The Hellboy spread his hands and sighed: "Okay, I'll try it, but I don't guarantee whether Hell will respond to me. After all, I still prefer the Earth to Hell."

Lake smiled.

He doesn't like hell, especially the hell run by Mephisto, who is not angry at all.

After a while.

The Hellboy opened his eyes and looked at Lake, saying something was wrong: "The breath of hell seems to have changed."

"What's the meaning?"

"Hell...it doesn't seem to be the hell of Mephisto."

"Um?"

Lake raised his eyebrows: "A few meanings, Mephisto was kicked off the stage? Who?"

Good guy.

Old Mo, Old Mo.

What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly being kicked off the stage?

When the Hellboy took a deep breath and was about to investigate again, he vomited a large mouthful of blood with a puff, and then flew out directly, and with a rumbling sound, it fell on the ground and directly smashed a hole.

The Hellboy in the pit snorted violently, then climbed up, looked at Lake, and his face changed for a moment.

Next second.

The Hellboy tilted his head and then he went to the side, and he vomited in a surging wave of surging.

After a while.

A small mound formed by vomit appeared.

Lake quickly diverted his gaze and handed out a rag without looking back.

With the Hellboy's figure, a napkin is definitely not enough, it's a rag.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

After taking the rag, the Hellboy was silent for a while, looking at Lake with his back facing him: "Is there mineral water?"

Lake shook his right hand and handed out a bottle of mineral water.

After a while.

Lake looked again and washed his face with mineral water, and wiped his hellboy and said, "What happened to hell?"
Chapter completed!