Lucifer stopped laughing, stripped of the only humorous bits and pieces of humor. Ever since he fell into Yahweh's prison, this is still a topic that he can't easily coax the other party.

He raised two eyebrows as beautiful as the tentacles of young butterflies, and counted them down earnestly.

"You are really, worthy of being the stubborn supergod of Tianzi No. 1. Let me be clear, whether I am singing night and night, or pursuing pure love, any way of survival is just my own business. I am not Your Excellency's Hell and do not manage my eternal life for your pleasure! ”

He was very pleased with his fire, and the sight of Jawes's shrunken face was even more sweet.

Of course, he knew too well that this situation was one of the several desires that the other party needed.

In the style of the prettiest fireworks prostitute, he kicked Yahweh's thigh resting at his feet with satisfaction.

"Hmph, I know you have to make yourself ugly, and only I can make you so ugly."

Yahweh hunched up, every incarnated synapse filled with a tide of tears of joy.

He babbles meekly, like an infant spirit returning to its original state.

"Yes, only you can do this, no matter how many classes of you I make, the eternal reincarnation of all of them together cannot replace you for a moment..."

Seeing the afterimage of Michel jumping away, the corners of Beye's lips were filled with a smile that was obscene to almost beautiful.

Her presence caused the ghosts that Croce had always mastered perfectly to scramble out of her body, not only because of hostility and rivalry, but also because of her inability to admit the cowardice of her hometown, which made her private parts float goosebumps of fear.

It's the most superb of the hierarchy of fears: a sense of resemblance that is too reversed, radiating from the other person in front of you, with the vividness of time-shifting.

You look back in time as a butterfly and see an omniscient larva immersed in the murky seas, grinning at you.

"The irreplaceable top self, no life or superlife enough to keep up with the scenery, this is the devil boy we yearn for. Cunning as a cat, delicate as silk, the method of eradicating the suitors makes those poor insects like a fairyland, making it troublesome to call people. You spend countless eternities and cannot convince yourself that he will never be subordinate. This is your dead knot, and if the breakthrough is to be established, it can only be reborn by your death. ”

Croce raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Don't tell me, you're good counsel."

Bair's left hand wields a spear, revealing the inseparable "Divine Spear" - a silver sculpture with a gentle tip, outlining the head of a swan with a condensation of light, and the intricate intersecting lines highlight the strange object called "Yasgar".

She laughed heartily, full of good mood and self-satisfaction.

"The eldest lady still doesn't change her old style, and her suspicious beauty really complements you. However, I don't have such a good thing, and I don't have a boring interest in stumbling over you. In order to start my 10,000-year cultivation plan as soon as possible, I just want to push you and help you achieve good things, so that I can remove the only barrier between me and Yixia. ”

Croce narrowed his eyes, his seemingly lazy half-closed eyes full of disdain.

"Don't say you can't do my good deeds, even if you take 10,000 steps back, will you give up half of my body to you as a bastard wallowing in the filthy ditch? I think I'm different, at best, I'm a good-looking disciple, but in the end, what I want is not exactly the same as everyone else? ”

Beyer's free hand spread beautifully, and wisps of silk flowed out of his fingertips, which were originally as transparent as claws.

Those silk threads spilled into Kroce's force field, affectionately picking out the relics of her reluctantly hidden past, and the moment the white horse crossed the border, she relived countless rounds of ups and downs.

Like a soft golden hoop spell, Bayer's move made her almost burst into tears in the blink of an eye.

"I suggest that each other open the skylight and say something. Miss, I have always admired you, and at the same time regarded you as an equal rival. I know that you want to be seen by him more than the object of your desire; Rather than tearing him to pieces, you're more glad to see him lose his unshakable arrogance and sink into the garbage dump you've long been tired of. ”

Baier graciously picked up the back of Croce's hand and printed a meaningful kiss.

"The secret is, unless you don't think of him as something first, you'll always be tossing and turning in his back."

Croce was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to care about his close contact with this opponent.

"But, but, if he makes a mistake because of this, you yourself will lose any opportunity at all!"

Beyer's deep pit eye, which was enough to absorb all the halos, was so warm and vast that it reminded Croce of an ancient jade called "Lifelike" in an instant. She was sincerely grieved, so that her opponent could not be suppressed, and only wanted to help her howl out of the unrecoverable death.

That's not true. Regardless of whether he will be devastated by your letting go, even if he is, I will not care about his changes - no, to put it more clearly, the person I love even contains his downfall and degradation, his weakness and sorrow, which you cannot bear.

"From the very beginning, I was at odds with anyone I admired. If you want to talk about the reason for falling in love with him, it is not so much the ice and fire that you want to see him, his purity and cunning, but the fact that she can't help but self-deceive, preserving his fragility for a moment.

"Being able to make him dance on the palm of my hand and let him throw himself safely may be my supernatural fate. After wandering so many extra-dimensional dimensions and trekking through so many "Ji Ya" time vectors, he always had to get a prize that he didn't want to use - falling into the arms of an object who didn't ask her to be the master, and being a young lover without any scruples. ”

The whirlpool emanating from Croce gradually diffused into bitter resentment. She grimaced, retracted the fluctuations of the confrontation, and walked away as if no one was there.

Bair stroked his hands heartily, annotating his seemingly finished words.

"I hope you'll have an epiphany, Miss. Instead of pestering a lover who is untouched by you, it is better to let her miss you as if she was lost. Once you take the initiative to cut the umbilical cord, you will find the price and reward of growth: empty solitude can be tasteful, and full of grabbing will only increase emptiness.

"What's more, my devil boy can't afford to take that boring wanderer as an arrow. If you are free to do what you want and abandon what you are evil, you don't have to put a scarecrow around you to drive away crows! ”

The original homemade pursed lips and smiled, but it couldn't help but evolve into a crisp sound. In this moment of victory, Beyer's lower body glows with a precipitous heroic spirit, and each mane undulates with a delicate degree of scab to express its pride.