In the face of a one-time strategic-level artifact, even Ye Mingyu has to be restricted.

When he returned to normal, he found that the elder brother didn't know where the gun medicine he had taken. He changed his nervousness just now and calmly raised his hands.

"Senior Brother, you..."

"I? Don't worry, I'm fine, um, suddenly I remember something, so let's go first."

The eldest brother said the most unreliable lie in the most indifferent tone.

Under Ye Mingyu's gaze, he shook his sleeves, exchanged sights with the old servant in secret, and turned his head to leave...

"Leave?" Satan said in a daze.

"Uh, it seems to be."

Ye Mingyu looked around.

In an instant, the old servant felt like he was hiding without any hiding.

Probably not, can you find this?

His heart hangs.

"What are you looking at?" Satan asked, pulling Ye Mingyu's sleeve.

"nothing."

My heart fell down.

The old servant took a breath with gratitude.

Sure enough, no discovery.

If you could detect yourself through the barriers formed by more than a dozen artifacts, Ye Mingyu's existence was almost the same as a horror story.

The gate of the Demon Realm stands in the center, with colors ranging from scarlet and rose.

The border is twisted and twisted like a snake bone, and the hideous dragon head hangs on the top of the door, staring at the various aspects of the world with its blind and empty eyes.

This door is dozens of meters high.

Ye Mingyu looked up and said slowly:

"Is this the portal of the Demon World?"

"Yes, I designed it carefully, does it feel good?"

Ye Mingyu glanced at Satan and found that her hands were tangled in front of her, looking over like a kitten, looking forward to her, looking like she wanted to be praised.

"Yes, it's very demonic." Ye Mingyu was forced to say.

The scarlet gate made of bones and bloodstone.

It is normal for me to be misunderstood by my senior brother now.

Ye Mingyu helped the door frame as gentle as white jade and stepped in with one foot.

He did not forget the main purpose of coming to the Demon World today.

It is to investigate Satan's life experience.

Just go to the storage room for a walk.

If they are really the descendants of the First Evil God and the First Demon, items related to these two people should be left in the warehouse.

Ye Mingyu can be sure about this.

Because all Satan's personal belongings were hidden in that warehouse.

Because some items are too private, even the servants dare not organize them.

The ripples of distorted space gradually disappear.

Dry, scorching.

The air burns into the lungs.

Half of his foot stepped into the demonic soil, and then his whole body came out.

What caught my eye was the black sun hanging high in the sky, followed by the magma and lava flowing everywhere.

Ye Mingyu lived here for a long time.

But that happened a long time ago, and now I am still a little uncomfortable when I come back.

"Can you take me to the storage room?" He went straight to the topic.

But no response.

He turned around in confusion and saw Satan lowering his head and pinching the front of his clothes with both hands.

"Satan? Hey? Satan..."

She seemed to have not heard it.

Because on the spiritual level, Satan is listening carefully to the old servant's opinions.

"Your Majesty, don't hesitate. Remember that everything is not yet final. All you have to do is to beat A crazy!"

"But if it's just plain A, won't it be annoying?"

"It's so simple. Have you ever heard of the marginal effect?" the old servant said in a deep voice.

"Don't underestimate me, I know this common sense that elementary school students know," Satan replied calmly, "The so-called marginal effect, that is, the more times you experience the same thing, the more boring you will feel, but what does it have to do with the present?"

In front of hundreds of surveillance screens, the old servant slapped the table wildly:

"It's a big deal! Think about it, it's the first time you treat Ye Mingyu with a love attitude with a real identity. If even the first time is mediocre, where will there be a chance next?"

"Huh! Is that true?" Satan immediately panicked.

She wanted to be calm and composed.

Try to show your graceful and generous side.

But doing so will definitely not have a deep impact on the other party.

"Hurry up, Your Majesty, do you still remember the 108 styles of the royal man handed over to you by the Succubus Lord? Just use the sixth style!"

Satan nodded heavily and cheered himself up.

I thought to myself that the old servant was right.

Continue to proceed step by step, and don’t know when it will take to achieve the right result.

Even though she knew that Ye Mingyu actually liked her very much, she wanted to surrender to her pomegranate skirt now, but she could not always be passive and had to take the initiative!

"Satan?" Ye Mingyu shouted a few more times.

"I am here!"

Because of being shocked, Satan's voice was immediately raised by several scales.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes and eyes intertwined.

breathe.....

It's starting to be disordered!

The scene I had imagined alone in the middle of the night before, came out unexpectedly.

Regarding how he came to his ear, how he said all kinds of shameful words, and what shameful things he did...

All the imaginations of the past exploded in my mind.

But be calm!

Even if the heart beats violently, even if the brain is chaotic.

She also has to know what to do next.

Satan takes a step forward.

Suddenly he staggered into Ye Mingyu's arms.

Ye Mingyu wanted to subconsciously hug him, but when he thought that the two of them had no certain relationship, he planned to help Satan up.

Just put his hand on Satan's shoulder.

But Satan hugged him, wrapped his arms around his neck, and his disorganized breathing moved his heartstrings, just like the breeze stirring the tip of the grass, slowly, slowly, itchy.

She really wants to go further.

But three seconds have arrived.

"Sorry." Satan smiled apologetically.

She left Ye Mingyu's arms.

The fresh body fragrance left was followed.

Three seconds - a time period that is neither up nor down.

The softness that was within reach passed by in a flash, and the glimpse of looking down and looking up.
To be continued...