Author: Going to the Winter

"Mother!"

"Mother!!!!"

The demons licking the association surrounded Orelou and roared cheerfully again.

Naruf's laughter louder than their screams:

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

The Duke of Litu maintained a charming smile and squeezed one hand in the air.

Pop.

The thick crystals of joy on the right half of the mite monster cracked from the inside and exploded into stardust shining in the sky.

Yaque was silent. Naruf spitted a breath of cigarette slowly.

The demons in shiny silks squirmed anxiously, and they raised their cups one after another, plugged the falling stardust into the cup, and sipped it.

In an instant, with the shock spreading like a wave, the magic mist evaporated.

The red or blue eyes lit up, and the pleasant crystal dust brought by them entered their bodies, stimulating their nerves like steel needles.

"It's so weird." Shan Karabi whispered to Naruf.

Although he did not agree with the scene of blood and blood devouring, he was used to it. This awkward and hesitant behavior was even more strange in his eyes.

"This is the licking association." Naruf smiled, and she stretched out her other hand and drew half a circle in the air, and the cup was filled with stardust.

She took a sip of the sparkling purple juice and trembled happily. "Do you know what they are going to lick?"

Shan Karabi didn't want to know much and was silent.

"Oh. This is a bit awesome." Naruf shook his head and commented, put the gem pipe on his mouth, and arched it in a vague way and said, "Look."

The demons had already drunk all the liquid in the cup.

A dirty demon with a moth-faced face stretched out as slender as a mouse's tail. His elastic tongue repeatedly scraped the inside of the cup wall several times. Finally, he couldn't help but shake off the cup and rushed directly to the lifeless corpse of the mite monster and licked it.

As the defiled demon pounced on the corpse of the mite monster, almost all the members of the licking association rushed up, and suddenly they were thrust around the coffin.

"This is the last time, come on! Children!" Oriru hugged his chest while smiling and leaned back and forth.

...

The music became louder and several breaking sounds followed one after another. The members of the licking association fell into a kind of intoxicating frenzy, with huge sneezing and hiccups endlessly.

Naruf briskly bypassed the demon group with a reluctant but unspoken single Karabi on his face.

The shadow demon Duma has retreated into the shadow in the corner and has not gone up to participate in this lively event.

Like a gloomy stain on the rainbow, it seems out of place with other demons who lick the association.

"Man, how can you help me?"

Naruf leaned over and slapped his shoulder with a palm - he was in a blank space.

Generally speaking, the captain's offensive behavior always attracts the attention of a demon.

Duke Duma was no exception - he turned his head and opened his eyes. A slit was opened above the side of the triangle pure blackhead, and a terrifying dark red light emerged from it.

He stared at Naruf.

"Let me think. What do you want?" Naruf turned the cup leisurely and walked around him. "Why don't you tell me directly? What do you want?"

The Shadow Demon kept staring at her and squirted a long breath.

He did not leave or storm, which was undoubtedly a good sign. Dan Karabi also knew this well, so he just stood a little by a little and didn't speak.

"Help me do things, I will treat you like a brother."

Naruf came up and tapped the edges and corners on Shadow Magic's cheek with two fingers - this reckless move means some kind of confidence based on strength. "We are all civilized now. There is no need to beat you to the death to prove your level, right?

I need a rift hunter, especially a wild and unruly Shadow Demon Duke. We will have a good cooperation."

Duke Duma looked at her deeply—the eyes were like a poisonous snake letter.

After a while, he squirted a heavy breath.

"spit."

"I know! It's just the beginning now. It's inevitable that I'm a little unacceptable."

Naruf laughed. "Don't worry! I will only let you do familiar work. You can help me collect some harmless things while hunting.

If this thing happens to be at the very bottom of a crack, you can help me clean it up. This is definitely easy for you, just right, and it will definitely be rewarded. How about it?"

A silence.

"Hiss..." The Shadow Demon let out a grimactic voice.

Naruf looked at Duma Duma with sharp golden eyes without any relaxation.

I don't know when the music was mixed with singing style:

"Boom, craze!"

There was a stalemate for a while.

A red hole opened on the tip of Duma’s triangular face.

"hiss……"

"The sound is too small!" Naruf leaned over and listened, and commented indifferently.

"Hiss..."

"I can't hear!"

"hiss--"

"I can't hear it!" Naruf wanted to tap his head with his pipe - the Shadow Demon teleported a few feet to the side.

"…open." He said.

"What?"

Naruf smiled.

"Go away." Shadow Demon said coldly.

"Young man, you can talk. Just don't like it."

Naruf didn't care, but happily took a sip of his pipe - his beautiful face was buried in a cloud. "Very good."

"hiss……"

"Orilu!" Naruf turned around and shouted, "Orilu!"

On the other side, the duke was immersed in an intoxicating atmosphere, with a nervous smile on his face, and suddenly he didn't realize it.

The captain stretched his neck and looked at it, and laughed at it.

Disappeared from the Shadow Demon.

Naruf soon appeared again, this time two figures—the captain’s arm was bent with the Duke of Litu’s Witch—her long blonde hair was winding all the way to the ground, and her brimming dress splashed with several purple juices.

Duke Duma looked them back and forth with gloomy eyes.

"What are you doing? Dear Elek Goul?"

Orellu didn't react at all and laughed.

After only a moment, she looked even more radiant and unconscious.

"A cute little girl."

Naruf pointed at her forehead. "Be my sailor."

"Ahhh?"

Orilu was stunned at first, then covered her mouth with her hands, and her whole body trembled with a smile, "How rude that is. Our licking association..."

She wanted to explain something urgently, and she was drunk and stumbled and couldn't say it. She raised the empty cup with her other hand - the demon holding the plate appeared from nowhere and filled her.

"Hi! OK~" Naruf interrupted her with a smile, "Orilu doesn't want to do rough work. Then be an osprey. Spread her wings and soar on the sea! Hunting as fast as lightning! How about?"

"Not suitable for me at all~"

Litumo twisted coquettishly.

far away.

The devils' licking sound quickly turned into tearing sounds, and then there was a crunchy chewing sound.

But Orellu didn't stop it at all.

The Shadow Demon Duke, who poked in a corner like a black nail, stood on the side with frown on his frown, looking at the strange interaction between the two warm and soft-scented demons in the center, floating in waves.

This small scene seems to have an invisible wall around it.

It's so weird.
To be continued...