The two of them tried to do it again after being sarcastic.

Lynn hesitated and said, "Didn't I feel anxious when I think you're going to win?"

"I know, but I believe in Supoman more."

He looked at Constantine and pinched his eyebrows: "...were really two clowns."

"Then... if this continues, one day the demons in hell will disappear from killing each other."

"Constantine, hell, I mean, do demons build houses too?"

"You street liar, I... today!"

Duang threw it back into the cage with a sound. Lynn looked at the feathered monkey lying quietly in the cage and said with satisfaction: "It seems that the devil can be raised too. It eats so delicious and happy. It is not like someone, he is good at picking acquaintances to bully him."

"Stop exploring, I really have nothing in my pocket."

Constantine kept looking around, as if she was on guard. Lynn asked him twice, and Constantine replied: "It's not like this. Demons have different levels of high-level and low-level origins, which come from different strengths, but also from bloodlines, ways of existence, and differences in existence.

After listening to Constantine's words, Lynn was fine and had no reaction, but Dachao was difficult to accept and understood.

In other words, the demons you see in the wilderness are not necessarily high-level demons, but the demons living in the house are definitely high-level demons.”

Dachao praised it: "There are chaos and fighting everywhere."

"Are you talking about yourself, Constantine who goes to hell every day!"

Lynn opened the cage and grabbed it out with one hand and couldn't resist. He only dared to dodge carefully and immediately began to feed the food: "How can you not eat? Isn't you starving? I finally found a few little things that were not so ugly, so you can't starve to death."

"Kons-Stan-Ding-!!"

Lynn looked angry.

"I have to let you go to hell today!"

Constantine looked disappointed.

"Are you deaf? I'll say it a thousand times!"

"hehe."

"Ah, I don't eat carrots. Isn't this a waste of food?"

"I……"

"Hahaha! Fight and beat!"

"Linn, Constantine. Two clowns, are there any one, no, okay, one 3, no, thank you."

"But we are in the same group as the top player. He doesn't care if he plays A, I plays Q and you plays 2. What does it mean to play 2?"

"Ha...it's really you...you're finally coming to hell again..."

The demon grinned, and the green mucus in his mouth fell on the ground, burning a big smoke pit.

"Look for yours, your friend?"

Lynn silently helped Constantine tidy up her collar and sat back to Dachao.
Chapter completed!