"The last time we met, I was still a cat." The woman outside the door quickly answered Brother Jue's doubts.
"Uh..." Feng Bujue was stunned for a second, then tentatively continued, "Assas?"
"Actually...my name is Moli Aoi." Moli Aoi replied, "Also...can you let me in to talk about it?"
Feng Bujue hesitated for a few seconds, and then opened the door.
"You have changed quite a lot..." Brother Jue said after opening the door and looking at the other person.
"For me, turning into a cat is called 'a big change.'" Moli Kui was not polite to Brother Jue. Before she finished speaking, she stepped forward.
After all, she transformed into a cat and lived here for more than half a year. She was very aware of the situation in the house and went straight to the living room.
"You really don't regard yourself as an outsider?" By the time Brother Jue closed the door and turned back, Moli Kui had already sat down and even crossed her legs.
Although the coat tightly wrapped her upper body, her long legs in black stockings were still eye-catching, and her slender and graceful leg curves made people think.
"Tch..." Aoi Moli's poisonous tongue attribute has not changed at all. She raised her eyes and replied in a sarcastic tone, "If I didn't treat myself as an outsider... I would have teleported in a long time ago, but I am also afraid of being killed by you.
Damn it."
Feng Bujue heard the words, smiled slightly, walked to another sofa and sat down, and then said: "Ah... Listen to this... when I was playing with Uriel, you were already outside the door, right?
"
"It was earlier than that." Moli Kui replied, "He and I came almost at the same time, but...he was in the light and I was in the dark."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue heard something from these words, "Are you following him?"
The reason why he asked this was because Brother Jue had already calculated Uriel's account very clearly, and he knew that the other party must have come quietly during this trip.
"I don't need to track him, or anyone else..." Moli Aoi said, "I just need to 'keep an eye on' you."
Just based on this specious sentence, Feng Bujue guessed something: "Well..." He groaned, and immediately turned his face to a wall not far from him.
"You guessed it right." Moli Aoi followed suit, "The paw prints I left on the wall were not as innocent as they seemed..."
"Is that a detection type barrier?" Feng Bujue asked, "It's the type...'As long as non-human creatures enter its vicinity, you can receive the signal' type."
"If you can't explain it in one or two sentences, just take it as such." Moli Kui replied.
"Hmm..." Brother Jue remembered something at this time and asked, "Speaking of which... when I was putting up the wall, I covered the upper layer of your barrier with a normal suppression magic circle.
What impact did it have?”
"You are referring to the magic circle that once trapped Zacharias." A look of disdain appeared on Qi Moli's face, "Huh... the function of that thing is actually dispensable...
"She said weakly, "You didn't even open your spiritual consciousness when you drew that magic circle. You were basically an ordinary person. Do you really think that... an ordinary person could just draw it casually with some superficial knowledge of mysticism?
Can you put some graffiti on the wall to suppress a creature half a dimension taller than you?"
"What do you mean..." Feng Bujue motioned for the other party to continue.
"You're just lucky." Moli Kui said, "That magic circle is derived from King Solomon's system, and... it happened to be painted on my barrier." She shrugged, "It depends on me."
With seventy-two pillars of demon-level power, you suppressed Zacharias."
"Oh!" Feng Bujue suddenly realized after hearing this, "I just said that your name sounds familiar. It turns out that you are one of the seventy-two demon gods." He paused for half a second and asked, "Then...
…Why did you become Woody’s subordinate again? In terms of seniority, you are considered the prince and noble of hell, right?”
"Heh..." Kui Moli laughed without a smile, "'Princes and nobles'... that was a long time ago."
"How about... you tell me and I listen?" Feng Bujue felt that there was a story here, and he was quite interested.
Hearing this, Moli Aoi thought for a few seconds, and then said: "Back then, in hell... the Satan party rose rapidly and was unstoppable, while Beria's party was declining day by day; seeing hell
The king's position was about to change hands, so Beria came up with a bad idea... He mortgaged the seventy-two most elite demons under his command to King Solomon, and reached an agreement with him to collect their souls after death.
's deal." At this point, she laughed again with a sarcastic look, "Oh, Beria's calculation was that within seventy-two days, King Solomon would be killed in a design, and then he could rely on
He wanted to use this powerful soul to turn the tables...but he didn't expect that King Solomon had secret deals with many gods, evil gods, and demigods, and it was almost impossible to take his life.
"So, Beria performed a textbook example of stealing chickens and losing rice; in a situation where he was already in a weak position, he also wasted his most important combat power.
"The subsequent results are self-evident...
"After the new king Satan came to power, we 'old ministers' became useless; hell doesn't need us anyway, and there are as many demons wandering in the human world as gravel... It doesn't matter if there are seventy-two more of us.
"In this way, from the year the Babylonians invaded Jerusalem, we became a group of wanderers in the human world. It was not until the Crusades that Satan sent 'those four bitches' in order to fight against the then-heavenly heaven.
We went to the human world to find our whereabouts... It was then that I returned to the hell system."
After saying this, Moli Aoi let out a sigh of relief and concluded: "That's why... my rank is below that 'hehehe'."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue nodded in response, and then said, "Hey, these things... why have you never mentioned it before? Even the name 'Kui Moli' is the first time I have heard it today.
hear."
"This moment, that moment..." Moli Kui replied, "The situation was changing all the time a few months ago. It was best for you not to know anything; by the time I left without saying goodbye, you could already know something.
; And now..."
As she spoke, she raised her right hand and began to unbutton her coat.
"Hey, hey... what are you going to do..." Feng Bujue squinted at the other person and leaned back a little, "It's dark and windy this month, and I'm alone. Isn't it good for you..."
When he finished saying this, Aoi Moli stopped unbuttoning her buttons.
In fact...she only unbuttoned two buttons in total because she wanted to take things out of the inner pocket of her clothes...
"I don't know what's wrong with me bringing out a pen." Moli Aoi said, then placed a small glass box on the coffee table. In that box... there was a black quill pen, "But
I think there must be a very reasonable answer in your extremely dirty thinking... Of course, I am not interested in the specific content."
"Hehe...hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled and quickly changed the topic, "What kind of fame is this...?"
"This is the pen Dante used when he wrote the first draft of The Divine Comedy." When Moli Kui replied, she turned to look at Brother Jue's bookcase, "You can use it to write on 'that book'.
"
"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly, and he asked half-jokingly, "Is it that kind of setting...'As long as you write down the name and method of death, the person named will die'?"
"You are overthinking." Moli Aoi replied, "At the moment, that book is just a 'draft book,' and when you fill it up, it becomes a 'formula book.'"
"Draft book...formula book..." Feng Bujue's thoughts were racing and he was mumbling words, "Well...should I calculate something in it?"
"This is not what I can answer." Moli Aoi spread her hands, "After all... I don't have the ability to 'false truth'; I just received the signal and came to ensure your safety and position...
By the way, I'll bring you a pen. As for other things...you have to solve them yourself." She stood up and said, "Okay, that's all. I've been very busy lately. I hope to come back next time.
When I see you, you can make some progress." (To be continued.) 8
