In the Demon King City.

When he learned that Ye Mingyu was about to arrive, most of the idle demons were hiding.

The empty and depressing corridor is in the middle.

Satan's footsteps were stomping on the ancient black stone bricks.

The runes condensed by magic are twisted on the stone bricks. Outside the narrow old century window are lined with spire towers and winding rivers of molten flames.

"Where have the people here gone? I remember that Demon King City was quite lively before." Ye Mingyu asked curiously.

“Take a vacation today.”

"Is this the reason?"

Ye Mingyu suddenly saw the demon electronic watch on one side of the corridor, which showed a working day.

"What are you looking at?" Satan turned around and looked at his gaze, his face suddenly awkward, "That date...ahem, I guess it was adjusted wrongly, the machine will always fail."

Adjust the wrong date?

Ye Mingyu saw it clearly.

It is probably all done by Satan, and now he is hiding with such a clumsy excuse.

No one will be deceived.

Ye Mingyu thought for a moment and conducted a large-scale scan with himself as the center of the circle.

The scan was discovered by the devil.

"You...what are you doing?"

Satan immediately rushed over with his teeth and claws.

He waved his hand and surrounded the place with a barrier, blocking Ye Mingyu's mental power back.

In Ye Mingyu's eyes, Satan stood in front of the depression corridor. Although his tone was fierce, his eyes were glancing around.

Maybe he was panic.

"Me? I'm just scanning it. I'm more curious about where the person is going?"

Ye Mingyu is occasionally very honest.

This honesty is often speechless.

Satan can know what these demons are doing with his eyes closed.

It must be in the dark and watching the show with popcorn.

She doesn't care.

After all, if a wedding is held, it will probably be held once in the Demon Realm and the Human World.

Everyone in the Demon World will know sooner or later, and they will also receive gifts at that time. It’s nothing to pay attention to the signs in advance now.

But if Ye Mingyu knew that other demons were playing the role of the melon-eating crowd.

He would definitely notice clues - His Majesty the Demon King actually closed the Demon King City for a date!

This is very embarrassing.

Once this thought emerges from the heart.

Satan felt his cheeks burn.

The whole person seemed to have become a Q version, and he could only lower his head and pinch his fingers, and he couldn't say a word.

"Anyway, this is my territory, you are not allowed to look around!" Satan turned his head unreasonably.

Ye Mingyu could only agree perfunctorily.

Such a clumsy disguise.

He can guess most of it without scanning.

But Satan didn't want to say that, and Ye Mingyu also respected the other party's ideas.

He swept all the distracting thoughts aside and followed Satan, his footsteps echoing in the corridor.

I haven't come to Demon King City for many years.

Many areas here have been renovated and rebuilt.

In fact, even the Demon King City tens of millions of years ago, Ye Mingyu couldn't fully understand it.

No one knows when the city was built.

Even Satan, who is the devil, doesn't know.

Ye Mingyu asked her about the origin of this castle, but she only got an answer that "this thing is meaningless at all."

Now stepping in again.

He always paid attention to every corner he walked through.

For example, there is a secret passage next to the troll sculpture, and for example, there seems to be something else sticking under some portraits of demons.

"Are you really going to come to the storage room?"

Satan suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked seriously.

It seems like a polite nonsense.

But her expression was meticulous at the moment, and her eyes showed a faint feeling of tension and determination.

"What's the problem? If it's inconvenient..."

"It's very convenient!" Satan interrupted quickly, then deliberately looked to the side, "This storage room is my private space, with barriers next to it, and the sound insulation effect is also very good. No matter what you do, you don't know what you do."

do what?

What can be done?

Ye Mingyu blinked.

As a pure person, he couldn't understand at all.

Satan seemed to have had the courage to close his eyes and reminded him loudly:

"A lonely man and a widow! No one! There are only two of us! There are also all kinds of necessary props in it! Whether it is a comic or something, what is most likely to happen at this time!"

"For example?" Ye Mingyu asked tentatively.

"For example...even if you want...think..." Satan's scale suddenly weakened, like a little rabbit with his ears drooping. "Even if you want to hold hands secretly, it's okay, even if you hug it,..."

She was so shy that she couldn't continue talking.

Ye Mingyu: "..."

That's it?

Sure enough, character determines destiny.

If it was Beiyao Maple Leaf, he would definitely not say anything at this time, and led him into the dark storage room, and then suddenly knocked himself out with a crowbar, taking advantage of others' danger to make a mistake.

If it were a saint, he would probably stick it to him, blew gently in his ear, revealing a sly smile like a fox, and asking him if he wanted to do something exciting.

This can be seen from this.

It is understandable that His Majesty the Demon King has not made any progress so far.

No loss at all.

"Go in first, there is still something important to do."

Ye Mingyu pointed to the storage compartment behind Satan, without answering her directly.

When Satan heard this, his hand slowly moved and rested on the handle, and the orange-red magic circle flashed and disappeared at the handle.

"Do you really want to go in?" Satan suddenly became a little cowardly.

Holding hands or something.

She is not ready yet.

"Yeah." Ye Mingyu replied.

Satan made up his mind and pushed open the ancient door of the sinking wood in the compartment.

The light source of the illumination technique rose from his hands and floated beside Ye Mingyu, following Satan.

Close the door casually.

There was no one in the corridor.

silence.

Silence × 2.

After a long time.

One oil painting on the wall suddenly had eyes, and I asked the vase on the other side:
To be continued...