Spirit Hotel

Yifeng slowly withdrew from Mamen's arms. She knows who can offend and who cannot offend. Although Isfel never appeared in hell, after all, he was no less than the fallen angel of the Seven Devil Kings. Even if her shoulders trembled and she shed tears, Mamen would not be able to fight against her for her.

Mamen obviously had a good impression of Yi Feng, and smiled and said, "Misunderstanding?"

Isfer looked at him impassively.

Ma Men said: "Yi Feng is Lilith's most effective assistant. I think it should be a misunderstanding." He said so, clearly ignoring his relationship. It means, brother, you ca n’t help but want to do it, I do n’t have a problem, as long as Lilith is settled by then.

Although Shi Feixia has not heard of Mamen, but the momentum of watching him also knows that it is definitely a personal character. As for Lilith, it was absolutely thundering. There were women entangled with Adam, Satan, and Cain. It is rare that she is not too tired, spanning two generations, Adam and Cain.

He sighed and rounded the field and said, "It really is a misunderstanding. We have just come all the way, and we saw a scene here that is particularly bright, bright and cheerful. Now I know that it was a powerful assistant for Lord Lilith. "

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Isn't that brightening, it's darkening?

According to Feng's heart, he despised his behavior of speaking nonsense with his eyes open.

Mamen laughed: "This must be the representative of the human being who has been in the limelight recently, Mr. Shi Feixia."

Shi Feixia was flattered and said, "Big show?"

"It is possible to return the indifferent angel to heaven, and the angel who returns to heaven to fall because of anger ... From ancient times to now, there is only one person."

After hearing what he said, even Shi Feixia felt that he was quite sturdy.

Mamen said with a smile: "When you come to the second floor, you should try the most famous features here."

Isfael said: "You treat?"

Mamen's smile remained unchanged. "Of course. Do you doubt my sincerity?"

Isfael walked forward with Shi Feixia, just as the two shoulders crossed, he calmly said, "I will not forget your corruption charge-greed."

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After whispering with Isfell, Shi Feixia finally knew that Mamen was not only one of the seven devil kings of hell, but also the largest money in hell. Most of the property on the second floor belongs to him. Even the first-level industrial area, he also occupied a lot. If Lucifer wasn't afraid that he would stretch his hands too long and put the whole **** in his pocket, his net worth would probably have turned several times.

Shi Feixia followed behind Mamen and walked into a magnificent nightclub that he could not even dream of. He always thought that the decoration of the hotel he used to work in was good, high-grade, and the design was novel enough to show. Now I know that that is the difference between a temporary latrine and the White House.

"He, is it corrupt?" Should the devil be a public official? Is there no doubt about public officials sitting on such a large fortune?

Isfael said: "His sin is greed."

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In other words, is he openly greedy, acquiesced by government agencies, or even protected?

"Adult Lucifer has no opinion?" Seeing the development of **** is still very modern, why is this aspect of honesty so inefficient?

Isfael said: "The old **** was deserted."

"what?"

"At the current scale, Mamen took the lead and piled up with treasure."

"..." Shi Feixia immediately changed his expression, exclaiming, "talent." No wonder the advertisement always said, what is the most lacking in the 21st century? Talent! He now understands how correct this sentence is. Sometimes a good talent is really worth thousands of troops. "Is he renting?" Anyway, Noah's Ark has no upper limit, so let him develop it, maybe he can build a space fort.

It was only after his words that Mamen turned around with a smile, and looked at him.

When Shi Feixia saw him turned his head again, he busyly said, "I've listened to it anyway. Why not give an answer?"

Mamen laughed, slowed down, and stood side by side with him, "What do you want to hire me for?"

Shi Feixia glanced at Isfael and saw that he had no objection, and said, "Take Noah's Ark too?"

"Oh? You want to change it to the second floor of hell?"

When Mamen asked, just a pair of twin witches came across. The dangling meatballs almost saw Shi Feixia's eyes fall down.

Isfel suddenly leaned over and hugged him.

Shi Feixia was startled and said, "I can go by myself."

Isfeel said blankly, "You're tired."

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Shi Feixia looked at Isfael's perfect side face and thought dejectedly: He could really walk on his own.

Mamen smiled aside, "It's interesting. Maybe you can add another sin soon."

They just came to the end of the Crystal Promenade.

He pushed the door that looked whiter than snow and smoother than jade, and said, "Jealous."

Behind the door is a semi-circular reception room, facing a huge floor-to-ceiling window. There is no ceiling above the reception room, only the starry sky.

Isfer then let him go. Shi Feixia walked in, feeling that his feet seemed to be stepping on Yunxu, which was incredibly soft, but he would not fall.

Mamen snapped his fingers.

Floor-to-ceiling windows immediately raised a row of violet patterned light silver sofas. There were also two small coffee tables by the sofa, each with a bottle of wine and six glasses.

Mamen stood at the window, pointing to the front and saying, "Welcome to the Eros Paradise."

With him, the sight of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly changed into a hustle and bustle, holding each other in various obscene moves.

Shi Feixia just looked at it, and felt that his face was red and red.

He didn't watch adult films, but he watched it alone and watched it with two other people, especially a person who hasn't known him recently. It's totally two feelings.

Mamen patted his palm.

Just touching each other, the male and female who want to live and die quickly separated, stepping back on the enchanting steps.

Mamen sat down on the sofa, poured himself a glass of wine, and shook it in his hand before he said, "It was originally about to use my trump card, but since some people volunteered to pay for their crimes, I didn't reject it, did they? "

Shi Feixia saw Yi Feng who suddenly appeared in the middle of the stage, and he understood the meaning in his words.

"Actually, I don't know if I should say it." He prolonged.

Mamen smiled, "Please."

"I always feel that you are gloating."

Mamen smiled deeper and sipped his drink. "Who said no?"

Isfer pulled Shi Feixia down and sat down.

Shi Feixia comforted himself: anyway, he came to travel, and someone invited guests, not looking at nothing.

The soft and ambiguous music sounded and Yi Feng began to perform. Her movements were bold and hot, her fingers kept touching her body, her expression charming and seductive. The clothes on her body became less and less with her slow and provocative movements.

Shi Feixia watched her figure grunt and swallowed.

Mamen looked at Isfer with interest.

Isfell remained calm.

The drama reached its climax, and Yi Feng's hand gradually entered her own restricted area, but her eyes stared directly at it, and her eyes were hot and naked suggesting ecstasy.

Shi Feixia calmed down his breath and said to Isfael in a very low voice: "Can you hold Lilith?"

With a few invisible smiles on the corner of Isfeel's mouth, he nodded slightly.

Shi Feixia turned his head, watching Yi Feng said more and more emotionally: "I'm hungry."

Mamen said, "Do you want something to eat?"

"Pork. It's best to have two big meatballs on the chest."

Mamen covered her lips with a cup to keep her smile from becoming too obvious.

According to Feng's movements, the eyes looking here were vicious.

She was indeed audible.

Shi Feixia just saw that Mamen was snapping his fingers again and clapping his hands. He guessed that there was something such as an eavesdropper connected to it, and it was really good.

He thought for a while, and said, "Yes. You can't hear what I say here?"

Mamen shook the cup indiscriminately.

Isfield held Shi Feixia's hand a little tight, as if encouraging.

So he remarked "very safely": "I think Miss Yi Feng's **** are very strange, like one tall and one low, one big and one small, one outward and one inward. And The nose is the same, it seems to be left when you exhale, and right when you inhale. Two eyes are more interesting, one eye ends up and one eye ends down ... If you take her picture with the nose as the axis, make it In the two pictures, no one will put them together into a face. Hehe ... "

Mamen laughed, watching Yi Feng's whole body shaking with anger, but still performing with due diligence. "Actually ..." He pursed his lips, almost broke the voice, "Yi Feng still has a lot of admirers." But he should not look for her for a while, because he was afraid that if she dragged her clothes, he would throw Go up and measure the position of her chest.

According to Feng, a dance that could have been performed for thirty minutes was resolved in seven minutes and thirty-six seconds, and then a bare smile appeared, completely disappearing into the sight of everyone.

Shi Feixia was relieved, but fortunately he did not show ugliness. Yvonne is definitely intentional.

Mamen said: "Next is my ace."

Shi Feixia was startled, and refused: "Good things need to be chewed slowly and can't be insatiable." After speaking, he felt suspicion that he was referring to Sanghuai, and hurriedly explained, "Uh, I mean, there is greed "Everyone has his own aspirations ..." It seems that there is a tendency to get more and more dark.

Mamen said indifferently, "People should actually enjoy greed. If there is no greed, no time will not progress. Greed is the driving force and source of everything."

Shi Feixia secretly said: It is indeed the head and spokesman of the greedy doorkeeper, and it really stays in the line.

Mamen pointed in front of him and said, "It's a good show."

Shi Feixia heard the words and looked away, but saw a thin young man with fluttering hair in his hands all his life, illusion of the flames of two clusters of roses, and then slowly spread, turning into wide and long colored bars on the ground.

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"Magic?" Hell should also be called magic? Shi Feixia thought sweating.

Mamen tilted his head and looked at him, "What else do you think?"

Although he used question sentences, Shi Feixia felt that he had been seen through.