Saving the world is not as good as chasing stars [US Entertainment]

On the long and narrow stairs, Margo was staring at the dazzling supernatural creature in front of her.

Lucifer's blue-green eyes became more and more mysterious.

The seraphim of the holy light raised by him is magnificent. This fallen person who looked at God with a contemptuous smile when he was born is the first and last seraph of holy light in the entire universe.

Lucifer is the most outstanding work of God Jehovah. Even if he falls into hell, he is still favored to this day.

Contrary to the imagination of the world, the Father Jehovah’s favorite has never been the Holy Son Christ and the Archangel Michael, but the wise, powerful, arrogant and perfect Lucifer, the "shining morning star" since his birth.

Even if he instilled a sense of freedom in his brothers and blatantly rebelled against heaven, the eccentric Jehovah just relegated his youngest son, who was used to being heaven and earth, to hell as a leader.

Lucifer has obviously done a lot of trouble in these 100 billion years, and he has launched countless wars against heaven, but God has never sent down any punishment.

In fact, unless Yahweh is completely determined to kill the younger son, there will be very few punishments that can cause actual harm to the Lord of Hell——

Not only can Lucifer resist the power that can destroy the entire universe, but he can even create a multiverse that is on the same level as the current universe and belongs entirely to him.

Jehovah prefers the strength and perfection of his younger son, and as the supreme god, he does not want to anger the madness and world-weariness in Lucifer's bones.

So even if the lord of hell abandons the throne, he brutally drives all the demons and human souls who have fallen into hell out of hell.

On the other hand, he went to the luxurious Los Angeles to open a bar, preparing to continue pestering and seducing the human girl for more than ten years.

God has no choice but to temporarily transfer the control of hell to other angels, and Lucifer is still the king of hell.

Obviously, God's partiality is almost to the South Pole.

At this time, Lucifer, who can achieve omnipotence by manipulating external forces, is frowning at Margaret——

"Why don't you jump up?"

Margo looked at him suspiciously, "What?"

Lucifer was well-dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with his serious blond hair combed back, like an elegant pale duke.

But at the same time, his sharp and exquisite facial features are sexy and evil, and the six wings of holy light are slowly unfolding, as if nothing in this world can shake him in the slightest.

His tone of voice can make any woman fascinated, "Since you were young, every time I showed the six wings of the holy light, you would jump into my arms in surprise."

"Sorry, I don't have these things in my memory." Margaret didn't seem to waver at all, her tone was flat, "You probably erased them all."

Lucifer didn't regret erasing her memory. In those experiences, apart from his seductions, there was also too much darkness in the court - witnessing elder brother killing father, mother and son incest, brother coveting and persecuting.

In Lucifer's opinion, it's better to let go of those memories completely.

"Don't talk about the past, why don't you come here now?" He raised the six wings of the holy light, shining brilliantly, so powerful that it made people want to kneel down and bow down.

He should be a demon in Christian mythology, but he is so holy and perfect that it is beyond imagination, and the sense of danger and arrogance that comes to him makes people dare not take it lightly.

Margo moved closer to him helplessly, "Master King of Hell, I will soon be 24 years old."

It's not that he's only four years old, what the hell is it that jumps into his arms in surprise?

Lucifer frowned, and his voice was cold, "Not to mention my time in heaven, I have ruled hell for more than 100 billion years. To me, it doesn't make any difference whether you are four years old, 24 years old, or 40 years old."

It was rare for Margo to be teased back by someone, but she obviously wasn't going to listen to him, she didn't want to throw herself into the arms of the devil king of hell for no reason.

So, the 24-year-old French beauty looked at Lord Lucifer, who was over 100 billion years old, and blinked innocently, "Is there anything else? If not, I have to find some food to satisfy my hunger."

Before she finished speaking, she felt herself being held tightly around her waist. In an instant, the long and narrow staircase in front of her disappeared, and the scene changed again——

The backlit decorated bar appeared in front of her eyes, and she was being placed on a comfortable seat, with a pleasant sound of playing next to her ears.

The six wings of the Holy Light behind Lucifer have disappeared, and they have changed back into a suit and leather shoes, elegant and pale gentleman appearance.

Margaret exhaled—

I thought this fallen angel was going to send her to hell, cursing the soul, punishing her viciously, etc. What's going on now, the king of hell is going to cook dinner for her?

This hidden bar seems to form an invisible barrier to other people, not to mention the guests, even the bartenders and staff disappeared without a trace.

The vaulted brick ceiling is retro and imposing, and the velvet-covered wine list is unfolding.

Margo looked at the series of signature cocktails and classic drinks above, and asked Lucifer fearlessly, "What are you going to cook for me? I heard that the baked desserts in this bar are very good. Let me explain in advance, I don't like horses. Caron."

Lucifer abandoned his hell kingdom and came to Los Angeles to open an underground bar. It is indeed very famous in this luxurious city, and it is almost the most popular bar in the entire Greater Los Angeles area.

Not to mention the food and wine, even the pastry chef is a chef who used to work in a Michelin restaurant.

Whether it's American's favorite cupcake, or the maraschino cherries from Germany, or the popular Italian tiramisu, all kinds of baked bread and desserts taste astonishingly comparable to professional restaurants.

——But there are only Margo and Lucifer here now. Even if this fallen angel is omnipotent, he might not be good at baking desserts. Margo is obviously deliberately embarrassing him, or——molesting?

But surprisingly, Lucifer didn't feel any anger or dissatisfaction, and his deep blue eyes were imperceptibly full of indulgence——

“When your mother brought macaroons to Versailles, they were just plain macaroons with no filling, and you didn’t like them back then, and you even used to put the macarons on your dinner plate. on your father's mistress."

Margaret froze for a moment—how many years has this king of hell been spying on her?

He looks unusually tall, full of mysterious power all over his body, can't be said to be righteous, but can't be attributed to evil either, extremely charming, but also extremely contradictory, beautiful, powerful, arrogant and vicious.

Margo cleared her throat, "Is the pastry chef in this bar good at French desserts?"

"With how picky you are, you won't be satisfied with that Italian's cooking." As he spoke, Lucifer walked into the bar and opened the silver baking oven.

When he brought the plate decorated with gold rims to Margo, she realized that it was actually two light and fluffy soufflés.

This famous French dessert, born in the Middle Ages, needs to be tasted as soon as possible after baking, otherwise it will collapse soon.

The two beautiful and delicious souffles in front of her eyes somehow made Margaret feel familiar, as if she didn't know how many times she had tasted them.

But in fact, she had no such experience at all in her memory.

Margot looked at Lucifer subconsciously, "You couldn't have baked it yourself, did you?"

Hell demons bake small cakes, and it sounds like you're going to shudder.

Lucifer's sharp and handsome face showed no extra expression, and he was silently refusing to answer this question.

Margaret bit her lower lip, and put a piece into her mouth with a beautiful silver fork——

The taste of this traditional French dessert is as light as a cloud. It seems to have nothing in the mouth, but it brings frankincense to the mouth in an instant. It is like a light and beautiful dream, but it will disappear in a moment if you don’t pay attention.

Marguerite thought of the description in the "Bible" of French cuisine——

What a pity!The satisfaction of this appetite is fleeting, and in the end it always feels empty.

The French girl looked at the Lord of Hell in surprise, "This souffle tastes better than the Paris theme restaurant LeSouffle."

You must know that even in Paris, not every pastry chef dares to make soufflé.

This extremely troublesome dessert has almost perfect and strict requirements in every step from material selection to processing. A slight mistake will lead to failure. It is even more difficult to guarantee a [-]% success rate.

Facing Margaret's admiration, the expression on Lucifer's face remained unchanged.

Years ago, he used to spend several weeks picking the plumpest cocoa beans with no trace, just to make a satisfying birthday dessert for the little girl in front of him, but now the souffle is obviously nothing.

Margot looked at the King of Hell, pondered for a few seconds, and asked, "Have you ever cooked food for me before? I seem to be very familiar with this taste."

Lucifer's expression was cold and arrogant, but his cheeks seemed to be stained with a little honey color——

"Your conjecture is really ridiculous. Would I not torture the demons in hell and the cursed human undead, and even ignore the war with heaven, and show up at the Louvre time and time again, caring to please you, a backup?" Ordinary human beings neglected and abused?"

Margaret blinked, and did not refute him at all, but picked up a beautiful anomaly on the exquisite black suit of the Lord of Hell, which looked like a feather that was emitting light——

"You seem to have lost your hair, Lord Lucifer."

Lucifer: Hair loss? !He is obviously a fallen angel who is second only to the power of God Jehovah!Her tone seemed to be talking about a shedding pheasant!