How to Feed a Succubus

The line shortened rapidly. Seeing that the door was getting closer and many demons came in and out of the store, Reynolds' palms were sweating.

Simon, who was standing in front of him, took a bite of the bread and patted Reynolds on the shoulder, "Don't worry, their requirements are very loose. And the queuing is not counted as part-time work within 2 hours."

Reynolds breathed a sigh of relief.

The team soon came their turn, and the door ahead of him was already in, and Reynolds took a deep breath and walked in as the door opened.

"What level are you?" Behind the mahogany table, the npc wearing glasses repeated his lines.

The game "Down with Demons" has recently changed its settings. The little devils who are not in the dungeon can set hidden levels, so just now Reynolds didn't see the levels of other demons.

Reynolds looked up. After the Son's kiss, he gained a lot of growth experience, and he almost reached level 7.

Ulea is awesome!

"I'm level 6." Reynolds puffed out his chest proudly.

When he goes back, he will kiss Master Yuria more often and become a very powerful demon.

The steward shook his head regretfully, "Sorry, your rank is too low."

Reynolds was stunned, his eyes immediately turned red, and he was at a loss for a while and murmured: "Then I'm level 7, and I'll be level 7 soon, and I promise to be level 7 tomorrow."

The npc in charge still shook his head indifferently, "Sorry, we don't accept demons below level 30, and neither do other shops."

Reynolds burst into tears.

The little succubus didn't cry loudly, but shed tears silently, and the teardrops glowed under the light, which made the demons who looked at him feel unbearable.

Reynolds was very sad. He waited in a very long line. In fact, he was tired early, but he was embarrassed to say.He waited patiently, and when finally the line came, he was not wanted, but no one else wanted him either.

"Sorry, we can't do anything if we let it go." The npc in charge apologized regretfully.

Reynolds lowered his head and moved away, sniffing, his nose was red, and he looked very pitiful.

The demon from behind came in, and the steward checked his level, checked his basic points, and let him in.

Reynolds stood beside him pitifully, looking at the other demons with red eyes.

Rodney sighed, "Even if you come here, you can't make much money, and the rich owners don't care much at all."

He was a demon of despondency, often uttering despondent words, his eyes drooping as if he hadn't woken up, and his brown curly hair curled fluffy around his head.

"It's okay to go out and beg with a broken bowl if you really can't, you don't need grades."

Rodney glanced at the steward quietly, "Besides, working here is very troublesome. Although it's not too tiring, it's really tedious. That salary doesn't feel worthy of the brainpower spent."

The blue veins on the steward's forehead were throbbing, "Since you don't like us, sir, please go out."

Rodney tilted his head, "Ah, did you hear me? Even though you didn't answer my questions before, aren't you deaf?"

The steward looked even angrier.

Rodney and Reynolds stood outside the door.Reynolds looked at Rodney with wide eyes.

"Well... How can I beg?" Reynolds looked at Rodney with tears in his eyes.

Rodney frowned and lowered his head, "It's so annoying, why do you have to bring children, children are the most troublesome, how can there be demons who can't even beg? The master must be very good, the master is so good Are you also looking for a job? It can be seen that it is not particularly good."

"No, no, my master is very good. I sneaked out by myself." Reynolds explained stubbornly for Uriah.

But Rodney was about to fall asleep. "Begging is to take a broken bowl and find a shady place to stay and sleep. It's just a mediocre income. It's not as good as picking up trash in the trash can. But the money earned by picking up trash is not worth it." It’s not worth the labor I expended, and it stinks..."

Rodney unhappily took out two bowls from the package, snapped his fingers aside, and threw a small piece of porcelain into the trash can. Reynolds didn't react, and watched him squatting down and walking away. Grabbed a handful of ashes on the ground and sprinkled it in.

The white bowl was immediately dirty.

Rodney handed a bowl to Reynolds. Just as Reynolds stretched out his hand, he asked again: "By the way, what level are you? Today, begging is limited to a single level. Anyone with an odd level is not allowed to go out to beg."

"Level 6...Level 6." Reynolds replied tremblingly.Is begging so strict?Luckily for him then.

Rodney nodded, and said dejectedly: "It's so low, I really am taking care of children... Then when you go back at night, remember to ask your master to upgrade you to level 7. Tomorrow it will be the turn of even-number begging."

Rodney walked forward, and Reynolds followed behind him obediently, listening to his thoughts all the time.

"It's good to have a low level. Why can't I lower my level? That way I don't have to do other work every other day. It's really tiring, but begging is more comfortable. Can you find a chance to die a few more times... "

Reynolds silently wiped the sweat from his brow.

Rodney found a shady place to lie down and fell asleep. Before Reynolds could even react, there was the sound of snoring next to him.The big demon curled himself up to sleep, and the black air floating above covered his body with a thin quilt, and there were a few large characters on the quilt - "tired", "sleepy", "poor", "mourning" and "Give me some money."

Reynolds felt that Rodney looked really miserable like this, and he wanted to give him money just looking at it.

Reynolds looked left and right, and the demon next to him quickly removed his horns and arms, and leaned back.

etc!Isn't horns a bag growing on the head?Why can it still be taken off?

Oh my god!How can the tail be picked? !

Reynolds looked at him in shock, feeling that the three views of being a demon were shattered.

He looked in horror at the place where the tail was removed, "spitting" blood, his eyes were red with fright, and he shrank back with his legs hugged.

Well... so scary!

After a while, Reynolds saw the gold coins in front of him clattering into the bowl.

Reynolds turned his head and quietly raised his hand to pull out his horn.

"Woo..." Reynolds buried his tears in his legs and streamed down.

It hurts.

How can it be so painful? !

I'm really a useless demon, I can't even bear this kind of pain, other demons are so powerful.

Not afraid of pain.

With a "bang", Reynolds' head hurt, and he raised his head to look blankly at the demon in front of him.

"Are you an idiot? He got fake horns, a fake tail, and a blood bag. Who would really pull it out like you!" Alex squatted down in front of him, watching and crying speechlessly. A little devil with a face full of flowers.

"Here you go, go home quickly, how could a player let a stupid devil like you out?" Alex pouted, reaching out to put all the gold coins in the bag into a bowl.

Reynolds shook his head desperately, "No, no, you are here to make money, I can't take yours, your master will be unhappy."

Reynolds held the bowl and handed it to Alex.

Looking at the fluffy head of the little succubus, Alex stretched out his hand and rubbed it fiercely, "He won't, he's a rich man. Just because I blew up his house in a fight, he let me come and experience life. "

The demon on the opposite side said angrily: "How stingy, he already bought ten sets, and if he blew up one set, there are still nine sets left."

Reynolds: "..."

Reynolds silently put away the money bag.

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