flower and big devil

After that, even Luo Xiu didn't know what he said to Uzrock, anyway, he seemed to be floating on the ceiling, he couldn't remember whether he had drunk or eaten anything else, In short, when he finally heard the bell ringing, which symbolized the quiet night, and the person sitting on the other side of the desk politely asked him if he wanted to stay for the night, he decisively chose to refuse.

After leaving Uzrock's office, a cool breeze blew in the dimly lit corridor, and the black-haired young man frowned, only then did he feel that he could breathe a little more freely—he turned his head, thought for a while, and then pushed again. He opened the door and said good night to the man who was always sitting behind the desk, and Uzrok also said good night to him with a smile.

The black-haired young man standing at the door showed a hesitant expression.

In the room, the man adjusted his sitting posture, raised his jaw slightly, looked at him and asked, "What else is there?"

"..."

I don't know why, but when Luo Xiu's gaze met the man's, he always felt heavy... Although those eyes were smiling, he always felt that the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Ah, probably because I drank too much, and my thinking became weird.

The black-haired young man shook his head, repeated "good night" in a voice that only he could hear clearly, and then closed the door of Uzrock's office gently - the one on the The pale face in the night disappeared behind the crack of the door.As the footsteps sounded in the corridor getting farther and farther away, at this moment, Uzrock's office also fell into a suffocating silence, and the cool wind blowing in from the door dispelled a little of the temperature in the room The man sitting behind the desk remained motionless until the sound of footsteps disappeared completely. Then he stretched out his hand and took the unfinished glass of cherry wine that Luo Xiu put on the table from the table, and poured the crystal clear Bringing his wine glass to his lips, he took a sip.

"Father, has anyone ever told you that it is a standard idiotic behavior to secretly drink from a cup that someone else has drunk?"

A clearly joking voice rang out from the corner of the room. The voice sounded very annoying, as if it was deliberately protracted for a fight.

Suddenly there was another person in the room, and the man sitting in the armchair didn't move at all, but when he put down the wine glass in his hand, the pair of golden and red pupils of different colors turned into a uniform red at this moment. , Under the light of flickering candles, the red color is like blood dripping from ghosts in the dark night.When the tall red-haired young man came out from the dark corner of the room, the man sitting in the armchair rolled his eyelids: "Mamen, has anyone told you that you still only know how to 'cuckoo'?" 'It's cuter when it's called a pigeon?"

"I'm very old, you don't hurt me, the word 'cute' is rarely used on me."

The red-haired young man who was called by his first name rolled his eyes, walked around the chair that Luo Xiu sat on just now, and did not sit down. He stretched his hands on the edge of Uzrok's large desk, He closed his mouth and stared silently at the man sitting behind the desk.

There was silence for several minutes.

The man sitting behind the desk let out a soft breath: "What do you want to say?"

"There's a lot to say," said Mammon, "but I don't think you want to hear a single word."

"Then shut up and get out." Uzrok's voice was flat and without ups and downs.

"You're always like this, that's why you made daddy angry last time." It's a pity that the red-haired young man didn't mean to get out at all. When he felt the man's eyes sweeping over his body, he paused, He honestly gave up the posture of "condescending and talking" and sat back on the chair—although he raised one long leg in a very unsettled manner, leaned on the backrest with folded arms, and squinted at the expressionless Looking at her man, "Don't look at me with this expression - no matter how fierce you are, I will say it, and you also know that this time 'Alice' might really be the one we are looking for - not only It's me, both Beelzebub and Belphegor think he looks like—well, I'm afraid you think so too... Otherwise, why are you so eager to use such a dirty trick?"

The man raised the corners of his lips and asked, "Why am I being obscene?"

Mammon stopped talking.

"Tell me, I'm quite interested to hear about it."

"Then you have to ask yourself." Mammon lowered his voice, and there was no emotion in his voice, "Although people in the Demon World are very immoral, even Asmodeus would not say anything casually to others Words like 'pursuing you' - you should know better than me that even if you rape Alice here tonight, it won't be any worse than your insincere confession."

Hearing Hongmao's words, the man smiled instead of getting angry: "How do you know I'm not sincere?"

"........."

You can tell it at a glance!

The red-haired young man was a little terrified by his laughter, so he swallowed the phrase "piss" alive in his stomach. As a result, he had been brewing for a long time but couldn't think of a milder way of speaking, so He simply fell silent... But at this moment, he suddenly saw a pair of sheepskin scrolls flying in front of him, and he quickly glanced at the sheepskin scrolls. On it was the bright red "stamp of confidential official documents" that only belonged to the demon king Lucifer. It made his eyelids tremble twice.

"Look for yourself." The man said lightly.

After pausing for a few seconds, Mammon pulled the scroll over, unfolded it and quickly glanced at it. After seeing key words such as "The Fifth Hell" and "The Styx Swamp is about to dry up", it closed with a snap. He picked it up and threw it back on the table like a hot potato.

"See?" The man sitting behind the desk smiled, but unfortunately there was no smile in those red pupils, "He ran away because of his willfulness, leaving behind the half-constructed Fifth Prison and a lot of Clean up the mess, I don’t have to pursue it—but now the fifth prison has obviously had problems due to the long-term loss of control. There is a problem in the core city of hell, how do you tell me to play?"

Mamen thought for a while, and also showed a tangled expression: "Human life is not long, you can..."

"I can't wait even a minute." The man sitting in the armchair sighed, and slowly closed his eyes, in the shadows, "Hell is always under construction, small troubles are fine, but I can't risk stabbing you." The danger of making a big fuss, let him continue to play willfully."

"...He will hate you to death if he finds out."

"Whatever." The man turned his face away, fixed his eyes on a corner of the room, and then said calmly, "It's not like I haven't hated it anyway."

"……………………"

Looking at the man's face half hidden in the shadows, as if wearing a mask, the red-haired young man hesitated for a while, and finally remained silent. With a bang, the red-haired man turned into a dove The pigeon tilted its head and let out a "coo-coo" sound, then fluttered its wings and flew into the night sky from the open window of the office.

And from the beginning to the end, the man sitting behind the desk seemed to be a lifelike statue, sitting motionless in his armchair... When the blood-red pupils turned, the cold eyes rolled from the desk. When scanning the opened scroll, the man paused, and the next moment, he heard a "poof", blue flames sprang up from around the scroll, and the scroll that was imprinted with the secret seal was burning quietly like this Exhausted.

After a long time, until the scroll turned into a pool of black ashes, the man's icy face finally seemed to be cracked, revealing a trace of inadvertent fatigue.

The wind mixed with moisture blows in from the window, and the night is as cool as water.