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The man himself does not know how long he has maintained this position.

Facts have proved that even an omnipotent demon will feel tired when he maintains a posture for too long-if the man was a little excited when he was grabbed by the wrist at the beginning, he could still lie on his stomach On the side of the bed, he admired the flushed cheeks and unsteady breathing of the brunette young man due to the effect of the medicine, and after about four or five hours, he still stared at the semi-conscious brunette young man without saying a word. Sleepy face, but the difference is that his attention began to become less concentrated, and occasionally, he would wander from the face of the black-haired young man to his waist, which had become a little stiff.

The bad thing is that in the past few hundred years, Lucifer has always felt that he has a good waist.

The ambiguous vocabulary of waist strength can represent many things.

When the idea of ​​"waist strength is not as good as before" was reluctantly stuffed into his mind, it has to be said that the man's mood became a bit bad-at this time, he hoped that for the sake of world peace, no one would come to his door to make trouble- —But contrary to expectations, almost when he had this idea, he heard a knock on his bedroom door.

The person knocked several times, as if he didn't feel the full resistance from the people in the room through the thick and gorgeous door. After knocking a few times without hearing a response, he " "Very consciously" pushed open the door, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and when he walked towards the man, the ram's horn hanging from his waist The flute swayed gently with his steady steps.

And when he stepped into the Dark Duke's bedroom, he saw the "Sleeping Beauty" lying on the bed and the "Prince Dark Horse" sitting on the bed obediently holding his hand—if it wasn't for him at this moment His heart was a little heavy, and he was likely to be forced to laugh out loud by the dreamy and affectionate scene in front of him.

Asmodeus came to the wide bed. At this time, the black-haired young man sleeping in the middle of the bed seemed not as painful as before, but his shirt was soaked with sweat. The son looked uncomfortably stuck to him, and the pale skin could be vaguely seen under the white shirt.

The slender silhouette faintly revealed under the white shirt made people unable to move their eyes away for a while.

After silently pushing himself to the lofty and painful position of "mentor" in his heart, Asmodeus moved his gaze away... After wandering for a while, his gaze finally stayed here Sitting on the side of the bed on the side of the man who kept a strange posture, the two looked at each other in the air. Before the number one berserker in hell even had time to speak, he saw the man sitting by the bed with his face paralyzed. His face raised his eyebrows, and he said in a tone that sounded like he couldn't hide his sarcasm, "You finally saw me?"

Asmodeus: "..."

It seems that his boss is not in a very good mood now.

Asmodeus pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and moved his lips, but before he could speak, he heard the man say again: "Actually, you are not so suitable for wearing glasses, Asmodeus, genitals are always genitals, even if you Tie a pink ribbon on top and tie a bow and it's impossible to make it look too cute to put it down."

Asmodeus took a deep breath, pretending that he didn't hear the personal attack, bent slightly and gave a military salute slightly: "Your Majesty."

The man beside the bed didn't move, just responded in a low voice, and then, as if he didn't see the stack of inspection reports that were about to be handed out in Asmodeus' hands, he just asked himself: " How are things going with the Queen's campaign?"

"...It's still in the early stages of preparation, and you know that once the selection is over, as a queen, you must—"

"Then stop."

"Oh, huh—?"

"That boy Mamen is right. The lifespan of human beings is actually very short, and the situation in the fifth prison can't wait for a moment." Turning the wet towel over - the movement is so proficient that people can't help but imagine how many times he has done this before. He made it clear that he should come back by himself."

"..."

Asmodeus suddenly heard that Mammon complained to him unwillingly. If His Majesty hadn't intervened suddenly, he would probably have brought his father back.

At that time, Asmodeus still felt that Mamen, that stinky brat, was trying to make excuses for himself.

Now, he kind of believes that there is a pig teammate who can't be said who has appeared among them.

The worst part is that this pig teammate is still the commander-in-chief-according to theory, what he says should be what he says.

After all, it’s different from Mammon’s brat who has everything written on his face. After countless times of commanding the hell General Asmodeus, he has almost developed a good habit of staying calm in times of crisis. Immediately restored his previous composure, he did not speak persuasive words, and he did not want to clarify how bad the situation in the Fifth Hell was. If he wanted to talk about the situation in Hell, the Lord of Hell himself, who is the core of Hell, knew better than him. .

To say it wasn't that bad is nothing more than talking nonsense with open eyes.

Thinking of this, Asmodeus remained silent, but just passed the stack in his hand: "Your Majesty, Alice's blood components have been rewarded."

The man sitting by the bed didn't speak, but just glanced at him calmly-this glance made Asmodeus's heart skip a beat, and he swallowed back the bad news that was about to come to his mouth. Now he just wants to Leave the report behind and run away—the only races that can breathe freely and survive in this weird atmosphere are single-celled creatures without brains and mammon.

Telling his subordinates to stay silent, the man had no choice but to take the document and read it for himself—when he saw the first line of words, his eyebrows raised along with Asmodeus's little heart, and when he saw the second line of words, he raised his eyebrows. , His eyebrows sank along with Asmodeus's stomach again, the Hell Lord who was sitting quietly by the bed flipping through the information with one hand did not speak, when he turned to the second page, his lips were already pursed It has become a straight line to the extent that the Bell Watcher of the Temple of Demons can ring the alarm bells of the whole city.

Lucifer did not read all the information in his hand.

In fact, by the time he got to the second page, he had already seen what he wanted to see—and the last thing he wanted to see.

On the third line of the second page, a very simple value is written.

[Blood type: Class IV, deviation value 5. 】

If it wasn't for watching Asmodeus create the blood coagulation potion himself, for a moment the man even wondered if there was something wrong with the potion that this guy made--if the information in his hand is analyzed from the blood alone, Not from angels, nor from arch-demons of any race.

After hell began to vaguely have the idea of ​​"creating a new race that can fight", for the convenience of research, the blood types were roughly reclassified by Lucifer—in the initial draft, he classified the blood of angels with holy power The blood of fallen angels and most advanced demons is classified as "Blood Class II"; the blood of humans is classified as "Blood Class III", and the rest are collectively classified as "Blood Class IV" class" go to -

For this blood type, Lucifer did not even make a detailed classification. When mentioning this type of blood type, he would usually use "hybrid" instead of it, and some demons who are not so particular about their words would say Quite directly with the rude word "bastard".

The deviation value is another companion that will appear at the same time besides the blood type. The reference is [Pure Holy Power], and the deviation value is divided into ten levels from low to high. The purer the holy power contained, the blood deviation value of most great demons is around "0-10", Lucifer himself is "1", ordinary angels are about "2-0", Michael counts as " 6", Metatron is also "8", human blood is not included in the calculation range, and some church members may have an unexpected deviation value infinitely close to "9" when they mix to the top.

And the blood deviation value is "5", which is a rather embarrassing number.

This shows that the "demonic power" and "sacred power" in the blood of the subject under investigation are completely synthesized. Logically speaking, such a creature should not exist—if it does exist, it must be a path The illegitimate child of Sifer and Michael or Metatron, or because of some special reason, a high-ranking angel deliberately injected holy blood into him without his knowledge and weakness. force.

Such a data report that can be said to have a very bad result, it is hard for Asmodeus to bite the bullet and send it over.

Sometimes he wondered if he was so brave because he had special escape skills that he didn't even realize.

But at this moment, the man sitting by the bed paused, he was no longer looking at the stack of documents, but the thick stack was completely deformed in his hands.

After a while, he straightened up slightly, and at the same time, when his eyes swept over the black-haired young man on the bed, he also easily broke free from the other's grasp——took this tiny Asmodeus, who saw the movement in his eyes, felt that it seemed to symbolize something—but soon he felt that he might have thought too much, and it was possible that Alice just caught His Majesty's hand before he pushed the door in. hand and he was about to break free from him but it was only temporarily delayed because someone pushed the door open...

The idea flashed through his mind quickly, and Asmodeus thought it should be like this, because he felt that it was best, so it was.

A mass of blue flame suddenly sprang up from a thick stack of documents, and the flame spread quietly like a greedy fire snake, slowly devouring the white paper and leaving only black ashes, and those ashes finally resembled the clouds floating down from the window. Snow generally fell at the man's feet.

Looking at this scene, his eyes were almost occupied by the blue fire light——Asmodeus moved his lips, and suddenly realized that he should say something, but when his eyelids twitched, he looked expressionless. When the man was sitting next to the bed, he felt that he had better shut up.

No one knows what happened to the black-haired young man lying in the middle of the bed now...

In fact, it is obvious that even he himself does not know what happened to him—when he decided to accept the identity of a human being and wander in the world, it is obvious that the memory belonging to the devil was sealed by himself in some way Get up——before he is willing to remember what happened, even if His Majesty wants to do it himself, he may be helpless.

Now it can be ruled out that Samuel is Lucifer's own son.

So now this situation can only be in the second situation, so the doubt arises: what happened to Samuel that made him so calmly expose himself to the angel's eyelids in a fragile situation? under?

Asmodeus thinks that Samuel is quite stupid sometimes, but he doesn't think he is so stupid as to be "stupid"—in other words, at least Asmodeus thinks that this matter has suddenly become a bit It's strange, if a complete and powerful big devil will have a momentary flaw when he leaves hell, then it can only be the moment when he comes into the world.

Coincidentally, how Samael came to the world is also a mystery that no one knows.

Ah, if you think about it this way, the doubts in front of you almost point to one direction——

When thinking of this, Asmodeus's heart skipped a beat.

It had been a long time since he had experienced this feeling of cold extremities and palpitations.

"His Majesty."

"..."

"Alice, couldn't she be summoned into the world by an angel using a demon summoning spell?"

"..."

The man sitting by the bed didn't speak, he just glanced at the black-haired young man lying unconscious on the bed with his pupils that were already red to the extreme at this moment, as if they were about to drip blood. After a long time, he seemed tired. Sighing deeply, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Continue to prepare for the queen's selection. Three days later, I will let Alice appear on the competition field."

……

After about ten minutes, Asmodeus left.

While he was leaving, the man turned and went into the bathroom without saying a word.

When the snow outside the window was falling from the beginning, and it turned into a blizzard at some point, Luo Xiu was awakened from his sleepy state by the sound of the bathroom door opening, and he opened his eyes. With his eyes still in a hazy state, the surrounding light was dim, he couldn't see where he was, he only knew that he was having a splitting headache at the moment - when he twisted his neck in the direction of the sound of the door being opened At that moment, he could only vaguely see a strong and very tall man walking towards him slowly with the light behind his back.

The light from the bathroom seemed to cast an orange-yellow halo around him.

The drops of water slid down the contours of his perfectly distributed muscles, and finally fell into the white bath towel trapped around his waist.

As the man walked step by step, the bath towel gradually became loose...