"Inexplicable." I don't know why, listening to the dead old man's words, Wu Yu always felt a little awkward when he heard it, but he couldn't say what the awkwardness was, but that inexplicable feeling of warmth made him very uncomfortable.

Shouldn't these two be friends in life? Why did that dead old man look at his words but give people the feeling of a father looking at his son, God knows how this feeling came about, anyway, it makes Wu Yu very uncomfortable, and even if he asks you what is the relationship between you and Lucifer, it is absolutely impossible to answer him by looking at the latter's appearance. Do you want him to ask you why you give me a fatherly feeling?

Hehe, I'm afraid it won't be Shi Lezhi who will ask this kind of brain-dead question.

"You want that power, don't you?" Wu Yu didn't know if the dead old man could see what was going on in his head, maybe he didn't see it, or he could see it but he didn't bother to take care of it, the appearance before the first issue, the voice at this moment finally became serious.

"Hmm." Wu Yu agreed.

"But do you know you're stupid?" The voice is very serious, but the seriousness makes Wu Yu crazy, that kind of terrible feeling makes Wu Yu can't help but want to scold, what the hell is going on, why can't this feeling be erased since it appeared?

What kind of person is he, why does he always give himself such a feeling, he doesn't know who the latter is at all, but he seems to know himself very well, not only himself, but even the existence of the little devil He knows very well, how does he know this, if it weren't for him saying that he was a dead man, maybe Wu Yu would have gone crazy, there is such a person who knows all his secrets, and he still exists in this world, if one day he faces this person, How can I overcome him?

But even though he was dead, where did he know these secrets? Shouldn't anyone know about these things, shouldn't it just be his own secret?

The dead old man didn't want to help him solve his doubts, but continued to talk to him in that instructive tone, "Since you already know that you can use the power, it means that the power already belongs to you, why do you still use this foolish method to get this power?" You also know who you are, and you know why only you can get that kind of power, it's your own thing, you can take it whenever you want, you don't need to get it in this stupid way, and it's just pure power, it's not the seven deadly sins, it has no soul, do you want to count on him to save you? ”

"If you think so, then you can only die here today, you don't deserve to live, even if there are devils with developed limbs and simple minds everywhere in hell, but why are there still people ruling here, why can some devils survive, and some can only die silently, why are there demon kings and slaves, because of the brain, I know you are very smart, but you are also stupid and pitiful, and you will be entangled in this kind of mentally retarded problem." The dead old man sighed softly, "And do you know who you are, do you know why you are here, and do you know why the Seven Deadly Sins will choose you?" Do you know what exactly you have? ”

"Did you know that those things are what every demon in hell desires?" The dead old man's gaze was as if he was looking at him somewhere, clearly knowing that he was dead, but Wu Yu still had this feeling, "But they don't deserve it, or before you appeared, there was no devil, human being, even a god, they didn't have this kind of thing, it only belongs to you, and only you can control him." ”

"You have also felt that kind of power, at the beginning, it was just because you were too weak, so he never appeared, and now you have indeed become stronger, but your brain has also become stupid, and you can think of this way of retardation." As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh softly, "Really, what do you think about it, that you would use your life to blackmail such a force?" ”

"I..." Wu Yu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to quibble, but when his mouth opened, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he didn't know how to refute at all, he was really stupid, wasn't he? It's just a force, even if it's Lucifer's power, it's just his own power, and he would even think of blackmailing that kind of force, blackmailing himself? Hehe, it's really stupid to think about.

"That power, you can take it away at any time if you want to, you don't need to use this method, the reason why it is not directly integrated with you is because you have no way to control it now, his existence can only bring you harm, but there is no benefit at all, but if it is only used for a short time, there is still no big problem, not to mention that little guy is here, even if there is a problem, with his strength to want to drag you back, it is still not a big problem."

"But don't think that with him you can do whatever you want to use it, because there are no absolute things in this world, even if he is him, he has his own limits, remember to use this power with caution until you can fully master him."

"Also, another point, is that you have to protect yourself carefully, you are the hope of all of us, if you die, then we are really dead, we still have hope if you live, maybe we are still alive." The dead old man was a little emotional, but Wu Yu still couldn't understand what his intermittent words meant.

"Do you mean, the blood of kings?" Wu Yu hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Oh, looks like you know something, too." The dead old man was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing, "The blood of the king, what kind of garbage is that, it's just something that is picked up by a group of waste, what so-called genius, something that happens once in a hundred years and once in a thousand years, it's just a lump of sticky waste." ”

"Hey, the blood of kings? That kind of thing may not even be qualified to bow down when you see you, that dead old man relied on that thing to defeat us in the first place, if it weren't for the fact that it was too difficult for our bloodline to condense to the extreme, how could there be any heaven or divine realm in this world? The poor big birds with their wings are only worthy of washing our feet. ”