stopped the complaint in his heart.In fact, he is a little confused now.

He suddenly discovered that...Lucifer and Hania looked alike.

Of course, in terms of age, Hania should be like Lucifer in the past.Their eyebrows, facial features, and face shapes are all elegant and graceful, and they even have golden sand-like long hair. It seems that God's favor has been transferred to Hania after Lucifer's fall, making them even beautiful. .But they are similar, but their temperaments are completely different.Lucifer, the shining star in the past, was as bright as a shooting star in the sky, but after falling into the sky, it was as deep as a bottomless eternal night; Haniya is a burning sun, bright and warm, with a clean and soft smile like a real innocent girl. The little angel who is well versed in the world makes people feel that they have seen the light just by looking at it.

This subtle but striking difference made them two people, and Nabilnier had never noticed their resemblance before.

"Concentrate, my prime minister." Satan sighed at the little boy who was really raised by him, feeling that the other party really had no conscience, "Where do you miss your little holy son?"

Naibao Nier nodded subconsciously, and then put aside his own thoughts, "Your Majesty, I want to find Bechymos."

"Want his scales? In fact, I gave you a lot before, but you didn't take it seriously." Lucifer slumped lazily on the throne, fiddling with his fingers boredly, "Go find him yourself. , He has been sleeping in the palace for two years, and it is time to wake up. By the way, pull out less, it is useless if you are already bald. "

"Yes." Nabel Neil responded, turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at Abel, and said in a light voice, "Bechymos has returned to the Dragon Clan?"

Abel shrank his neck and dared not make a sound.

He thought His Majesty could persuade his lord to stay, oh, help.

Behemoth woke up with a shock.

Long Du is sleepy, and is more or less angry about getting up.He opened his eyes angrily, and saw a little beauty who was quite to his liking.

The little beauty is really pretty.A head of black hair is obviously a feature of hell, and a strong and powerful dark aura rushes towards his face, but he is wearing a pure white believer's robe of a temple, black and white do not interfere, pure and depraved, it is simply a favorite beauty of demons up.

"Where is the little beauty?" Adhering to the lustful habits of the dragon clan, the hell dragon quickly suppressed his aura of getting up in a half-dream, and hooked his hands at the boy in front of him with a smile, "Let me take a closer look."

The little beauty raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then raised her hand and slapped him away.

Dragons can't turn into smoke.Bechymos directly smashed down a wall, was hit several times by broken pieces, and finally woke up, looking at the familiar boy with a look of horror, "Damn—why is it you?! No, you How did you get smaller?"

May I ask, apart from Satan in hell, which demon above the king level has not been beaten by their prime minister?

It is completely possible to recognize people by slap.

Besides, the prime minister has a grumpy temper and loves to fight hands-on, the other five original sins are still protecting him, looking like eyeballs. If the demons dare to provoke him, he will have to go out in the next jihad.Bechymos looked at the door of his bedroom that had been demolished and dared not be angry or speak out, wanting to cry but not tears, "Hey ancestor, what's the matter, can you just call me if you have something to do?"

"I can't wake up." Neibao Nier said concisely.After all, there is something to ask for from others, and he is not good at beating people out of shit just because the other party has no eyes and says that he has become smaller.He smiled at Bechymos, his tail was blown into a big pine cone in fright.

"Where do you get the scales that blur God's perception?" He stretched out a white and tender hand to Bechymos, "One hundred and eighty scales first."

"His Royal Highness, there is indeed an original sin who has returned to hell," the attendant bowed his head respectfully, "but just now there is news from hell that the original sin has left."

"Well," Hania said softly, "Go down."

The servant turned and left obediently.Hania still didn't turn her head, and sat motionless in front of the projection of the picture stone in the dormitory, looking at the small figure that suddenly appeared from a cloud of black mist with a gloomy expression.

He's been pretending to be busy lately just to see what his little one is up to in his absence.

The boy looked a little excited, and even raised the corners of his lips rarely—in fact, he rarely smiled. He always looked at others peacefully and calmly on weekdays, as if he was cut off from the world.But now he was obviously very happy, ran to the bed, and poured out a handful of black scales from his arms.

Haniya was taken aback.

It turns out that he left... just to find this.

The young Son's expression softened a bit, watching the boy get busy like a squirrel carrying an acorn, stuffing those scales into every corner he thought Haniya wouldn't notice, and the whole dormitory was almost tense. Strictly armed up.

After finishing all this work, he seemed to be tired. He looked down at his clothes, and after making sure that they were not dirty, he happily jumped onto the bed and wrapped himself in the quilt. With a fluffy head, he lay on the bed very comfortably.

Haniya watched him rolling lazily like a little beast that had come back to its lair after hunting, couldn't help laughing, and then found helplessly that the little guy had closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Little slob.

Haniya stood up and walked towards the bedroom happily.

He was going to see for himself that his boy was really back.

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Haniya was worried: Is my cub going to run away?

Bechymos cried super loudly: I'm bald, I'm not clean

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(This chapter should look like this if the two have had a showdown)

Shouting little bat

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