The Death Knell

Money is nothing to a Satan, but Lucifer is really rich and good at using the power of money.

There are various ways of manipulating human beings, and using wealth to seduce is actually one of the demons' forte will immediately realize that they have met a new fool.

Because whether it is gold, silver, jewelry, or banknotes and bonds, this kind of thing is only useful in human society, and the soul used for trading is the bargaining chip of the universe.

In addition, when this person completely sells his soul to the devil, or suddenly dies one day, these wealth will return to the hands of the devils again.

Because it’s common sense to sell high and buy low, when they don’t have human currency in their hands, they will go to some seriously ill and dying rich people, and propose another transaction, such as a one-hundred-million-dollar exchange for one day of life.

Often they will succeed, and those humans who are afraid of death can't wait to exchange their entire net worth for a few days of lingering.

Buy a batch of banknotes at a low price, use some magic or tricks to hang the traders' lives to complete the transaction, and then sell the obtained banknotes to young people at exaggerated high prices in exchange for souls, and profits are born.

This is what the demons do, and they wish there were as many fools as possible.

All in all, Lucifer has no home of his own, or rather, his home is in hell, or in a heaven that he cannot return to.

When living in Los Angeles, he long-term rented a presidential suite on the top floor of a hotel and lived there happily. He did leave **** behind, but he was still one of Satan, and he was supported by a group of loyal men.

There are many advantages to staying in a luxury hotel, the first being that you don't have to clean up yourself.

Every day, a waiter came to clean up when he left the room, cleaned up the men's and women's bodily fluids and excrement that had spread all over the suite, and put on new sheets and towels, and so on.

Secondly, Lucifer can't cook, no, it's not too strict to say that, in fact, he has mastered a cooking method, that is, hellfire barbecue.

But it’s been so many years since the Fallen Heaven, and the barbecue has long been boring. If you live in a hotel, Michelin chefs will cook in different ways every day and bring them to the suite. Lucifer just eats it, isn’t it just spending money? .

For this fallen angel, the powerful power at his disposal is only to serve himself and use it to better eat, drink, and have fun.

It makes no difference to him whether it is good or bad. He doesn't care if there is any existence that wants to destroy the multiverse. Anyway, he just needs to ensure that he can continue to be happy.

His happiness is also very simple, as one of Satan, he is the "all-rounder" of the seven deadly sins.

It is fun to overeat, it is fun to mess with the relationship between men and women, it is fun to give up others for oneself, and it is fun to lie down and fish.

But Lucifer is not a fun person. His relationship with God makes him tragic. All his behaviors at this time are actually silent protests.

This kind of person is sane and quick-thinking, and is only doing things that show his difference on purpose, so it is generally called 'Xiu'er.

"Dangdangdang."

He flew to the outside on the roof of the hotel and knocked on the glass, and Death Knell stared blankly at Satan who was drinking in the room.

There were about forty or fifty strong men and beauties all lying naked in the room and slumbering. Obviously, they used up too much energy last night, and the Demon King was admiring his achievements in this chaotic scene.

Lucifer seemed to have known it before the death knell arrived. He saw a few people outside the window, showing a perfect smile, and walked over to open the window and let everyone in:

"Oh dear death knell, I didn't think you liked going through the back door, come on, come in, have something to drink? I've got every kind of wine you can think of, of course, if you like blood I can get you Come on, who told you to be my favorite guest, hehe."

Speaking of vulgar meat jokes, he also twitched his eyebrows in a funny way, as if he was implying something.

Both Jesse and Rabbit looked uncomfortable, and the depraved and blasphemous scene in front of them made the two heroes naturally feel physically and psychologically uncomfortable.

But here is the awkward place. Lucifer is standing at the center of all the filth, but he is like a snow-white lotus flower in the glistening sewage, looking so pure and clean.

The dirtier he was around him, the more perfect he seemed, as if all evil was just a backdrop for him.

This kind of confusion is the most difficult to accept. The eyes and the brain tell one thing, but the soul holds the opposite opinion.

"Oh, let's just have a drink that humans can drink." Death Knell carried the orangutan across the bodies on the ground and walked towards the messy bar: "By the way, give the orangutan a drink, he hasn't had a drink yet. Had the **** demon king's wine?"

There were men, women and children in the room, and everyone had a suspicious flush on their faces. At this time, they were intoxicated with Lucifer's ups and downs, and they were all smiling in their dreams.

This Satan's taste is a bit unique, but he still can't shake the willpower of Death Knell, because after seeing his cousin's gameplay, Lucifer's side is far from enough!

No cows, no oozes, no strange, indescribable creatures in the suite, that's all?

Lucifer is still the same as when he was an angel, and he loves human beings deeply.

As a retired Demon King, it is Lucifer's hobby to open nightclubs, so he is also happy to pour drinks, and he doesn't mind his identity at all.

Rather, he knew he had served only God in the past, so serving every customer now would give him a vengeful pleasure.

Shirtless, with only a bath towel around his waist, Lucifer smiled charmingly and went around the bar to mix drinks. He leaned gracefully on the counter and chatted with Death Knell:

"Let's talk about it first, this orangutan is also a bar owner, don't steal my secret recipe for bartending in hell, hehe. By the way, don't be stunned by the two by the window. Come and sit, you can have a drink. Juice, just in the fridge, take it yourself."

He is very generous, because he just likes to be lively, and being noticed will satisfy his 'pride', and the more people staring at him, the more comfortable he is.

Rabbit looked at the red-fruited strong men who were crooked all over the suite, as if he saw a veritable devil's cave, he smiled awkwardly and politely: "Thank you, Mr. Devil, but I still can't go. , the air is better near the window."

Jesse is the same. As a beautiful girl, this environment is too exciting for her, so she keeps covering her eyes and just shaking her head.

"Ah, don't be so polite, Roger, just call me Lucifer, my friends call me that." Super Demon King smiled and released his goodwill, his smile was brighter than Superman, and his wink was more charming: Then please do it yourself, I will have a little chat with Death Knell."

The laughing fallen angel tilted his head cutely, pushed the prepared wine in front of the death knell, and asked his purpose with his eyes.

So Su Ming put the dream fragment about two flowers, UU reading www. uukanshu.com told the Satan, and also tasted the so-called **** mix recipe.

The smell of alcohol was almost indistinguishable, only the strange smell of blood and sulphur mixed together was left. Humans can indeed drink this thing, but it is another matter to drink it or not to die.

But out of love for animals, the wine Lucifer handed Bobo was completely normal, just a normal glass of gin and tonic.

"Barry ran into the super-time stream, which means that he may have entered any non-existent timeline, or went to any single universe that we don't know about. I don't think there will be any solution to going to the Sandman. There is a way, so I came directly to find you."

Death Knell drank the unpleasant Hell Cocktail, took out a carton of skim milk from his pocket and slapped it on the bar, and used a lamp ring to make pots and pans for Lucifer to cook milk tea on the spot, waiting his answer.