"Ha, I always feel like I just missed 100 million, inheritance? What the hell? I don't know anything, hey, hey, it's impossible for me to encounter this kind of thing if I do a random battle mission, shouldn't there always be someone behind the scenes? ”

Carlos began to think about it in pieces, and the white silver meteor was about to escape, he didn't know that he had been given a dirty name by Carlos, now he just wanted to get out of here alive, the monster in front of him put too much pressure on him, even the city lord of West Willy City where they were located may not be as strong as him, but the body feeling has always been a very strange thing, and he should just be an illusion.

"Hey, boy, don't run, you don't want anything. Carlos's gloomy voice sounded in the ears of the silver meteor, how exaggerated this monster's reflexes and perceptions were, he was obviously so careful.

The silver meteor showed a timid look that did not match his tall stature, and he replied resignedly:

"I just want to help you explore the way, after all, this place is full of dead spirits, and if you don't pay attention, you will be attacked, this is a very dangerous place, of course you need a spy to go to the front road to check the situation for you." ”

Carlos plucked out his ears and smashed a ghast with a fist that was going to come and sneak attack, this kind of primordial ghast that can't see the strength of the enemy is really stupid, not even instinctive, only the purest appetite, want to devour everything, want to have everything, driven by this kind of thing to be afraid of death, but they don't know that they are just a pile of residues.

"What is that inheritance? Can you tell me more about it, I'm curious, what kind of inheritance is there here, are you sure it's not a trap?"

Carlos is really curious, is the current demon's IQ all used to pay IQ tax? The devil's selfish egoist can leave some unwanted rags for the latecomers to pick up, let alone leave any inheritance here, do you think it is the group of cultivators in the East?

The general environment is different, for the demons who can devour their brothers and sisters without pressure to become stronger, and can kill their loved ones for the sake of strength and power, and leave their own power and knowledge to outsiders who have nothing to do with them after they die?

In other words, it is equivalent to being a philanthropist, or announcing that all his property will be donated, and not everyone is Carlos, who is a strange wonder that says that demons are not like demons, and that humans are not like humans.

Carlos, he also wants to build a cave after death and leave a book of swordsmanship or peerless magic or something, but I'm very sorry, he really doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, and using mental power to forcibly control things is completely different from the kind of easy freehand that flies out of the scabbard with a flying sword as soon as his mind moves, and takes the enemy's head thousands of miles away.

"It is a lineage left by the predecessor of the middle demon god, and there are very few people who know about it, so I came. "Silver Meteor thinks that although Carlos is stronger than him, he should only exist in the same realm, otherwise how could he be interested in the inheritance here, and even deliberately pretended not to know his own information, which is really shameless.

"Oh, the middle demon god, it's so boring, I thought it was a shocking inheritance left by a peerless powerhouse that could cause the whole hell to hang up bloody storms, cut, boring, I'm leaving. Carlos looked at his current loot, and there was a map showing this plane, this kind of map Carlos had made one in the underground of the snowy world, but his casual half-finished product did not have the ability to disarm the interference of the dead air and reveal the location of the powerful ghast.

"Wait, aren't you curious about what a glorious past that mid-ranking demon god had? Guys like us, the lowest-ranking nobles in Hell, who have no backers above and haven't joined any faction, have cut off their future, even if it is completely against our own path, at least it provides us with a possibility. The silver meteor looked at Carlos, who was ignoring him, and the strong contrast made him cry out.

"Don't you really doubt that there is anything wrong with that inheritance?" Carlos looked at the silver meteor with an excited face, a little unable to understand his thoughts, Carlos, who had a lot of choices, really didn't worry about which direction he should develop in the future, and now that he has completely mastered the power of scarlet magic, he will naturally grow to the top demon god even if he doesn't do anything, not to mention that he has multiple ways to become stronger, so he naturally can't understand the pain of others who can't move forward.

The silver meteor looked at Carlos and didn't stop him, and directly looked up to the sky and shouted: "Even if there is little hope, I need to fight, this lord, risk is never an excuse to become stronger, I will definitely walk on the road to becoming stronger, even if I die halfway, as long as the road is brilliant enough." ”

Isn't this guy the protagonist of the old-fashioned hot-blooded comics from somewhere, is this kind of character still popular now or in the anime? Is it going to appear that I hit his dream later, and then he roared angrily, "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young man to be poor!" or what "the sea is to the boundless sky as the shore, and the mountain is the peak", and then it didn't take so long for him to be slapped in the face by the rapid rise.

Carlos's eyes were strange, he had robbed him of so many things before, but in fact they were just some miscellaneous items that he didn't need, even if it was a shiny silver look and a full-body armor that was not worth a few bucks when he sold it.

Carlos solemnly returned all his belongings to him, and bared his white teeth, gave him a thumbs up, and shouted with the same passionate emphasis that only a supporting character in a hot-blooded comic strip could have:

"Young man, you really have dreams, take your equipment and work hard, go chase your dreams, I won't bother you, bye. ”

Looking at Carlos, who disappeared in the darkness, the silver meteor was puzzled, what was this hideous-looking man doing here, could he be hallucinating.

"Forget it, it's still important to get down to business, these soul beads are still five short, hurry up and collect all the pieces to open the door of the tomb, the demon god who is good at necromancy doesn't fit his path at all, but you can join the temporary choice." Silver Meteor looked at the map and muttered to himself, the doubt of the matter temporarily suppressed by him, like an insignificant episode.