ghost world

Mamen's heart was beating wildly up and down, and she dared not take her eyes off the clear and beautiful face in front of her for a moment, for fear of seeing a little bit of regret or apology in his eyes.

but.

Metatron stared at the ring for a long time, then suddenly said, "I don't like this style."

"Style?" Mammon expected many answers, such as: Sorry, I can't accept it.Another example: Thank you, I love you too.But absolutely none of it has anything to do with style.So he was stunned for three seconds before he came back to his senses, "Then what style do you want?"

Metatron smiled and said, "Simple is fine."

Mamen lowered her head, and slowly closed the ring in her palm, as if she was bearing something.

"Mammon?" Metatron moved his head closer.

Mammon raised her head abruptly, and the light in her eyes almost burned two holes in Metatron, "Meta." The voice was hoarse and completely opposite to the expression.

Metatron looked at him with a smile.

"I love you." After Mammon finished speaking, her lips pressed heavily against Metatron's.

Metatron subconsciously leaned back, but the back of his neck was quickly embraced, and the burning temperature came from his lips.

Mammon closed her eyes and indulged herself at this moment.

The soul that has been wandering lonely for thousands of years finally found a harbor at this moment.The pain, confusion, disappointment and annoyance of the past have all become the prelude to the symphony of love.No matter how intense and vigorous it was at that time, it has now turned into a river of sweetness flowing slowly.

Metatron grabbed Mammon's hand and slowly pulled it away.

Mammon opened her eyes.

Metatron's blue eyes were close at hand.He could clearly see his own reflection in his pupils.

"Mammon." Metatron tilted his head back slightly, and then smiled, "I think it's time for a cup of coffee."

Mammon sat down again, but her mood was the same as when she first came here.

Made it, made it, made it...

There are fireworks secretly in his heart.

"Tonight..." Metatron began.

"Tonight?" Mammon's eyes lit up, looking as excited as a young man in first love.

Metatron said: "I'm going back to heaven tomorrow, so I have something to explain tonight."

"You still want to go back to heaven?" Mamen's mood fell from heaven to hell.

Metatron said: "Yes. I'm going back to sell vacations."

"Don't you think it's a good thing to have an unlimited vacation?" Mammon tried to dissuade him.

Metatron laughs: "Heaven won't always keep me without pay."

Mamen leaned forward slightly, and said in a very solemn tone: "What do you think, how about a part-time job in hell?"

"Part-time job?" Metatron blinked.

Seeing that there is a door, Mamen continued to insist: "Didn't you have two black wings? It's normal to come to hell to work part-time. You don't need to fall, you just need to have a name. You will get a salary." He tried hard to seduce.

Metatron raised his eyebrows and said, "Sounds good."

"Pretty good." Mammon took out a dozen blank checks from his pocket and flew them in front of Metatron, "Fill in the salary as you like."

"Really?" Metatron took out a pen and wrote a one at the amount, followed by eleven zeros. "That's okay?" He smiled and held up the check for him to see.

Mammon was speechless.

Metatron hurriedly said, "I'm just joking."

Mamen said, "Bring the check."

Metatron flew back to him.

Mamen stretched out her hand and said, "There is still a pen."

Metatron was puzzled, but handed it over anyway.

Mammon took the pen, directly added three zeros to the end of Metatron's series of numbers, and then signed her name smartly, before saying in satisfaction: "This is more or less the same."

Metatron looked at the check flying back and the long line of zeros on it, silent.

Mamen drank the red wine leisurely and said, "Has the salary in heaven not increased yet?"

Metatron said, "I don't know. I didn't get paid a long time ago."

Mammon frowned and said, "Then what do you usually spend?"

Metatron said, "I don't need to spend anything."

Mammon remembered that Metatron had been on a hunger strike before, and felt distressed again. "Tell me what you want in the future. No matter what it is, I will try my best to achieve it."

Metatron said, "Whatever?"

Mammon nodded.

"Creatures too?" Metatron asked.

The corners of Mamen's mouth couldn't stop rising, and she nodded vigorously.

Metatron said, "I want Hibbe."

"..." Mammon's smile disappeared.

Metatron said: "God has decided that Shipley will continue to be the commander-in-chief of the Tenth Realm, and Hipper will be his deputy. So I think..."

"I promise you." Saying so, Mammon's voice sounded a bit muffled.

Metatron said: "If possible, can you add Julian?"

Mamen said: "If you need, I can pack Abaddon and Poggy together."

Metatron was stunned.

Mamen said: "The debts owed by the two of them doom their future to be in my hands."

"Oh?" Metatron smiled and raised the check in his hand, "I don't think I'm in debt, do I?"

"It's not you, it's me." Mammon looked at him affectionately and said, "I owe you a debt, and my future is destined to be in your hands."

Metatron lowered his head and gently stroked his lips.

The next morning, Metatron returned to heaven.

Mamen sang eighteen miles to see each other off, all the way to the exit of the tenth realm, and then reluctantly came back.

Raphael left the tenth world when he was in the tenth world of extra cakes, so the tenth world is currently in charge of mammon.

After returning, he immediately switched from the gentle lover mode to the money-grabbing devil mode. He was indifferent and mean, and very efficiently urged the huge machine of the Tenth Realm to run at high speed.

The angels headed by Passot were squeezed until they had no breathing power, and the most frightening thing was that even if they were squeezed like this, they would not get sick.That said, they have absolutely no excuse for being lazy.

This situation lasted for ten days, and it gradually became more serious.

Fortunately, when some angels in the tenth world began to calculate the odds and costs of the rebellion, the representatives of the dwarf business group arrived in the tenth world.Their arrival greatly diverted Mammon's attention and rescued them from the dire straits.

The representatives of the dwarves obviously didn't realize that their arrival was silently solving a revolution. They were fascinated by the beautiful resources of the Tenth Realm, and deeply regretted their decision to miss the summit meeting.Although this decision is extremely wise from Mammon's point of view.

Annoyed, they quickly devoted their enthusiasm to the cooperation in the three realms.

It is said that it is the cooperation of the three realms, but in fact hell only plays the role of bridge, introducer and guarantor in it.Although the representatives of the dwarves were dissatisfied with the large-mouthed commission of the Mammon Lion, they could only agree after seeing the huge business opportunities in the Tenth Realm.After all, the benefits that can be obtained are more objective than the benefits that are withdrawn.

Seeing the representative of the dwarves go on the road like this, Mammon's depression accumulated for many days finally eased a little.He quickly made a list, listing in detail the various technological support currently needed by the Tenth World.Not only that, but next to the items in the list, there is a clear price.

When the dwarf representative saw the price, his face turned half black. "Master Mammon, this price is a bit, a bit..."

Mamenshi leaned back on the chair gracefully.But in the eyes of the dwarf representative, it is a cheetah pretending to be elegant and leisurely, but actually waiting for the opportunity to catch its prey at any time!

"The Tenth Realm has gone through so many ups and downs to get to where it is today, it's not easy." Mamen said.

The dwarf representative nodded repeatedly.

"So, in line with the principle of mutual benefit and mutual assistance in the ten worlds, shouldn't you do some appropriate assistance?"

The dwarf representative stopped and stared at him with wide eyes.

Mamen made a gesture and said, "This number is already a very good deal for you."

A dwarf represents an O-shaped mouth.Why can Mammon calculate their profits so accurately?

As if seeing through his thoughts, Mammon smiled and said slowly, "Because I am Mammon."