In the next few days, Liang Bing and An Lan have been repeating the rhythm of that day.

After waking up, I travel around the world to buy clothes, then watch movies, drink coffee, drink milk tea, swing, and read books for more than an hour before the library closes.

After closing, he held a stack of philosophy and literature books that Liang Bing liked, as well as the dark stream network recommended by An Lan and returned to Demon No. 1.

After coming back, while reading Liangbing, An Lan usually chooses to wander around Demon One, connect with different demons, and be familiar with the structure of Demon One, as well as the profession of each demon.

Then from time to time, Liang Bing would call An Lan over, either in the Demon Hall, or in the conference room, and the passerby would simply have a philosophical speculation in Liang Bing's bedroom.

A doctrine and order must have a core argument that stands on its feet, and there must be no obvious logical loopholes. Even if there is a loophole, you have to be able to use your own theory to fix it.

Failure to do so would lead to nihilism and a vicious cycle of self-doubt for its proponents.

After a few debates, Liang Bing's record was a total loss.

First of all, Liang Bing is a god who is not very good at debate, and secondly, Liang Bing's theory of depravity and freedom is a bit nihilistic, and there are too many places that need to be filled.

Liang Bing is on the defensive side, and she needs to make her doctrine and propositions perfect, at least without obvious loopholes, in order to win the debate, or at least win or lose.

But Liang Bing's disadvantage is that she can't read or learn what she doesn't agree with.

The stones of other mountains can attack jade, and what a doctrine needs to do is to fill in the details as much as possible to make up for the shortcomings and defects, and for this reason, it is not hesitate to quote the views of others and even enemies.

Liang Bing's character doomed her to have no way to complete her theory of depravity and freedom.

And Anlan is the attacking side.

He only needs to seize his own advantageous views, or debate the loopholes in the opponent's views, so Anlan was invincible from the beginning.

After a few debates, Anlan also won some lottery heads, and experienced the materials and feel of different brands such as Balenciaga, Burberry, Hermes, Chanel, etc.

Very moist.

On this day, Liang Bing finally stopped debating with An Lan. After losing for so many days in a row and being taken advantage of so much, Liang Bing also felt that it was time to take a break.

"Anlan, come to the No. 6 Operations Conference Room."

"Oh, come on~"

After eating and lunch, An Lan changed into a handsome suit and combed his hair into an adult, thinking that he would accompany Liang Bing to go shopping as usual.

It's just that after seeing Liang Bing's dress, he found that it was not the same as expected.

The makeup is still cold makeup, but the clothes are the same as the Demon Queen Morgana. Overall, it belongs to the cold state of the demon queen.

Behind Liang Bing, there were also several demons wearing black super sunglasses and black suits disguised as human beings.

"Where are you going today, my old North Nose." An Lan laughed, and easily untied his tie and threw it aside.

Then he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and adjusted the cuffs of his suit, and the business-style suit that was originally very similar to those demons became casual in an instant. ….

When you come out to mix, it's taboo to hit the shirt.

Liang Bing's eyes lit up when he looked at An Lan's operation, looked up and down, and exclaimed, "Your kid's clothes are good.

Wearing similar clothes on you, you feel more handsome than everyone else.

Also, you should call me Queen, or Liang Bing, and the old North Nose has a few meanings."

An Lan smiled but said nothing.

Liang Bing didn't care too much about An Lan's reaction, raised his hand and waved, and said, "Let's not play today, let's do something serious."

Some say that somewhere on Earth has sealed a powerful demon. Elbow, let's go and see."

Without waiting for An Lan to answer, Liang Bing used the wormhole technique to transfer the group (demons) to a desert with a long stretch of yellow sand.

Liang Bing walked in the front, pointed to the building in the distance and said, "Right there, someone is over there to pick us up."

An Lan walked quickly to Liang Bing's side, almost walking side by side with Liang Bing, and complained, "You can use the wormhole to transfer directly, why don't you just transfer to the bottom of the altar."

The demons who followed behind the two followed suit, not daring to get too close to the two of them, for fear of hearing something they shouldn't hear, and at the same time secretly admired An Lan's social skills.

It's only been a few days, and not only can I go shopping, watch movies, drink coffee and swing with the queen every day, but I even entered the queen's bedroom yesterday.

Is this the legendary little white face?

I can't envy it.

"Hmph, sister, I'll create an opportunity for you to chat with me, are you still not satisfied?"

Liang Bing twisted his waist and walked forward, complaining, "Let's walk from here to there, it will take about 5 minutes, and you can talk to me a lot in these 5 minutes.

Say something, but don't argue with me, headache."

Liang Bing gradually liked the feeling when communicating with An Lan, even if most of the communication was nonsense and meaningless, it also made Liang Bing feel very interesting.

An Lan glanced at the sexy long legs wrapped in a black leather coat and smiled, "It's the first time I've seen you wear this outfit with this kind of makeup.

Although it is said that beauty is always beautiful, it is true that a good figure must be matched with beauty to complement each other.

I love your legs to death."

"Humph!"

Liang Bing was quite satisfied with An Lan's praise, and raised his chin slightly and said proudly: "Queen, there is no place in my body that is imperfect.

You're only a sister to my legs, and your vision is still too narrow."

An Lan smiled, and suddenly asked without arguing, "Under your leather clothes, are you wearing ***?"

Liang Bing's expression changed suddenly, and his eyes looked a little embarrassed.

The bet during yesterday's debate was that if Liang Bing lost, she would wear the *** that Anlan chose for her in the next week. This was not a big gamble originally, and I always had the habit of wearing black silk when I was in casual clothes.

But who would have thought that something would suddenly be done today?

"Nervous, you."

Liang Bing said angrily: "Serious people, serious people who still wear *** under their leather clothes, isn't that an extra move?"

"I'll ask you if you're wearing it." An Lan still asked with a smile.

Liang Bing's eyes flickered, Xia Fei's cheeks felt that his walking posture was unnatural, and after hesitating for a long time, he still replied in a low voice, "Wear ...... I wore it. ….

Queen, I have always kept my word."

To be honest, the leather pants are really uncomfortable. But in order to fulfill the gambling contract, Liang Bing still endured.

What if because of his untrustworthy words, Anlan, who was recruited with great difficulty, is dissatisfied and runs away?

"Oh, hehe."

An Lan teased, "It seems that you are a goddess who is not very serious."

Hearing An Lan's ridicule, seeing An Lan's slightly playful eyes, he was very embarrassed, and found a reason at random, and angrily reprimanded, "Who asked you to walk side by side with me?

You're the boss or I'm the boss, what if someone else admits a mistake?"

An Lan raised his eyebrows, took a few steps behind without saying a word, and then stared at Liang Bing's hips that swayed from side to side because he was walking and twisting his waist.

Sensing An Lan's eyes, Liang Bing was even more uncomfortable, always feeling that An Lan's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, or directly tear off her disguise.

"Is it pretty?" Liang Bing asked with a sneer.

"You just said that there is no place in your body that is imperfect, and I agree with you now."

An Lan answered Leng Bing's question with a smile.

"Do you want to take a picture?" Liang Bing asked again.

An Lan thought for a moment, and replied quite seriously, "Next time, there is really no such atmosphere here."

Scold!

Liang Bing was angry with An Lan's answer, I dare to ask you if you really dare to answer.

"Do you have to be the queen and I kneel on the bed with my back to you, and you can shoot to have that atmosphere?" Liang Bing gritted his teeth and asked.

"It's great that you have this kind of awareness, let's bet on this next time."

"You want to be beautiful.

Little bunny, even the queen I dare YY!"

A little embarrassed Liang Bing scolded An Lan to the side, and punched and kicked him like flirtatious, of course, he didn't make any effort.

An Lan is not used to a cold and smelly temper, and he also returns the favor. Of course, there was no effort either.

The demons who followed the two looked at the two people who were fighting in front of them, and couldn't help but look at each other, how good has the relationship become.

In a little while, will the Demon Legion have one more regent?

After fighting all the way, everyone finally walked to the bottom of the altar.

"Stop making a fuss, be serious."

Although Liang Bing enjoyed the feeling of chatting and laughing with An Lan, he was down to business, so he slapped An Lan's hand away with a straight look.

An old man in a white robe standing under the altar saw Liang Bing leading everyone and walked over quickly.

After exchanging a few words with Liang Bing, he led everyone to the top of the altar, and at the same time introduced, "This altar has a history of more than 1,000 years......

Liang Bing pursed the corners of his lips and said disdainfully, "More than a thousand years is also called history.

I do whatever I want, and it takes me more than a thousand years."

An Lan, who was walking beside Liang Bing, teased, "For example, it took more than a thousand years to recuperate after being completely destroyed by Kaisha."

"Damn!

If you can't speak, don't speak!"

Liang Bing, who was poked at the pain point, angrily reprimanded An Lan, and then turned his head to the old man in white and ordered, "Go on."

The old man glanced at An Lan, and only felt that An Lan could stand side by side with the Demon Queen to talk and laugh, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.

But what does all this have to do with my trick?

The old man in white continued, "Legend has it that a thousand years ago, the high priests sealed this demon here.

But to break the seal and do as it is told, no one has the power to do it."

"What do you mean?" Liang Bing asked.

"I said I needed to find God's golden comb, and ...... Kunpeng's feathers, and the Black Knight's sword.

Finally, there's a spell to be desired."

What the hell is this?

An Lan complained: "Isn't this a pure lake making people, God and Kunpeng, this wave of Chinese and Western combinations, even the current online writers will not write like this.

And the Sword of the Black Knight, I don't know if it's the Dark Sword Twenty-One or the Dark Sword Twenty-two that is needed?

Twenty-one is okay to say, wait a few years to wait. If it's Dark Sword Twenty-two, it's troublesome, it's something that doesn't exist at all."

Liang Bing didn't pay attention to An Lan, An Lan always said something meaningless and strange for some reason, Liang Bing was used to it.

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