Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

"The situation is like this, what do you think?" Ba sat peacefully on the chair, the old god was twirling the ring on his finger, squinting at the young man in front of him.

Go to the magic palace?

I subconsciously frowned.

No, the time is not right.

If I have gone back 300 years, the current time point should be that the light and dark continents are fighting. As one of the twelve chief disciples, Ba will definitely fight (the devil does not know that Ba has been killed by Xiu Ke) , How could you go to the magic palace for a meeting at this time?

The meeting must be held with the participation of the Demon King.

Is it...

I stood up abruptly.

This time node is when I just woke up after 100 years of sleep? !

That is to say, in the Demon Palace now there are Xiu, Zero, and...the me from before? ?

Ba looked at the terrified young man inexplicably, and said, "Don't worry, I'm just asking you to guard against those bastards in the Palace of Seven Kills, not sending you to die."

I tried my best to suppress the horror in my heart, forced myself to calm down, and said coldly: "Why do you think I will help you?"

"Hmph." Ba sneered, "Didn't you forget that your little lover Seran is still in my hands!"

"I have nothing to do with him!" I said forcefully.

"I will believe you?" Ba stood up, and slowly walked out of the room, "If you don't want to see his skinned body hanging outside your window, you should obediently come to me to report."

"Remember, you only have one night to think about it."

The door slammed shut.

Sombra threw a medicine bottle over: "It will repair your injuries, this is what the adults left for you."

I sneered and said, "Oh, he is afraid that I will turn into a corpse, so there is no way to be his thug."

Heiying was silent, and said: "My lord has wanted to possess the Demon King for a long time, but now you have a wound on your face, he can't see it."

"A piece of advice, if you don't want to be played to death on the bed by adults, remember to disfigure yourself."

The calm voice disappeared into the room, leaving no trace of warmth.

I slightly squeezed the medicine bottle in my hand, and a great sense of anger and powerlessness hit me head-on.

Without power, in this world, it is as sad as ants.

Even if you work hard, so what if you improve your strength?In the face of absolute power, he is nothing but a clown-like existence.

No matter how hard you try, you can't break free, this damn fate.

at the same time.

Chaos stood in front of a huge water curtain, obsessively sketching the young man's drooping face with his fingers, with a smile on his lips.

Jerusa respectfully recorded something aside.

He adjusted his glasses and said, "God, the seeds of [laziness] have germinated."

"shh-"

Chaos carefully admired the tiredness in the young man's eyes, and said with a smile, "I saw it."