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"Ok!"

The woman gave up the trick of seduction, touched it from behind, took out a [-] cm thick document, and slammed it on the coffee table.

Bang!

The four legs of the coffee table were not supported and were broken.

Looking at the scattered documents, Russell and the woman were stunned. The development of the situation exceeded their expectations.

"Uh, the voice on the phone just now is very similar to yours."

"Uh... it's just a voice message, it's not me."

The two quickly revealed the embarrassing scene. The woman raised her eyebrows and looked at Russell: "Seeing that you are also a smart person, I will just say it straight. I am a devil. Satan, Lucifer, and the Queen of Darkness are all my former names." .”

Russell blinked: "Sorry, I don't agree with any of these three names. Many people still call me the Lord of the Dark Dimension!"

the end of the heavens

Chapter 981 You Are A Good Devil

"I love your sense of humor!"

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, reached out and took out a business card from the indescribable pocket on her chest, and handed it to Russell.

"This is my business card. Believe me, ordinary people are not entitled to it. Where are you looking? If you really want to see it, just sign the contract and make a wish."

Russell retracted his aboveboard eyes, raised his hand to take the white business card, and read out the only two words on it.

"THE DEVIL!"

"That's right, it's the devil, but I prefer to be called Your Majesty the Dark Queen."

Russell nodded: "Okay, Ms. Satan."

"It's Her Majesty the Dark Queen!"

"No problem, Ms. Satan!"

"OK, as long as you are happy."

Ms. Satan rolled her beautiful eyes, gave up the meaningless dialogue with Russell, and continued: "Then what, you, Officer Russell, you are very lucky, and you have the opportunity to make a deal with the devil."

"It doesn't seem like a good thing to make a deal with the devil!"

Russell complained, and the people who had made deals with Mephisto flashed in his mind. The better ones went directly to hell, and the worse ones were separated from their wives, their families were destroyed, and then they went to hell again.

"That's not necessarily the case. Many people can't find a place to trade with the devil, let alone such a beautiful devil like me."

Ms. Satan took out the lipstick from the indescribable chest, painted the flaming red lips in depth, pursed her lips slightly, and made a light pop from the red lips.

"Ms. Satan, you said that many people can't find a place to make deals with the devil."

Russell touched his chin, fixed his eyes on the lipstick that had been placed in place, and thought deeply: "The vanity box is very beautiful, cough cough, I mean, can it be understood that you haven't done business with anyone for many years."

"Why, how can it be possible!"

Satan spread his hands, as if he had heard some funny joke: "In this materialistic world, where desires and ambitions are infinitely magnified, will I be short of customers?"

"Then why did you rush to the door as soon as you received the call? And you dressed up as if you were in a hurry."

Russell didn't squint, his eyes focused and said: "I'm not saying that you don't dress up well, it really supports your devil figure and makes you closer to the devil, but"

"You are a Satan anyway, the leader of Hell, who signed a contract with ordinary people and actually showed up, instead of handing it over to the younger brother below. This is very low, and it will make people think that Hell is a small company, or the kind that is on the verge of bankruptcy."

""

Satan took out a red coat from behind and covered himself tightly, then crossed his arms and squinted at Russell silently.

"What's the matter, Ms. Satan, is Hell Company really on the verge of bankruptcy, so that you can't even find an employee?"

"No, it's just my hobby, I like doing deals."

Satan took a deep breath, suppressed MMP, and continued to use the friendly official expression: "Before signing the agreement, if you have any questions, it's best to ask them in one breath, but it is forbidden to ask about God."

"why?"

"No why!"

"Then I won't ask. To be honest, I always thought that you belonged to the same company and the relationship is very harmonious."

"Hehe, how is it possible!"

Satan smiled, scanned the living room, moved to the dining table, swept away the pots and pans on the table with his hand, and took out another stack from behind his buttocks.

This time, I handled it lightly and placed it on the table.

"Listen, Officer Russell, you are very humorous, and it is interesting to chat with you, but I am in a hurry, and there are hundreds of people like you waiting for me to rescue."

Satan raised his hand and knocked on the document: "So, hurry up and sign the contract. After signing, I will fulfill your seven wishes."

"Seven! So many?"

Russell was amazed, he stepped forward to look at the document, his name was written on the first line, the cursed in brackets.

"It's real and honest."

"Thank you, it's all devil's virtue, if there is no doubt, please sign the last page, I'm really in a hurry."

Satan clasped his hands on his chest, and looked at Russell with flickering eyes, as if there were little stars in his eyes.

"Ms. Satan, if you are begging me, you'd better not wear a coat. The one just now is more sincere."

Russell sat on the chair and read the opening piece one by one: "The first paragraph is that the devil and hell give the cursed person seven wishes, and the second paragraph is that after the cursed person fulfills his wish, he will give his soul to the devil as a price. Well, this is very devilish. .”

"Thank you, let's sign!"

"Don't worry, I'll take another look. The spirit of the contract is sacred and inviolable. You must respect my rights."

Russell ignored Satan, and read every word: "Wow, the third paragraph is the terms of the transaction, all of which are exemptions from the devil. This is too exaggerated."

"Ah, the degree of your ink stains is also exaggerated, it makes me want to kill you."

Three hours later, Russell closed the contract document. He had memorized the content in his mind, and he could only say that he had benefited a lot.

"Ms. Satan, I'm done watching"

Russell stopped talking in time, because there was an extra bathtub in the living room at some point. Satan was soaked in the milk bath, with a mask on his face, and a long snow-white leg resting on the edge of the bathtub.