Who made you not earnestly create the world!

When Mamen came to Sidi City, the main city of the fourth hell, with a stinking face, the expression on his face became even more stinky after seeing the men and women who were all sticky together in the city.

Contrary to Mammon's stinky face, the eyes of all the demons who saw Mammon, regardless of gender, lit up.

At that moment, there was a glamorous witch who was wearing a black suspender dress, and the forks on both sides of the skirt opened directly to the buttocks, and walked towards Mamen. When the demons present saw this witch walking by, they all showed hesitation and dared not go. Yes, watching with apprehension and envy.

In the demon world, the more beautiful the demon, the stronger the power.

The witch with a hot body and a beautiful face smiled ambiguously at Mamen: "Little brother, which one is it? Why hasn't my sister seen you before?"

Mamen looked her up and down, and sneered: "Auntie, with your ugly face, do you have the nerve to strike up a conversation with me?"

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Walking from the city gate to the palace of Asmodeus, three or five demons came to strike up a conversation every time they walked on a street, but before those demons opened their mouths, they would pick their noses and faces, with a poisonous tongue. To the extent that even the thick-skinned demons became angry when they heard it-although they were shot away by Mammon in just two moves.

After finally entering Asmodeus' palace, Mamen grabbed a demon and asked impatiently, "Where is Asmodeus?"

Seeing the demon looking at him obsessively, the veins on Mamen's forehead twitched. He grabbed the demon's head expressionlessly and smashed it on the ground twice, causing a small hole in the floor. Then he asked again: "Where is Asmodeus?"

The obsession was no longer in the eyes of the demons, and they said with pain and fear: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is in the bedroom."

Mamen let go, and strode towards the innermost palace in the palace complex.

Clutching his bleeding head, the demon looked at Mammon's slender and enchanting back in a daze, and thought with the characteristics of the demons in the fourth level of hell: Alas, a beauty is a beauty, even when she is angry, she is so beautiful.

As the saying goes, there are such demons as there are demon kings.

Asmodeus' bedroom has his own style, neither magnificent nor exquisite, but full of explicit hints, various sculptures, oil paintings, reliefs and incense that make the blood boil.

After passing through layers of smoky curtains, a huge pool that almost occupied the entire hall came into Mammon's eyes, and as expected, he found a figure of a certain demon king beside the pool.

His bedroom was suddenly intruded, and Asmodeus was not angry. He shook the dark red liquid in the goblet in his hand, and generously showed Mammon his muscular upper body above the water: "Beelzebub actually Willing to let you come here? Did he stop doing your coming-of-age ceremony?"

"What the hell!" Mamen's enchanting little face stretched, "Half of my main city was demolished by that stupid dragon that only knows how to eat. What should I do? Do it directly on the ruins." ?"

"What's the matter with the ruins? As long as you are willing to do it, are you afraid that there will be no magic?" Asmodeus stared straight at Mammon's slender and soft figure and drank the liquid in the wine glass, and finally licked it. Licking his lips and laughing in a low voice, "Isn't there me? As long as you——Gulu Gulu"

With a cold face, Mammon stomped Asmodeus' head into the sink to make him drink his own bath water to wake up.

After finally getting his head out of the water, Asmodeus looked at Mammon resentfully.

Mammon sneered: "Are you awake?"

Asmodeus nodded dejectedly, lying on the edge of the pool, sighing in his heart, what kind of bad luck has happened recently, the beauties he likes are getting more and more difficult, and they can only be seen from a distance but not up close, let alone I ate it in my mouth.

He glanced suspiciously at the languid Asmodeus, but Mammon didn't pay much attention - in his opinion, Asmodeus had always been abnormal - he sat cross-legged by the pool and complained: "Aren't you Have you always boasted about how many beautiful monsters there are in your main city? Why are they all either aunts who are choking their throats and pretending to be tender, or ugly and coquettish male monsters? It's a shame that you can speak, what taste?"

Mammon looked disgusted.

Thinking of the long golden hair, the almost transparent white skin, the cold snow-blue eyes, and the holy and pure aura that was incompatible with the demon world, Asmodeus looked sad: "Yes, so now I I can’t be hard on my little cuties.”

There is a pot of peerless orchids at home, who cares about the flowers and plants on the roadside.

The sad thing is, that pot of orchids doesn't belong to me, and the force value can still beat me.

The dormitory suddenly fell silent, and when he noticed that Mamen was looking at his lower body in the pool strangely, he realized what he had said and instantly blew up. He stood up from the pool with a crash, and even stood up and said: " See clearly, I am much better than a little guy like you who has just started to grow hair, dare to take off your pants for Bibi?"

Before Mammon sneered back, Asmodeus suddenly changed his face and jumped out of the pool, picked up the clothes by the pool and pushed Mammon out of the bedroom while putting on his clothes: "Come on, don't you say you don't like me? Is it a beauty in the city? You haven’t seen it! I’ll show you.”

After the two demon kings left, the bedroom fell into silence again.

Suddenly, a black-skinned and white-haired elf quietly walked out from the corner.Holding a plate of colorful and grotesquely shaped fruits that looked like poisonous fruits, he walked towards the pool, and lifted the last curtain of the palace——

Inside the curtain, the most eye-catching thing is the big dark red bed. A blond human teenager is sunken deep in the soft mattress. The dark red sheets make the blond boy even more white and almost transparent.

Slowly flipping through the pages in his hand, the blond boy suddenly said, "Al."

The dark elf obediently knelt on one knee beside the bed: "What do you want master to do?"

"...No, it's nothing." With his fingertips running across the page, the blond boy said thoughtfully, "Even if he is a demon, it's better for the child to have some living habits like his father."

"...Master is so right." Although Al was confused, he still fart, "Master is wise and mighty, master knows everything..."

"To shut up."

"Okay, master." Wronged Bala.

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In a hastily held banquet, after watching Mammon spray a certain witch away again, Asmodeus was speechless: "It's just for fun, do you think you're picking a lover?" Sure enough It is the seed of fallen angels, even if it is already a pure demon, it is so picky.

"If you want to pick, pick the best." Mammon looked at Asmodeus contemptuously, "I don't want some demons to stuff dirty and smelly things into their mouths."

Asmodeus was throbbing with blue veins, and smiled on the surface: "What do you know as a young child?"

"I'm not the same as you." Mammon leaned lazily on the back of the soft chair, looking ahead with misty eyes, "What I want has never been in the Demon Realm."

Couldn't help but hear that cold and cold human being again, Asmodeus couldn't help but nodded: "Yeah, I also only realized in the past few days that sometimes humans are very appetizing to me, obviously I still think that humans Not only is it boring to play."

"What's so good about human beings?" Mammon sneered, "weak, short-lived, and hypocritical."

Asmodeus shook his head pretending to be deep: "A child is a child, and does not understand the beauty of human beings."

Mammon lost interest: "Oh."

"If you want to say which race in this world is most like those bird people in the sky, isn't it the human race? Blonde hair, blue eyes, snow skin, if they are younger and better looking... We can't do anything about those bird people, but humans are much more convenient gone."

Asmodeus licked his lips, and Mammon took two steps away from him in disgust as if he smelled something terrible: "You better not be heard by the fallen angels, they don't like to talk about angels and humans. Compare."

Being rejected, Asmodeus didn't mind, and said intoxicated, "Ah, that golden hair, that skin whiter than snow, the faint blue eyes, and that indifferent temperament... Oh!"

Mammon felt as if something was wrong.

Wait, blonde hair, blue eyes, and humans...? !

Mammon narrowed her eyes, and her eyes gradually became sharper.

But before Mamen could make a move, there was a commotion in the banquet hall, and the men and women in the banquet hall made way for the visitor who came suddenly, allowing the two demon kings to recognize the visitor.

Mamen said angrily, "Why is it you again?!"

"My good brother, it's been a long time since you came to my place, this time you have to stay longer." Asmodeus smiled and picked up the two wine glasses on the side to greet the comer, and handed one of the wine glasses over .

Beria, who arrived suddenly, didn't notice the wine glass in Asmodeus' hand, and even lost the usual fake and gentle smile on his face, but asked directly with an uncharacteristically gloomy face, "Where's the dark elf?"

Asmodeus put down his wine glass with a puzzled expression on his face: "What dark elf?"

"I have received news that a dark elf has recently come to your place." Beria looked at Asmodeus coldly, and affirmed, "That dark elf is still here with you."

Asmodeus smiled ambiguously: "I have a lot of dark elves here. There are several dark elves who have rolled on my bed in the past two days. Which one are you referring to?"

Belia looked at Asmodeus, and suddenly smiled again, gentle and harmless, he said softly: "Yes, there are indeed a lot of dark elves here, I think, with our relationship, you shouldn't mind me being alone." One was found."

As he said that, he quickly walked to the depths of the palace, but he was stopped.

Mamen smiled lazily and said, "Everyone is a demon king. It's probably inappropriate for you to search another demon's palace for no reason."

Beria chuckled lightly and said, "Play stupid with me, you are still young, Your Majesty Mammon. If your father comes, I might still take care of one or two things, if it's just you..."

Although the words were not finished, the meaning was already very clear, and Mammon's face darkened instantly.

"Mammon can't do it, what about me?"

The black six wings gathered behind, and Samael walked into the banquet hall under the watchful eyes of all the demons.

He looked at Beria and sneered, "What's the point of bullying a child, do you dare to fight me?"