Satan didn't hear much about Ye Mingyu's conversation with his senior brother.

But from Ye Mingyu's words "The Demon King is a very arrogant and cute creature", she heard it clearly without missing a word.

Is this a confession?

Satan has theoretical experience but has never experienced actual combat. At this moment, he only feels a little hot on his face.

But as... as a devil, you must remain calm.

At least you must keep your last look in front of your past subordinates.

Although in the eyes of the Demon World Think Tank, her face had long been lost.

The next two days.

When sleeping.

Ye Mingyu: "Can you hand me the air conditioner remote control?"

Satan doesn't speak.

Throw the air conditioner remote control over, then immediately turn to the side, far away from Ye Mingyu.

During breakfast.

Ye Mingyu: "Tofu Brain should indeed be the salty party."

Satan lowered his head silently and glanced at Ye Mingyu.

But once the two looked at each other, she immediately deviated from her eyes.

The whole person became much stranger.

What's even more terrifying is that the day before heading to the Ancient Mist Fortress, Satan suddenly said that he had something to do and wanted to take a step first.

This made Ye Mingyu reflect on it carefully.

After deducing the scenes of the two getting along several times, no correct conclusion was drawn.

In front of the railway station.

He looked at Satan's back in confusion.

I don't know what went wrong.

Satan didn't know what was wrong!

She just thought she could not stay with Ye Mingyu.

One more second, even if it was only one second, she felt her blood pressure rise desperately.

If you continue like this, even with the body of the devil, it will sooner or later explode!

"Ye Mingyu, Mingyu Mingyu... It turns out that this is the feeling that you like a opposite sex?"

He fled in a panic in a very embarrassed manner.

But there is no way the deserter should be.

His Majesty the Demon King pursed his lips and laughed unconsciously.

Leave Ye Mingyu's side.

She stood at the intersection of the capital of the Apocalypse and heard the magic car passing by with the sound of the wind in her ears, thinking that it was really a bustling bustling.

But I vaguely feel that I have forgotten something?

But what exactly is it?

"Ye Mingyu, guide..."

Satan tilted his head, and she finally remembered it.

......

"It's the third day, why do you think this space is so indifferent?"

The old servant sat next to the tall ashes and lit a dry tobacco.

"It's such an arduous battle," Niu Mo, naked, moved the muscles on his shoulders. "It's worthy of being a deceiving demon god, and the burning of ashes is more than ordinary people."

The original space has become a semi-plane.

In the desolation without the rising sun and setting moon, everyone from the demon think tank sat scattered everywhere.

Group rock-scissors, group poker, group mahjong...

It is expected to be trapped for another week.

You can only get out after the surrounding space storm subsides.

"You don't need to care about this kind of thing at all," the old servant held the filter of the cigarette pipe in his mouth, and slapped the clouds and spit out the mist. "I wonder how the Demon King is now?"

"I guess there's no chance, after all, she's His Majesty the Demon King." The devil made a move against Q.

"What are the odds about Your Majesty's betting game now?" asked Niu Mo.

The succubus lord yawned, and his eyes were as charming as a silky wind.

"Gambling? Let's take a look. Well, Your Majesty and Ye Mingyu rolled off the sheets, no one pressed them, and no one pressed them to hug them, and the kiss must be... Huh? Who pressed the kiss successfully?"

All demons heard this.

I immediately stopped playing cards, guessing boxing, and falling down. It depends on who is so brave.

"I'm going to suppress it." Niu Mo raised his hand.

"You are not unaware of Your Majesty, you must have no progress at all. This trip to the Apocalypse Cult is the same as not coming, so it must..."

The entire semi-plane began to vibrate.

There was an existence that calmed the space storm with brute force.

Under the gaze of all the demons, a huge gap was cracked above the head, just like a canyon growing in the sky.

The void energy burst out in the cracks, making a sizzling sound.

The devil Satan held a long-handled sickle and fell from the sky in a peerless posture.

"His Majesty!"

"It's Your Majesty!"

"Hurry up and put away the poker and mahjong, put on the wrestling couple! Arm in line!"

It seemed as if a circling wind was holding under Satan, and she hit the ground with her toes and then slowly landed on the ground.

All members of the Demon Think Tank gathered as quickly as possible and began to report numbers.

“One, two, three, four…”

"Report to Your Majesty, the thirty-two members of the think tank, no casualties!"

At this time, a dragon demon scratched his head, and the mahjong plaque hidden on his body suddenly fell.

In the quiet semi-plane, the sound of mahjong landing is particularly clear.

Satan looked over.

Many demons exclaimed in their hearts that something was wrong!

The demons are a race that lives by invasion, but it is precisely because they are in a state of war for many years that they have extremely strict requirements on discipline.

This time, the strategy plan for Ye Mingyu is rare in terms of war ratings!

In this level of war.

Their morale was scattered, and they played mahjong and poker, so they would definitely be scolded to death.

Hearts were hanging.

The old servant stood behind Satan, hesitating whether he should plead for mercy.

But unexpectedly, Satan said nothing, and a strange smile still hangs on the corner of his mouth.

It's just the kind of smile that is forced to endure but can't help it.

"Let's go, go back to the Demon Realm."

She said this with a very light tone.

Many demons were silent, and some people hit the succubus lord's arm with their elbows and whispered:

"What's going on? The situation is not right."

"Two possibilities, the first one is that Lord Demon King was transferred."

"Distribution? This is simply a creation of something out of nothing. It secretly goes to Chen Cang, imagines it out of thin air, and fabricates it out of thin air! Who in the world can do this to His Majesty the Demon King?"

"Then there is only the second possibility," said the succubus Lord incredibly. "The relationship between Lord Demon King and Ye Mingyu is likely to have made breakthrough progress!"

"Ah this?"

Isn't this even more outrageous than the first possibility?
To be continued...