The visit of the uncle Admiral was inevitable, but this way of surrendering made me feel very bad.

Intellectually, I can accept what the other person says, but it is inevitable that I will feel unhappy in my heart.

Apparently none of the staff of the temporary base of the Sea Capital could excuse me, not even Luvica, who was already considered quite close.

The Seraphs are much more humane than when they first came, but the complicated emotions are still incomprehensible, and her solutions to problems have always been simple and neat, and any goal that hinders or makes her feel bad has almost no second end except to turn into ashes.

Discussing this with Luvica is at best baffled by human sentimentality, and depending on her mood at the moment, there will only be two outcomes after the topic is over.

As a result, after chatting, they went back to their rooms to sleep, and the next day nothing happened, and they went as usual.

As a result, Luvica went out on a night trip after the topic was over, and then came back like nothing to do, and I had to wait until I got up the next day to finally find out what had happened last night.

Don't think that the second result is impossible, the difference in life level will lead to a difference in thinking, Luvica's previous battles are all at the level of dimensional warfare, and erasing the headquarters from the map is really not a big deal for her.

In order to prevent the previous Demon King's dark chess from disappearing into thin air, it is best not to mention this matter to Luvica, as it will not help and there will be a very big risk.

As night fell, after dinner in the Sea Capital, I returned to Timmeres City through the teleportation array set up in the basement of Guò, but not to convey the news of Beatrice's surrender to the headquarters, but simply to take a walk. Soothe the depression in your heart.

Same as Luvica, the second person in the entire Demon King City who is not suitable to talk to is Beatrice, although it is true that with her ability, she can easily be qualified for enlightenment, but Beatrice's best thing to do is to settle accounts after the autumn, with the crazy energy of the flower elf, its revenge is definitely more inhumane than Luvica's one-move kill.

Now that she has advanced from an intelligence officer to an underground worker, the natural wind is directly subordinate to Beatrice. They are proficient in all kinds of plotting techniques, and they are good at burying clues, and in the case of this hole card, even if it is explained that Beatrice is not allowed to play the black hand, the headquarters forces will definitely suffer from all kinds of "coincidences".

Considering that Diana's chengguan work is busy, I finally chose to go to the temporary Demon King City near the city, and successfully met the remaining Cyno.

"Lord the Devil. It's been a long time." As always, I knelt down on one knee, and not long after I entered the Temporary Demon King City, Cyno spontaneously came to him.

"A lot of things have happened in the sea capital recently, and before you know it, so long has passed." I shook my head with emotion and greeted Cyno, "It's been a long time."

Cyno was about to say something, but since the Headless Horseman's head was not fixed, the more perpendicular the sight was to the ground, the more likely it was that the head would come loose. Therefore, with the act of bowing his head, Cyno's head suddenly fell from the joint of his neck with a thud. Roll on the stone floor......

I haven't met for a while, but the style of painting is still so familiar.

"Even this part of the bridge is a long time gone." Holding back the desire to bring Cyno's head to tee off, I picked up the skull and stuffed it back into Cyno's body's hand, because of this sudden incident, I was not as depressed as before.

"My subordinates are terrified." Placing his head back in the incision between his neck and skull, Cyno bowed in apology. In a sincere tone, he said, "In order to show my apologies, my subordinates are mentally prepared to face any disposition, even if the Demon King wants to add a hunting game to the bed, or irrigation, irrigation, irrigation...... Enema, subordinates can cooperate 100 percent."

"Obviously, the hunting game is definitely more flavorful than the enema. But you're even more afraid of the latter!" When I realized that the first sentence I said was actually this paragraph, I couldn't help but feel sad about it, and look at what human habits have done to me, and even discussing yellow jokes with the opposite sex has become unchangeable.

Cyno didn't notice the entanglement in my heart at the moment, and he was still immersed in the fear of enema, and said with an extremely rare apprehension: "It's normal for subordinates to be so out of shape, after all, the organs in the back have no other use except excretion, and now it is really disrespectful to use this, such a filthy place to please the Demon King."

"The so-called respect for me, as early as when you put the yellow cavity on your lips all day long, there was no star left!" I bared my teeth and said, "And for men, as long as the subject's face is okay, then as long as there are holes, they can be used."

「…… My subordinates don't quite understand."

"I'll give you an example that makes people feel physically uncomfortable, try to think about the legacy of the second demon king, Timleth is fine, but in the free sea capital, the BL fandom she created is simply overflowing, and among those who have been crooked, there is a classic saying and mantra - whether it is a man or not, it will not get pregnant." I took a deep breath and said with palpitations, "The first half is not important, the key is that men don't have a hole in the front, and only the back is naturally left that can be inserted, and from this point of view, your psychological burden is completely superfluous."

Cyno's gaze drifted, and he said weakly, "My subordinates still don't think it's good."

"Nonsense, I can even accept Diana, it's just that I haven't played with real guns yet, and there is no pressure at the back door!" My tone was a little indignant, almost not the man who sang on the spot, you are majestic and mighty.

"Lord Demon King, you have a big heart, and you are definitely beyond the reach of your subordinates."

…… Gained respect in an inexplicable place.

"No, I'm not here today to argue with you about this." Finding that the original intention of returning to the Temporary Demon King City was unconsciously deviated by 108,000 miles, I first rubbed my temples with a headache, and then forcibly changed the subject: "Cyno, I want to ask you something strictly, please be sure to answer seriously."

"Your subordinates will answer you unreservedly."

"Well, I don't know what you think of my power as a demon king?"

Cyno's gaze slowly shifted downward, and finally stopped at the crotch of my pants, pursed the corners of his mouth, and slowly spoke, "Looks ...... It's majestic......

I'm not asking about that kind of "measure!! (To be continued......)

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