The man in red raised his handsome eyebrows and smiled more and more: "What? What do I want to do and report to you the reason?"
His voice is gentle and gentle, as light as flowing water, but wherever he passes is like floating ice.
The man shivered suddenly and quickly lowered his head: "I don't dare!"
The man in red floated up to him like a smoky smoke, and gently patted his arm: "I dare not? What else do you dare not?"
He just had such a light palm, but the man's arm seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid, and hissing sounds were endless. The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh. Half of his arm was corroded in an instant
Half a skeleton left...
The man didn't know whether it was painful or scared. His face turned pale, he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly: "Sir, Lord Demon Lord, I dare not do it anymore!"
The others were also startled by the scene in front of them, and they all knelt down and did not dare to make a sound.
The man in red glanced at him coldly until his forehead was bleeding, and then he smiled gracefully: "I am so good, I will spare you for the time being, let's go!"
"Yes!" Although the man's face turned pale in pain, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He did not dare to neglect, so he used his palm to cut off the entire arm that was still extending upward and corroded, and then he bent down and bowed and went there.
Naturally, the others did not dare to stroke the tiger's beard lightly, and they kowtowed and left, and arranged according to his instructions not to mention it.
The man in red left a man named Tianbao and instructed him a few more words: "You go to Thunder Ye City... Remember to take that black box. At this time tomorrow, I will come to pick it up."
Although Tianbao was a little surprised, the Demon Lord had always been unpredictable in his work, and had a lesson from the past, so he naturally did not dare to ask anything.
He agreed and turned around and disappeared.
Seeing that they were all gone, the man in red sat down slowly. A faint red light flashed, and he returned to the size of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. His red pupils turned into black pupils, and his white hair turned into black-
He let out a sigh of relief, his little face was a little pale, and there were extremely fine beads of sweat on his white jade-like forehead.
He smiled bitterly. There was really little demonic power left on his body, but he had recovered for a moment and made him sweat.
Fortunately, his prestige is still there, so those people respect him as gods and dare not look up at him, otherwise they must see his flaws!
The demons are originally cruel and ruthless, treacherous and cunning, and they are fully reflected in them. They have no concept of good and evil, and naturally they do not have true loyalty. They only obey the strong and can only use iron fist methods to suppress them.
He had been sleeping for almost five hundred years, and these demons became suspicious of him and dared to question his orders.
If he did not use thunder to shock them quickly, and over time, they would see his weakness, and they might immediately rebel...
He sat cross-legged on the roof, looked up at the sky, looking at the stars that were flashing and dark, with a smile on his lips.
Tomorrow - that girl will probably make a lot of money, I don’t know what she will be happy about.
She was actually very satisfied in this life, and he was guarding her by her side, so he was happy to see her happy.
He sat upright, absorbing the essence of the moon. The faint moonlight was as tangible and qualitative as it was, slowly surrounding him. Others only knew that his demonic power was amazing. In fact, at the beginning, he practiced the path of immortality...