Belphegor followed Asmodeus's fingertips and looked at Irwin on the screen. In the screen, Hart hugged Irwin and muttered something in Irwin's ear. Irwin remained silent.
With an awkward smile, he reluctantly accepted this painless torture.
Entertaining readers is also part of the author's job, and Irwin can't escape it this time.
"Hart, the legendary blue jay is right in front of you. Don't you want to ask something about the work?"
Palmer stepped forward, hinting at Hart.
Maybe it was because she had experienced too many fatal things in the past few days. Seeing an original orc like Hart, Cinderella was not surprised but overjoyed. She wanted to reach out and grab him twice.
Then Cinderella followed and sang harmony with Palmer.
"Yes, yes, don't you want to know why the fate of those characters is like this?"
Cinderella noticed Palmer's intention as soon as she heard it, and Palmer secretly gave the girl a thumbs up.
Hart has been either sleeping in the wilderness for the past two days, or fighting and killing those lunatics in the Zongge Band. The key is that the more injured those lunatics are, the happier they scream. As time goes by, this is really tormenting one's spirit.
Hart was exhausted to death. Before returning to the Order Bureau, he was sent to join the special operations team. He thought there was going to be another bloody storm, but as soon as he got on the bus, he saw his idol.
There was nothing better than this. Hart was completely carried away by the joy. He didn't even think about why Irwin was on the train and what happened to this girl named Cinderella.
Then under the expectant gaze of everyone, Hart asked his question. Irwin knew what Palmer and Cinderella were trying to do. He hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly told his true thoughts.
The rest was much like before, a disillusionment and Irwin's painstaking recasting.
Outside the screen, Belphegor said, "Did you do this on purpose?"
"What's wrong?"
Asmodeus always had a smile on his face, and his expression looked a bit drunk.
"Irvin Fleischer, I know this man, and I also know that you care about this mortal soul, so, I care about him too.
After long-term observation, I found that Irwin is indeed an interesting guy, a natural and noble poet."
Asmodeus continued, "Don't you think he is very suitable? Not only for a bet, he can also prove the dispute between you and me. Let's see whether he will devote himself to the illusory "Endless Poems" or embrace me and enjoy
The joy of this moment.”
Belphegor did not directly answer Asmodeus's words. He pulled out a book from nothingness. From the outside, the book was already old. Even though Belphegor carefully collected it, the book case was slightly damaged and the paper was slightly damaged.
The pages are oxidized and yellowed, but the text is still clearly visible.
Opening the pages of the book, there is a fable recorded inside.
Belphegor whispered, "North wind and sun."
"I have read this story," Asmodeus said, "The north wind and the sun made a bet to see who could make a traveler take off his clothes."
"I thought you didn't know how to read," Belphegor said, letting go of his hand and the book fell back into the void. "Such a ridiculous story should have a hard time disturbing your emotions."
"I just prefer fables and fairy tales."
Asmodeus leaned sideways against the back of the chair, his silver hair falling down, "So do you think you will be the north wind or the sun?"
Belphegor asked back, "This is your proposal. You have always been a cunning guy. I think you must be confident before you dare to make such a bet to me, right?"
"certainly!"
Asmodeus smiled and said, "I'm different from you. I know what Irwin wants."
After speaking, a brilliant light rose in Asmodeus's eyes, and her eyes seemed to be burning, revealing a gorgeous color like fire opal.
"oh?"
"Then do you still want to bet with me?"
Belphegor looked at Irving on the screen again. Now Hart had huddled in the corner, completely depressed. Palmer was laughing on the side, and Irvin was next to Hart, like a psychologist.
Like a doctor, he continued to enlighten Hart.
Seeing this, Belphegor laughed and said firmly, "No... I don't think you know what Irwin really wants."
Asmodeus thought Belphegor would reject her, but Belphegor continued, "I can bet with you, but I have an additional request."
"What?"
"If I win, I need you to join us and stand on our side... at least stand firmly with us before we lose our use to each other."
The smile on Asmodeus's face froze, and then bloomed again, "Belphegor, if you can completely control the Bureau of Order, this is indeed an irresistible request, and we don't even need to make any bets."
If you make a date, I will choose you directly."
"But the fact is that you have no control over the Bureau of Order. I proposed a truce to you just because I don't want to waste any more resources on you."
Asmodeus laughed at Belphegor's situation without any scruples, "If any one of us will be the next to leave, it must be you. The chess player is restricted by the chess pieces. It's really a shame."
Belphegor was not affected by Asmodeus at all. He knew that this woman was best at provoking other people's emotions, whether it was joy or anger.
With his hands folded on his knees, Belphegor was wearing ridiculous pajamas, but he exuded an irresistible majesty. His face was expressionless, like an old godfather.
Belphegor shook his head, "You are the one who is ignorant, my blood relative."
For a moment, an indescribable coldness covered the cinema, and a thin layer of ice condensed on the surface of the material. In an instant, Asmodeus's breath brought up bursts of white mist, and there were snowflakes hanging on his eyelashes.
.
It was a weird sound, first the turbulence of the water flow, and then the sound of some hard scales scraping against each other. There was a sticky feeling of blood in the sharp sound, and the faint sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning could be heard.
Whisper.
The tide rolled, and heavy footsteps sounded from the darkness. The sound had a sluggish and heavy sound, and then a heavier and vague breathing sound came. The other party seemed to be hiding under some armor.
"You have always been my enemy, not my guest."
Asmodeus was not the guest Belphegor was waiting for at all, and the popcorn and drinks were not prepared for her. She just came a little early, and now the real guest has arrived.
Belphegor stared at Asmode with cold eyes, "Not to mention, you have no ability to appreciate movies at all."
This is what Belphegor hates the most.
But the next second, Belphegor showed a cruel smile and continued, "You are right, we can make a bet, this is a good opportunity..."
Schools of fish swim out of the darkness, densely packed and in groups.
They vary in size, completely covered by darkness, leaving only dark silhouettes, hairtail fish, tuna, sharks, giant whales... all the fish are available and come out in droves. When they collide with each other, there is a strange iron sound.
The sound arose, and the invisible tide invaded the cinema, and at the same time, the fish were allowed to move forward freely.
Among the dark fish, a bloated figure moved forward with heavy steps. His speed had a strong sense of sluggishness, as if he was walking in the deep sea. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on Asdermo.
At the same time, Asmode also wanted to understand many things.
For so many years, I have always thought that he was hiding after the failure of the Holy City, but now it seems that he has remained highly active. Thinking about what happened in the past, every Asmodeus can't understand it.
Everything happened, and there were fish figures behind it. The cold penetrated the body and went straight into Asmodeus's heart.
"You deliberately committed yourself to the Bureau of Order."
Asmodeus murmured, "You have been a cover from the beginning, a puppet used to disguise himself to cover his whereabouts."
Belphegor liked Asmodeus's current expression. It was not easy to make this woman show her panicked side. "I chatted with him after the fall of the Holy City, and unexpectedly found that we hit it off."
"God, if I had known he understood me so well, I should have joined forces with him during the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, but it's not too late now.
I will help him win the battle, and he will help me complete the Endless Verses."
Belphegor clapped vigorously, "Don't you think this is great?"
Asmodeus's mind went blank, and the arrival of the other party completely shattered the situation Asmodeus had thought.
Yes, he has always been at the forefront, and he has only recently found an opportunity to rise. They are brothers and sisters, but they have never been in an equal relationship.
Suddenly, a pair of hands climbed up Asmodeus's snow-white neck and strangled Asmodeus's throat from behind. Belphegor's voice sounded like a poisonous snake spitting messages in her ears.
"Now do you think I and we are qualified to bet against you?"
Asmodeus seemed not to have heard Belphegor's words, and looked straight at the spreading fish. The sound of footsteps approached, and the other party walked out of the darkness. The dark silhouette was dispersed by the dim light, and then a strange costume was revealed.
In Asmodeus's eyes.
Looking at it directly, it was an outfit that Asmodeus had never seen before. It looked like a bloated diving suit, but it was obvious that the only connection between it and the diving suit was that it looked similar.
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White cloth is wrapped in layers, completely covering the body. Under the spherical helmet is a golden glass mask. The overall look is like a white giant.
This was a diver. At least in Asdermo's perception, this was the kind of dress only divers would wear. Although there was a layer of obstacles between them, she still recognized the other person's identity immediately.
