......

Because my aunt cried...

People cannot, at least they shouldn't.

That time, after Ye Mingyu returned with a handsome combo, he was immediately stopped by the saint at the entrance:

"What's going on with your clothes?"

"Uh, I was caught by a nail and scratched it."

Ye Mingyu looked a bit embarrassed at this moment. After all, the Demon King is no ordinary opponent. Even if he added four layers of shields before the battle, he was still broken by a knife.

The blade of the magic sickle tear out a large mouth on the right side of the robe.

"Being scratched by a nail? I was so careless." The saint said suspiciously.

Ye Mingyu knew that this lie was untenable.

But the so-called man is a strange creature who knows that he will die without doubt but still struggles to death.

"That nail is very thick and big. I've never seen such a big nail." He talked calmly.

The tone was as firm as possible and the speed of speech slowed slightly.

Even if you can't deceive others, at least you can deceive yourself through self-suggestion first.

"Oh?" The Saint elongated the tone.

She suddenly narrowed her eyes.

He pounced into Ye Mingyu's arms like a little fox.

Sniff ~ Sniff ~

The saint raised his head, looked up at Ye Mingyu's face, and seriously exposed it:

"A woman's perfume is actually a daffodil lily."

"This...so what?"

"The daffodil lily symbolizes the joy of reunion, and shows that she is looking forward to the reunion of the broken mirror."

"It actually has this meaning, and it's... more knowledgeable!"

Ye Mingyu glanced around, trying to hide the world.

I never expected that Satan would hide this trick.

I was going to fight, so why did it be like a tryst?

But the saint's eyes were like a copier, always scanning Ye Mingyu, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.

The pressure has increased dramatically!

"I admit defeat, I confess!"

Ye Mingyu was forced to raise his hands and surrender, "Actually, the truth is this, I... I just went to the boudoir of the principal of the kindergarten, and she was wearing this kind of perfume..."

"Men, please look into my eyes when speaking." The saint interrupted quietly.

"Ahem."

Ye Mingyu raised his eyes helplessly, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

After a moment, he said:

"Devil Satan, I met her."

If possible, Ye Mingyu really doesn't want the Saint to be involved in this right and wrong.

Because I have only been with Satan.
Chapter completed!