Author: Going to the Winter

"A elves, a dwarf, walked into a bar one by one and ordered a glass of Purple Vine Grassland liquid, a glass of Snow Honey Sweet Wine, and a glass of Rabo Red Wine.

An elf, a dwarf, walked into a bar one by one and ordered three glasses of Rabo wine.

The three of them walked into a bar and ordered three glasses of Rabo wine.

One man walked into a bar with two ghosts, and the man asked for a glass of Rabo wine. The two ghosts said, "There are no bars here at all!"

One person walked into a bar. The boss said, 'Oh, it's you again. Are you going to Rabo wine?'

The man said, ‘No. Please give me a cup of Time Dragon’s blood.’

The boss handed the cup and said, "Oh. So you are a devil. I heard that every devil is different. What kind of devil are you here?"

The human-like devil sipped his blood and said, "I am the majority of the devil."

Countless ghosts suddenly appeared and laughed behind him, and the bar owner laughed, 'So you are the majority of the devils.'"

——"Three Hundred and Six Six Days, Words with the Devil·Most Devil's Story"

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Chaos Hell Plane.

If she wasn't so rude and beautiful.

If she wasn't so at will...

If she didn't come and go like the wind, she would appear and disappear later.

If she didn't come from 90 million years ago...

If she wasn't...

"Handsome guy! Old Naruf is back!" After being patted heavily on his shoulder, Shan Karabi, the head of the fallen Angel Cult, suddenly woke up in contemplation.

Shan Karabi coughed, turned around to face the visitor, and suppressed his voice:

"Elikgour, do you have any new discoveries to report?"

The two members of the Order who were repairing the statues were watching them curiously.

To be precise, Naruf, who was staring at Ilykgul's appearance.

The rapid changes in Elik Gul surprised every member of the Fallen Angels.

From a certain moment, she never painted the face in black and gray again, and she also threw away the ragged outfit of the sect.

She wore a very complex pattern and colorful outfit that set off a perfect curve—that she sewed herself, unlike any dress they had ever seen, making them deeply uncomfortable and amazed;

Her toned and delicate skin wore a jingle of silver-patterned black bone rings on her arms;

The three-layer collar is inlaid with fingers, allowing any ferocious beast to see the extremely green diamond that will leave tears;

The golden tassels began from her shoulders, around the smooth and flat beautiful back, and the waist was divided into spikes, gently patting their thighs as the body moved, making everyone want to take a look-

But it must not be looked at.

Her body was full of jewels, and her red hair was carefully treated and emitted a beautiful luster (how could a demon take care of her hair so carefully!), and the golden silk stirred up the gems and woven them, causing wild waves as she flew.

Whenever she appears from the demon group, she immediately attracts the attention of all the demons; when she walks by, she brings up a scent of intoxicating wind with a bloody smell; she comes and goes like the wind, saying strange things that other demons don't understand;

When she stood leisurely at the bow of the boat, commanding the suffocating night, in addition to the fascinating beauty, there was another unconcealed temperament that shocked all members of the clan:

Arrogant.

"Old...oh!"

Irikgur Naruf's beautiful dark golden eyes struck the two members of the clan, laughing as if he understood something, turned his head and reached out to Dan Karabi casually.

The head of the priest kept it as if nothing had happened, took out a small golden-beaked pipe and placed it in the palm of the slender hand wearing fifteen shiny rings-

His nothingness was quickly broken. Naruf picked up his pipe, put his other hand on his shoulder without hesitation, pressed against him, and said with a smile:

"There is another rare stone workshop next to the Xingzi intersection on the Qianyan Plain. Let's go and have a look! We need a new wardrobe and a new storage room to store the collected things."

Single Karabi calms his mind.

The Holy Angel was in his heart, and his heart was holy and open, and everything he did was to serve the Holy Angel, and nothing was scary - then he looked up and saw the two members of the Order laughing, whispering something, and constantly turning back, leaving quickly.

"Hi! What are these guys going? I want to bring two helpers!"

Naruf smoked his pipe while not letting go of his hand. He hugged Dan Karabi and complained, "Have you assigned them too much homework?"

"No." Shan Karabi felt all his strength was drained and said weakly, "Go to that workshop."

Before he finished speaking, he was thrown on his back by Naruf. After two flights, he boarded the suffocation night parked above the courtyard. This once luxurious ship experienced two states of soul and scattered iron, and finally recovered part of his majesty.

Now its keel and frame are made of three alloys of different toughness. The black oil hull is divided into patterns composed of marrow stones, and the bow of the ship is hung with a circle of deterrence composed of white bones in the monster's spine.

The ship is now the most conspicuous and coolest thing near the floating island group where the Ten-Headed Snake Courtyard is located.

After passing through the Yanfeng, they took the reply to check.

"Describe the changes in hell in detail..." Shan Karabi said.

"Hi! He wants to hear this?" Naruf leaned over, "I'll say it earlier. I'll do it!"

She squeezed out the single Karabi and stretched out a finger full of rings and rustled into a reply:

"We took in a passing craftsman, a demon craftsman! This saved a lot of trouble!

Good guy, I remember you said that there are no such guys in Chaos Hell now? There is another one.

This craftsman said that he suddenly broke out from a daze recently and understood some truths about the pliers and pulleys, and we happened to be in contact with him, haha!

You may think it's nothing! But Old Naruf told you that this is not a single phenomenon. The closest gathering place in our floating island, the Qianyan Plain has opened many new workshops and production rooms...

The handsome guy said that they only have it recently! Where are we going!

No matter what, maybe the black rain you summoned has improved everyone’s standards!

In addition to getting stronger, not only my mind was thinking about fighting, but also my brains began to emerge... Intestines are no longer something to eat, but can be used to make knitted artworks - finally the current demons have discovered this!

There are many similar things. Last time I saw a demon painting on the top of the Yan Cliff! Although it was even worse than my first mate’s painting…”

She thought for a while, grabbed her face and added:

"I can't say it's right, wait for you to see it myself, my good guy.

In addition, you said I would feel lonely, and Old Naruf felt so too! No one could understand what I said. He would just stare at me.

But the handsome guy you sent me was so meticulous to me. Fuck, sometimes I feel a little embarrassed!

Anyway, Old Naruf felt like home again.

Good guy, do you think we need to say thank you between the two heroes? I still want to thank you!

Don't worry! Old Naruf is living a very happy life with the handsome guy now..."

The letter in his hand was pulled away with a "slap".

The captain looked up and saw that Dan Karabi's face was blushing like a flaming fire.

"Yes, that's OK. That's enough." For some reason, the head of the silence stuttered: "Send it quickly and send it out. The Holy Angel must be waiting for the reply."
Chapter completed!