"Your Majesty the Demon King! I can clearly feel that the masters in this world are all concentrated..." The demon general who followed Irisia to Ailan Siris lowered his head and reminded Irisia.
"I feel it too. It seems that they are going to the devil world to find trouble with our magic source." Arisia put a dress purchased from the Higgs Witch House on her body.
Looking at herself in the mirror makes her very excited.
Although she can use magic to transform into an identical coat, which woman would save money on this?
Ever since she begged Chris on the phone and got a card that she said she couldn't spend all the gold coins in, Aricia let herself go.
This large shopping mall called Witch House is a super mall specifically for women. It is full of beautiful luxury goods. Almost all women are proud to own Witch House products.
Arisia didn't have the consciousness to save money for her man. After she got the card, she lived a life of luxury and lust.
That feeling really made her linger - the shopping guide ladies surrounding her really regarded her as a king.
Arisia likes the name Witch House, and she is very satisfied with the services there - when she knows that there is such a super mall in Siris and there is also such a super mall in Ferry City, she is even more satisfied.
"But His Majesty the Demon King! We... are still here." The demon general lowered his head slightly and lowered his voice and said to Arisia.
Arisia didn't say anything. She picked up another pair of jeans from the big, fluffy bed and measured them on her long legs that made women envious and jealous men make their breathing become heavy after seeing them.
Then she casually threw her pants on the carpet, picked up a white T-shirt, covered her plump breasts, and twisted her waist twice in front of the mirror.
"I just realized how good-looking I am today. Have you seen it? The eyes of those ladies wandering around the mall all had envy in their eyes after seeing me." She didn't know whether she was talking to herself or not.
Speaking to the general behind him.
Without waiting for the general behind her to say anything, Arisia continued: "Keep talking, I don't quite understand what you said... What do you mean, we are still here?"
After finishing speaking, she ignored the general behind her and picked up a new piece of clothing, experimenting with interest.
As a woman, no one will dislike having a lot of clothes. Even if they don’t even have a chance to wear them a second time, they still have to buy them home and hang them in the closet.
This is a kind of persistence and a kind of belief!
"Your Majesty the Demon King...this is our chance!" The general gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind, admonishing: "I can feel that most of the masters from the dragon and human races, as well as the most powerful one from the elves,
Powerful existences are all concentrating on the 'Deviled City'."
"Then what? What do you want to say?" Arisia dropped the evening dress that sparkled with gems at her feet and asked absently.
"If, if we... take the opportunity to raid Seris and kidnap their emperor Chris, then we will be the masters of this world!" When the demon general said the word master, his eyes were filled with greedy light.
He is a smart man, and smart people naturally have their own ideas and choices. Taking advantage of the emptiness within the Ailanthir Empire, fighting for the maximum benefit for yourself is what the devil should do!
As long as Chris is held hostage, the human world will have no choice but to obey their orders. At that time, the world will easily become their palm!
And when that time comes, someone as smart and intelligent as him will naturally become the king of this world, and the sexy beauty in front of him will naturally become his woman!
Perfect! This plan is just perfect!
"Okay, you made countless mistakes in the short five minutes just now." Arisia did not look back, her tone full of regret.
"Wait...wait...wait!" The demon general seemed to realize something, suddenly raised his head, and begged in a panic.
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Arisia's sharp magical energy had already cut off his neck.
He covered his neck with both hands, and black blood spurted out from the gaps between his fingers.
The poor demon general tried hard to fix his head on his neck, but found that it was a futile task.
"First of all, you shouldn't call His Majesty Chris by his full name...I can, but you can't. You should know that in my plan, he is my man, so you should call him your future master." Ari
Xia turned around, glanced at the demon general who was still alive, walked to the bed, and picked up a new piece of clothing.
It was a light blue dress, and it seemed that the style was not suitable for a woman of Arisia's temperament.
She looked at the little black blood droplets splashed on the long skirt, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice with regret: "I don't know if I can change it..."
Then she raised her voice too high and continued: "Second, you used the wrong word. Even if I act according to your plan, I am the master of this world. And you used the word 'we', and I don't like it."
This word."
"Even if I use the word we, I should use it. We represent Chris and I, and you..." Arisia looked at the demon general whose body had been separated and fell on the carpet, and did not continue to say anything.
Because no matter what she said, the other party could no longer hear her.
Arisia shouted loudly: "Come here! Clean this place up."
The two demon guards outside the door immediately opened the door and walked in. They saw the body of their own commander and were slightly stunned. However, they only paused for a few seconds before they immediately bent down and began to deal with the corpse on the ground.
Corpses and bloodstains.
"Leave the security work of the mission to your vice-captain!" Arisia handed the black blood-stained skirt to one of the demons: "Take this to the Witch's House and ask them about the dry cleaners there.
, can it be dealt with?"
"Yes! Your Majesty the Demon King!" A guard took the skirt from Aresia's hand, lowered his head and walked out. Beside him, another guard was dragging the legs of the general's body toward the door.