Chapter 2221

"Gift?"

Ron didn't understand that a devil said he wanted to give himself a "gift", which may be more absurd than hearing a corpse speak English, London turned into a popsicle and so on.

However, since the terrible guy on the throne can communicate normally, Ron can't think that the other party is just talking nonsense.

So... What is the so-called "gift" that the owner of the corpse wants to give himself? Is there no trace of bewitchment and control? Or endless torture and torture?

Ron shuddered at the thought.

While he was frightened in his heart and still calm on the surface, he heard the devil on the throne speak again——

"Don't worry, a gift is a gift - I don't know what you just thought, but I know it must not be what you think."

The devil who sat firmly on the high steps in the depths of the hall was still lazy, and there was not much emotional color in his hoarse and heavy voice. It is just like a light statement of a fact with an indifferent attitude and state of mind, calm but indifferent.

However, even in such a plain look and posture, it still seems to contain a gentle but powerful momentum. But maybe it's because the other party has taken the initiative to restrain this momentum just now, but now it's a little more hidden.

At that moment, Ron didn't speak, or he probably didn't know what to say - the strength of the other party was obvious. Even if the oppressive force was restrained, the powerful fact would not change a bit.

In this case, Ron felt that what he said was meaningless.

However, seeing Ron's subconscious silence, the tall devil leaning against the armrest of the throne seemed to take the trouble to explain to him:

"According to your human beings, shouldn't 'gifts' be given to express the giver's blessing, intention and friendship to the recipient? I think the dead wind boy has expressed my kindness to you since he decided to bring you to me?"

At this point, he slightly picked his nonexistent eyebrows, and then said with some coldness for the first time:

"If the boy forgets to mention it, then --"

"Master, wronged! I, I told him! I really did!"

Before the devil on the throne had finished, Ron only heard a few footsteps behind him. Immediately after him, he saw the high-ranking living corpse dead wind running in with his hands and feet. While loudly distinguishing, he was so dry that he simply crawled down on the floor.

Ron was stunned when he saw it, but then he didn't even think of himself. He looked up at the devil and said:

"He said, you don't have to blame him... It's me, it's just my own misunderstanding."

In love and reason, for these living corpses and demons, Ron should not flood them even if he has kindness. You know, up to now, how many people have been killed by them!

Whether it is the so-called "natural enemy" or not, at least, it is not too much to say a deep blood feud.

However, even Ron himself didn't know what he was thinking just now. He took the initiative to open his mouth in front of the "master" above, trying to extricate the high-level corpse called "dead wind".

He's still in danger!

"What am I thinking?"

So as soon as he finished, Ron regretted it.

But he didn't expect that when he said this, he would get a slight nod from the one on the throne.

"Really? In that case, forget it!" the devil said calmly. In fact, his sight didn't fall on his hand once. He just continued to look at Ron and waved his hand casually, "but... Did I ask you to come in? Get out!"

When it said this sentence, it looked that Ron had not changed all the time, but everyone present knew that the other party would not say Ron, but the high-level corpse dead wind.

After listening to the master's last words, the dead wind immediately turned his head without saying a word and slipped out again.

Ron scratched his head as he watched the dead wind escape faster than his pet mouse. It's a pity that he can't even laugh at the scene that should have been a little funny.

After reluctantly sorting out his mind, Ron pursed his mouth and boldly took the initiative to continue the topic just now.

"Powerful... Er... Lord devil, you just said that you gave me gifts just to show goodwill and make friends with me. In fact, I understood this when Mr. dead wind 'invited me just now." Ron said, "But I want to know... What is your ultimate goal? At least, I don't think I have anything worth making friends with you."

When Ron said this, the devil immediately shook his head.

"It's not 'you'," it said, "or at least it must be more than you - this gift entrusted to me is for everyone in your stronghold before, and even your whole mankind. And you are just a representative of dead wind choice."

Not for him? On hearing this, Ron felt more ominous about the gift... If the gift was moved by the devil and could not be detected by his own ability, would he dare to take the "gift" back to Hermione and them?

No, of course not! His life alone is enough for him to fear. What's more, he may drag his good friends and even his family into the water?

"I --"

However, after a while of thinking, before Ron could say no, he heard the other party just say a word, which instantly overshadowed his voice.

"Of course, you can refuse this gift. After all, I don't want to force you." the devil is still a little salty, "However, I just hope it's not too late for you to make your own judgment after seeing the gift with your own eyes - believe me, the gift may not be what you like, but it must be something you can't refuse. At the same time, I also want you to understand that this is a kindness I hope to give you... Or in fact, you can say it's a 'show of kindness'."

After talking, the devil seemed to stop waiting for Ron to speak and straightened up and clapped his hands:

"Bring it in!"