That night, Chu absorbed the crystallization given to her by Lucifer and lay in the palace built for her by Mamen. She did not express any comment on Mamen's luxurious architectural style. For her, the room would be enough to be able to live in. If there were any places to pay attention to, it would be better to be softer.

While complaining that Chu didn't know how to appreciate his great works, Mamen tied a wind chime to Chu's head of the bed before leaving.

To be honest, it's like taking care of children.

There was a huge skylight in Chu's room, which allowed her to lie on the bed to see the night sky. The wind would blow in from outside the skylight, blowing the wind chime beside the bed, making a light sound. It would not be very noisy, but instead make people feel more quiet, just like the sound of rain in the middle of the night.

She fell asleep gradually, and she slept very comfortably that night. She didn't feel happy, but the peace in her heart showed this. She seemed to have forgotten everything, but just fell asleep deeply. She thought she was too tired.

What she didn't know was that it was just a dream built for her by the lazy Belfinger, a dream that could temporarily forget everything, nothing, nothing, nothing.

Chu Wu was unable to live in the Demon Realm for a long time. On the fourth day, the voice began to summon her back, and then she left.

When he left, he asked Mamen if he could give her the wind chime.

A very complacent smile appeared on Mamen's face, but then he said as if he was not caring at all.

"Since you pray so much, I will give it to you."

When she first picked off the wind chime, she saw what was carved on the wind chime. They were the seven angels. How strange it was that the gift given by the devil actually carved the angels.

"These are the seven virtues of the God Realm." Mamen stood aside and said lightly, "May they bless you."

"What about you?" First look at Mamen, why didn't you carve themselves?

"We are demons." Mamen grinned, blinking fiercely with scarlet eyes. "How can you bless you?"

"I haven't seen them before." Chu said in a vague way.

"You will see it." Mamen shrugged. "You can beat them hard at that time."

Obviously, he hasn't forgotten the first attack on him.

"Then they will forgive you."

Mamen said in a very light voice, reaching out as if he wanted to pat Chu on the shoulder, but when he saw his sharp clawed palm, he put his hand down.

"What did you say?" Chu was stunned for a moment without hearing what he said.

"Nothing." Mamen waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

"Yes." Chu hung the small wind chime around her waist and walked out the door. Following her steps, the ringtone sounded softly.

"Sunday, oh no, first." Mamen suddenly stopped her.

"What's wrong?" Chu turned around and asked.

"If you are not used to living there, you can come back and have a look at it any time." Mamen spread his hands and said a little embarrassedly.

Chu lowered his eyes and nodded, "Okay."

After saying that, he left.

Mamen stood there, but his mind was filled with the ridicule from Levitra and the others.

"If you are not used to living there, you can come back and check it out anytime. What are you talking about Mamen? Hahahaha."

This is the voice of Leviathan.

"Although I'm a little stupid, it's still a progress." This is Asmontis' voice.

"Good job." This is Lucifer's faint reply.

"It's OK, at least Mammen knows how to express his feelings." Bezebu is still gentle, but there is a smile in his tone.

"Well, is there any problem with what Mamen said?" Satan said that he could not understand what others were laughing at.

"······" Belfinger fell asleep.

Damn it, I forgot that they all came.

"You didn't hear anything just now!" Hearing their ridicule, Mamen denied what he had just said in anger.

It is obvious that when we first left, all the seven sins came, but they did not come in their own form.

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When he first returned to the wasteland, the voice found her immediately.

However, it did not speak immediately. It seemed to notice something strange about Chu. Chu had an evil body, an evil that she had never brought back.

But the voice was silent for a moment, and did not say it out loud, but instead said.

"You're back."

"Yeah." Chu responded to the sky.

"How is it there?"

"It's much better than here." Chu said to the truth.

"Um." The voice paused awkwardly, and it really couldn't refute this.

The Apostle Wasteland, there is really nothing.

"Then, are you ready for your next mission?"

"Yeah." Hearing the task, Chu's expression became serious.

"This time, you're going to bring the silver spirit back (in case of blocking)."

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It is not an exaggeration to say that humans are creatures composed of.

For money, power, reputation, and even knowledge, and unknown, these are the fundamental driving forces that drive people's actions.

It can be said that humans can develop to this point and evolve to this extent, which is more strongly separated from them than any living creature.

And among all of this, there is one of the most fundamental and primitive. Its time of appearance is almost equal to survival, and this already exists when humans are still monkeys.

Of course, at the beginning, it was just a reproductive instinct.

However, as humans evolve more and more, this instinct gradually changes. It is called a desire (to prevent shielding), and it occurs in between, but the pleasure is above the spirit.

It is not dirty nor dirty. Anyone who truly understands it understands this. It is just a kind of purity.

But since that is, there will be pursuits. After countless eras, people have found the highest pursuit of the desire for surnames.

They call this feeling love.

It can push the pleasure of desire to the peak, and talk about this sublimation to a higher level.

At least, this person thought so at this time.

Neon lights flashing outside in the corner of the city streets.

A woman in a suit leaned against the wall. She took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket with a look of indifference, took out one in her mouth, and then pushed open the lid of the lighter and lit the flames.

The wind was a little strong, and she covered the fire with her hands and lit the smoke in her mouth.

"Soak, exhale--"

He gently exhaled a breath of smoke, and the woman put down her hand holding the cigarette and looked at the smoke in front of her intent.

In the drifting smoke, her face blurred.
Chapter completed!