[The Seven Deadly Sins] On One Hundred Ways Anger Is Suppressed

Chapter 27

Samael's surprised eyes put Asmodeus in a good mood, "Baby, you really make me sad, you even forgot what I really look like."

In fact, it’s no wonder Samuel couldn’t remember.He has been in the human world for nearly thousands of years.After adding them to the sky, everyone except Lucifer changed their original appearance.

When he first came to the world to look in the mirror, he looked at his own face, and every time he felt that it was a strange face.He even forgot what he looked like, let alone remember what Asmodeus looked like.

"*! Where are you talking so much nonsense, and now is not the time to hurt you by reminiscing about the past. Are you standing there as a statue? Hurry up and help me restore this house!"

Perhaps his own magic power is slowly recovering, and Samuel can feel that Asmodeus' magic power has almost recovered.Thinking of this, Samuel couldn't help but rolled his eyes.It seems that no one knows which unlucky woman fell into his trap.Hey, it's really pitiful.

However, no matter what, the most urgent task now is to solve the fire that is about to turn into a big fire.If it continues like this, he may be burned to death.

"Ah, ah, don't worry, it's all trivial to me. But, when the fire goes out, Samael will give me a sweet kiss~ Otherwise, I won't help you."

Asmodeus snapped his fingers while talking, Huo stopped instantly as if he had received some order.He raised his eyebrows at Samuel, this is the time to show him.

Following Asmodeus' movements, the flames paused for a while, and then retreated neatly as if they were migrating. Even the burnt things returned to their original shape, and the flames flew around Asmodeus' body to the ground. His fingertips are as small and obedient as a little yellow warbler.

From nowhere, Asmodeus pulled out a rose flower, packed this small pinch of bright flames into a bud, and inserted it into a glass bottle on Samuel's bedside table, forming a kind of A romantic flower handicraft made only by magicians.

Uh-huh, Asmodeus is still so elegant, he didn't even mess up his hair, he seemed a bit embarrassed when he curled up on the bed and felt sorry for himself with his Elvis hairstyle.

Of course, this embarrassment disappeared with Samael's healing ability after a few seconds, and the long, straight red hair grew out again, covering Samael's body in a docile way, looking a bit lazy.

Samuel touched his hair, it was fine, and it returned to its original appearance.After confirming that he was fine, Samael raised his head and looked at Asmodeus on the side again.

"Tell me, why did you appear here? Don't tell me that it's a coincidence, I won't believe it." Samael ignored the roses that Asmodeus had inserted on the bedside, and took the roses he had just picked up. Put the basin that came over back into the bathroom.

Examining the bedroom, Samuel was relieved to confirm that it had indeed returned to its original state.If there is something burnt out, I guess Huo Lei can fight him.

Asmodeus sat down on the bed unceremoniously, "Dear Samuel, it really hurts me to say that. I came here specifically to find you. After seeing you, I feel that my All the magic power was restored at once."

Smiling, Samuel said, "You really think I'm an idiot, and I'll believe your words." His eyes conveyed his disdain for Asmodeus unceremoniously in his eyes.

Samael folded his arms and looked down at Asmodeus, he knew this guy too well.Sweet talk or something, he can always come naturally, and every time he makes the other party feel that he is very sincere.

However, they have been together for thousands of years.During these thousands of years, he has seen Asmodeus thoroughly.He always said: "Samael, you are the one I love the most." However, he doesn't understand what love is at all.

Compared to believing what Asmodeus said about love, Samuel felt that he might as well believe that Lucifer loved himself.What does this mean?This guy is talking about running trains, and none of his words are sincere.

Faced with the distrust of the other party, Asmodeus still looked at Samael with a smile on the face that had confused thousands of girls, but why did he always feel that something was wrong?

But what was wrong, Asmodeus still couldn't tell.Forget it, it’s just that something is wrong anyway, why are there so many!

Let's put it this way, Asmodeus must have changed a lot since they were still in hell.Not only his appearance and personality, but even his heart has been changed a lot by this mortal world.

In the past, he would not let go of the simple and coquettish Samael in front of him. He would either hold his arms up and down or stare at the adulterous with countless pink hearts.

If he made such an action, then Samael would be very sure, um, he was Asmodeus.It is impossible for anyone else to learn this "mode".

The thing that feels wrong is here, he didn't react like Samuel imagined.Instead, he sat there obediently, with two slender legs crossed in an elegant sitting posture, and even the hems of his trousers exuded a sense of abstinence.

Forbidden?Asmodeus?These two words are completely unrelated.Can you stop joking, is there something wrong with the settings?

In Samael's impression, the only connection between "abstinence" and "Asmodeus" is that "Asmodeus raped an abstinent woman".This must not be the image of Asmodeus at all, okay?

Thinking about the past, that was also the glorious history of Asmodeus.Even thinking about it now, Samael doesn't know what language to use to describe Asmodeus' "heroic achievements".

In the past, not to mention how many cute little girls were brutally murdered, even the girls of the nobles of the palace did not hesitate to take up their guns. For a while, he even liked to rape those abstinent people.

He also discussed this issue with Asmodeus, and he clearly remembered Asmodeus saying: "So what? This king just likes the feeling of seeing them struggling to beg me. This time, sexual desire is more able to meet the needs of this king."

During that time, countless monasteries and churches were ruthlessly destroyed by him, and the purpose was to build a harem in hell with only the nuns he had ruined.

This kind of thinking, in Samael's view, is really crazy.Of course, Asmodeus is such a person.So, when he really did this, Samael didn't feel anything.Instead, Lucifer, who surprised him, turned a blind eye to it.

Until one day, Samuel angered Lucifer because of something.Asmodeus finally finished the construction of the slut cage in hell.

However, this made Samuel greatly relieved.He was really worried that Asmodeus would bring bad things to hell if he continued to mess around like this.

Since then, Samuel has often thought, if the harem of Asmodeus is really built, it will probably be as big as Lucifer's palace, right?

But this is a good thing for Samael. After all, he doesn't have to push Asmodeus' head into the wall again. After all, fighting now is definitely not good for him.

And what about Asmodeus?Looking at Samuel's eyes, apart from the relief and the joy of reunion, there is only a small amount of excitement.So, it's very different from before.

Seeing Asmodeus like this, Samael suddenly felt in his heart that this person's life must be much more miserable than his own - although looking at Asmodeus like this also has a kind of bitter revenge Refreshing.

"Ahem..." Samael cleared his throat with a smile, and looked at Asmodeus. "Then, I don't think you really just came to me to help me clean up the fire."

"Haha, as expected of Samuel, you are so witty! Honey, you are so smart, what should I do, people really feel that they love you more and more~ Why don't you follow me."

Even so, Asmodeus still maintained the image of an elite scum of an elegant gentleman, and he even summoned an elf to help clean up Samael's residence.

You know, the life of Samuel, a person with a level [-] life disability, is basically a trinity of "eating", "sleeping" and "fighting".Huo Lei took care of him before, but now that Huo Lei is not around, he can only survive on his own.

As for washing the dishes after eating, folding the quilt after sleeping, and cleaning after the battle, those are other people's business.He felt that cleaning this kind of thing was really not in line with his status as a demon king.

When the summoned elf saw the pile of instant noodle boxes that had been violently dismantled and turned into cardboard pieces, and the sink full of bowls, he was about to cry.it regrets...

It looked at Asmodeus pitifully, begging Asmodeus not to punish it in this way.However, they were all ignored by Asmodeus.In the end, there was no other way, the little elf resigned to his fate and started to pack his things.

Asmodeus scratched his head, the light green hair looked very beautiful when it was twirled on his fair fingers, matching his temperament of a scumbag and lovelorn, he was about to fly coquettishly.

"I need your help, my dear Samuel." With a slight shrug, Asmodeus continued, "My... um... lover, he's been looking for me recently, but I don't want to be turn up."

"Lover?!" Samuel's eyes widened in surprise, "Wait a minute! Did I hear you wrong? You just said your lover? Your Asmodeus' lover? Is it like this?" , he must have heard something wrong.

With a very calm look, Asmodeus shrugged, as if he was not talking about himself. "You heard me right, it's my lover. I found true love in the world."

"...I need a little time to digest this matter, which really surprised me. I was worried that you might not find true love, and you would never be able to restore the position of the monarch."

"I knew it, my dear~ Are you jealous~ If so, I am willing to abandon him and be with you~"

"Forget it, this king is not interested in a guy like you who is full of sadness and sensitivity."

"Samael, you are really unfeeling. Can't even say something nice, can you comfort me?"

"So you want to hide with me?" Samuel held his forehead with some headaches.It's better not to talk about this question anymore, otherwise this guy will talk endlessly.

"My dear, you are too smart. As the saying goes, there is a world under a woman's skirt."

Samuel raised his eyebrows when he heard a word that made him feel very irritating: "Female?"

"Ahaha... It's also okay under a man's skirt, and I don't dislike it either."

Asmodeus' gaze landed on Samael's legs. This was the first time he had been playing a hooligan in a long time, and he almost blurted out.

In his memory, the usual Samael was either wearing thick armor or long trousers for easy movement, and he had no chance to see his real figure and appearance.

For Asmodeus, this was the first time he saw Samael's white and tender thighs, and he almost wondered if this man really lived on the battlefield every day.