Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Your father, that's a big man in hell. Although his style of acting is relatively'unique' in hell, he can't deny its influence."

In the tavern of hell, Satana seems to be a little bit sullen. She removes her skull wine glass from her bright red lips and says to the Prince Blackheart around her:

"Mephistopheles always act in vain, seemingly by nature, but rarely have flaws."

"At this time when all dimensions of **** are sharpening, only its low-key seems to have been forgotten. You said, has your father really given up on the throne of Satan?"

"It? Give up?"

The Prince of the Black Heart shook his head, and the son of the devil with cool black long hair said violently:

"It desires the title of the king of **** as if it desires to seduce every unique soul. It is derived from its evil inner addiction. Until the addiction is satisfied, it will not stop sketching the conspiracy."

"And the saddest thing is that my father is a three-minute devil... its addiction will never be satisfied, so it is so hungry."

The prince said in a voice wrapped in hatred and fear:

"It regards all lives that it knows or doesn't know as pieces, and it wants to be the only flag bearer. You actually want to ask me what Mephistopheles has prepared for the hegemony battle?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know...because it doesn't trust anyone, and in its plan to become the king of hell, there is obviously no place for me. Oh, no, yes, I have my place, I almost forget."

The black heart drank the demon wine from the glass, it gave a refreshing moan, and it wobbled its barbed tail like a dragon, and it said:

"As you said, cannon fodder."

"When necessary, I will be used as a cannon fodder to attract the attention of others, so that my evil father can make another conspiracy."

"What a pitiful encounter."

Satana covered her mouth and chuckled. The witch, who was proficient in natural charm, lowered her voice. She said:

"We are all the same, black heart, everyone is the same, you, me, my brother, Mamen, and my boss... we are all the same."

"The old men gave birth to us, or the purpose of creating us was not simple. In their eyes, we are just a better tool. But you are miserable than us. The old man in your family did not even put A big boy presses on you."

"Don't you know? The old man in your family secretly inserted a'knight' in the human world as early as a dozen years ago. That's the chess piece it arranged for the hegemony."

"Huh, look at you, black heart, you are a prince of **** anyway, but unfortunately not even the first line of cannon fodder."

Satana put the skull cup in her hand on the table and motioned the demon bartender to fill herself with wine. She sniffed her nose and said:

"I think, occasionally you have to express your dissatisfaction with Mephistopheles so that it will value you more."

Heixin didn't care about the sarcasm that the female demon head around him said. After all, it was a devil, and he was calmer than the warlike and reckless demons.

It originates from Mephistopheles' bloodline, and also gives it the ability to accurately find the most useful ones in conversations mixed with useless information and then use them.

It is a devil, and gossip is its weapon.

"A'knight'?"

The black heart narrowed its eyes. Every inch of the devil’s skin was covered with purple-black scales, which made it difficult to detect the change in his expression. While playing with the wine glass in his hand, he whispered in this noisy tavern Say:

"I really don't know... It seems that you are a bit of a stock in your hand. I only know that my old man seems to have given up the unlucky thing of cultivating a "knight" after the last knight contract failed. I thought, it is still doing these useless works."

"Useless? You're afraid that you are too little to look at your dad."

Satana snorted, she said:

"That's a new knight. When your dad tempted him to sign the knight contract, my boss was watching beside..."

"That knight must have great potential, Prince Blackheart. Otherwise, with your dad’s character, it is impossible to hide it for so long. For more than ten years, in my opinion, the longer a piece is hidden, then when it is activated The more benefits you can get, the more important it is."

"Well, it makes sense."

The Prince of Black Heart flicked his sharp claws. He looked around, and he said:

"But knowing this, what's the use?"

"With the character of my old man, for such an important person, it will definitely pay attention to it at all times, we have no chance to start."

"Well, the word "us" is used well."

Satana nodded in satisfaction, she said:

"This is the attitude that cooperation should have. Listen to me, black heart, if I tell you, have we found an opportunity to start?"

"That has nothing to do with me!"

Heixin snorted and said in a tone that refused to be thousands of miles away:

"You have found an opportunity, this may be true, but you did not start yourself, but came to me, which shows that there is risk, and the risk is very large, you are not willing to take risks with your own people, so find a substitute for the dead ghost.. . Look, ma'am, I'm not stupid."

"I also really want my old man to suffer a big loss, but the problem is that such things have to be considered for cost."

"Just use my demise to make a joke, I'm sorry, this does not conform to my values... It does not conform to all the values ​​of the devil, we rarely want to be used as a gun, so if you want to persuade me to take risks, you have to Come up with something."

"Okay, you guys are really tough!"

Satana seemed discouraged. She pulled down the red hood wrapped around her. She said:

"We said earlier that the old man in your family often does things without leaks, which makes it difficult for others to find a way to deal with it, but even the savvy people make mistakes."

"What's more, your dad is engaged in a tempting job in hell, and it is more focused on the "artistic" of this job. I mean, its quirks spread throughout hell, and violence is rarely used, only I like to cheat my soul with rhetoric."

"It's okay to say stupid, but in case of meeting some savvy people, general lies are not easy to use."

Satan's daughter flicked her own glass, and in the clear voice, she said:

"Your father has failed more than once. It regards failure as the greatest shame and hides it well, but the problem is that secrets will always be revealed."

"You also know that your father's last "knight" fell out with it, but do you know why they fell down?"

"Appreciate further details."

Heixin sipped his wine and said:

"But it's best to make a long story short. The combination of our two is too striking. If I read right, the succubus behind you has noticed you, and she looks ready to do some dangerous things."

"Don't care, it's a small problem."

Satana is not in a panic. Although she is still a fugitive, she seems very relaxed.

She is well versed in fraud. If she is not calm when she is tempting to do things, then the effect of lies and temptation will be greatly reduced. Although this lady has half of the human lineage, the other half of her blood is also From a **** lord.

She is also a devil.

"Since you are afraid of gossip and gossip everywhere, let me skip those long and complicated preludes and let us go straight to the topic."

Satana licked her lips, she said:

"A contract signed by your father was lost by his last knight. The content of that contract doesn't really need to be cared about. It is nothing more than a few thousand souls tempted to fall into sin. It really deserves attention. It’s the contract itself..."

"It has your father's real name on it, you know what that means, right?"

There was a fascinating light in Heixin's eyes. As the son of hell, he certainly knew what a contract signed with the real name of his old man represented.

The **** lord is closely connected with the **** dimension he controls. They are themselves a symbol of the **** dimension. That kind of symbol gives them strength at a higher level. The real name of a **** lord will also cause changes in the **** dimension.

If the contract can be held in the hands of the Prince of Hearts, it means that it has the same blood as its father, and can use the contract to separate a trace of the power belonging to Mephistopheles from his father.

Although there is only a trace, it is enough.

"Tear open the contract."

Satana, in an ambiguous and frivolous tone, said in Hearing's ear:

"Take that power, plus the thousands of sinner souls sealed in the contract, you will have your own little hell."

"Although it is small, although it is very young, and although it only needs a light thump to tear, it is also your territory...In hell, there is only your own territory, casually. You will be able to recruit miscellaneous pieces willing to take risks."

"What's more, this thing is three arrows."

Satan's daughter chuckled:

"Let you have your own territory, and it can also force your father to activate the hidden "knight" for a long time, completely disrupting its preparations for the **** king's battle for hegemony, forcing it to have to fall ahead of schedule."

"Finally, the most important thing is... if you can make God bleed, then the blood dripping into the water will attract a group of hungry sharks, you just have to sit and watch, and those who smell the **** smell will be The dynasty where you buried your old man..."

"Yes, as long as you can make it bleed, as long as you can break its seemingly invincible majesty, the ambitious lords under it will help you complete everything you want to do..."

"If we are lucky enough, I mean, in the weakest chance, Prince Blackheart, we can be lucky enough to watch the fall of a **** lord."

"You said, our adventure, oh no, your adventure, okay?"

Satana's voice echoed in the ears of the Prince of Black Hearts, just like the real devil whispering, like an invisible hand, continually tossing its heart string, tempting it to beat from restless heart even more Wild.

Yes, this matter is very risky...

But the returns are equally alarming.

That's right, this strange female devil is tempting it to become a tool person to serve her own purpose...

But in hell, only waste will not be used.

If you can get what you want, even if it is just a glimmer of hope, then what is the point of being used?

The black heart narrowed its eyes. It was difficult to make a decision for a while, the inexplicable temptation and the beating reason in the heart were fighting hard.

It tried to rebel against its own old man very early, but did not succeed once. Mephistopheles, the most cunning **** lord, the shadow it brought to his son was too strong, but the black heart even felt a little weak for a while. To turn around and run.

"Ha ha"

Satana seemed to feel the black heart's struggle, she did not persuade her again.

At this time, persuasion can only weaken the effect of temptation. This is the same as seduce a man to go to bed. It cannot be taken off in the first place.

The half-covered style will make the stupid men's hormones soar, let them think with their inflated lower body, and make them willing to be your dog under the skirt.

There is already a struggle in the inner heart, which is enough, it will make the right choice.

Satana finished her third glass of wine. She put a thing on the table and pushed it to the black heart. She reached out and patted the black heart on the shoulder. She said:

"If you make a decision, take this to the border of hell... We have already bought you a'ship ticket' to the present world, of course, you can throw it away, it doesn't matter."

"Everyone is an adult and has nightmares and no shame."

Satana kissed the Prince of Black Heart and wrapped her cloak. As before, she quietly blended into the crowd and quickly left the Hell Tavern.

Behind her, there have been several high-level demons, the dog legs of her old man, who are eager to take the fugitive princess of hell, and send it to the **** lord Marduk for reward.

But Satana is not panic or fearful. She has long been alone, she has friends, and her friends are very powerful and are not easy to mess with.

Well, people with friends will never fail.

In the tavern, the black heart still maintains the posture of holding up the wine glass. It looks at the black card made of unknown materials on the table. The thing is like a business card, but it is mixed with other forces.

Very complex power, from which the Black Heart can smell at least 3 breaths from different **** dimensions.

This means that behind the mysterious woman, there are at least three supporters from Hell, which also shows the strength of their small group. Obviously, this is an invitation.

The Black Heart maintained that movement like a sculpture, until a few minutes later, it drank the wine from the glass, smashed the glass on the table, then stretched out its claws, held the black card tightly, and thrown it out Several gold coins cast with the sinner's soul paid for the wine.

"Pay the bill, two people."

Prince Blackheart stood up and shook his tail out of the seat, but after walking a few steps, it seemed to remember something, turned around, and said to the demon bartender trembling behind him:

"Oh, I forgot something."

"No, no, please, don't..."

The demon bartender seemed to realize his sad ending, but before his begging for mercy, the deadly black bone spur pierced his neck.

"boom"

The demon bartender fell to the ground in disgrace, and his soul was annihilated. This little accident made the tavern a bit noisy, but before the guards rushed over, the black heart had changed its appearance and mixed into the crowd.

It said softly:

"Sorry, stranger, but this is not a personal grudge."

"you know too much."

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