Chapter 3823

Money is not worth mentioning, but Satan is really good at using money.

There are many ways to manipulate human beings, and using wealth to seduce is actually one of the best tricks of demons. When someone makes a deal with the devil in hell and wants to exchange his soul for money, every demon who hears this will immediately realize that he has met a new fool.

Because whether it is gold, silver, jewelry, money or bonds, this kind of thing is only useful in human society. The soul used to trade is the chip through the universe.

In addition, when this person completely sells his soul to the devil, or dies suddenly one day, these wealth will return to the devil's hands again.

Because it's common sense to sell high and suck low. When they don't have human money in their hands, they will find some rich people who are seriously ill and dying and propose another transaction, such as $100 million for one-day life.

Often will succeed, those who are afraid of death want to change all their wealth into a few days of survival.

Buy a batch of banknotes at a low price, hang the trader's life with some magic or tricks to complete the transaction, and then sell the obtained banknotes to young people at an exaggerated high price in exchange for soul, and the profit is born.

That's what demons do. They want more fools, the better.

In a word, Lucifer doesn't have his own home, or his home is in hell, or in heaven where he can't return.

When living in Los Angeles, he contracted the presidential suite on the top floor of a hotel for a long time and lived there happily. He did go to hell, but he was still one of Satans, and a group of loyal men supported him.

Living in a luxury hotel has many advantages. First, you don't have to clean yourself.

Every day, a waiter comes to clean up when he leaves the room, clean up the body fluids and feces of men and women scattered all over the suite, and replace them with new sheets and towels. Every day, cycle after cycle.

Secondly, Lucifer can't cook. No, it's not rigorous. In fact, he has mastered a cooking method, Hellfire barbecue.

But after so many years, I'm tired of barbecue. If I live in a hotel, Michelin chefs cook and send them to the suite every day. Lucifer just eats, doesn't he spend money? There are plenty of money.

For this fallen angel, the powerful power he has is only for himself to eat, drink and have fun better.

There is no difference between good and bad people for him. He doesn't care if there is any existence that wants to destroy the multiverse. Anyway, he just needs to ensure that he can continue to be happy.

His happiness is also very simple. As one of Satan, he is a "omniscient" with all seven sins.

It's also fun to drink and eat too much, to engage in sexual relations, to sacrifice others for yourself, and to lie flat and fish.

But Lucifer is not a happy man. His relationship with God makes him tragic. All his actions at this time are actually silent struggle.

This kind of person is sober, quick thinking, and just deliberately doing things that show their differences. Therefore, it is generally called "Xiuer".

"Dangdang."

Fly to the outside of the hotel roof and knock on the glass. The death knell looks at Satan who is drinking in the room without expression.

About forty or fifty strong men and women fell naked in the room and slept. It was obvious that they consumed too much physical strength last night, and the demon king appreciated his achievements in this chaotic scene.

Lucifer seemed to know before the death knell arrived. He saw several people outside the window, showing a perfect smile, came to open the window and let them in:

"Oh, dear death knell, I didn't expect you like to go through the back door. Come on, please come in and have something to drink. I have all kinds of wine you can think of. Of course, if you like to drink blood, I can get it for you. Who calls you my favorite guest, ha ha."

Speaking of vulgar meat jokes, he thought he was shaking his eyebrows interestingly, as if he was suggesting something.

Jesse and rabbit are both uncomfortable. The depraved and profane scene in front of them makes the two heroes feel uncomfortable physically and mentally.

But the awkward place is here. Lucifer stands in the center of all the filth. However, he looks like a snow-white lotus in the oily sewage, which looks so pure and clean.

The dirtier the surroundings, the more perfect he looks, like all sins are just used to set off his background.

This kind of confusion is the most unacceptable. The eyes and brain tell one thing, but the soul holds the opposite opinion.

"Oh, let's have something human can drink." The death knell carried the orangutan across the bodies on the ground and went to the messy bar: "by the way, give the orangutan a drink. He hasn't drunk the wine of the demon king of hell."

There were men, women and children in the room. Everyone had a suspicious flush on his face. At this time, he was intoxicated with the ups and downs with Lucifer and smiled in his dream.

The Satan's taste is a little unique, but he still can't shake the will power of the death knell, because after seeing his cousin's playing methods, Lucifer is far from enough class!

There are no cows, no mud monsters, no strange and indescribable unidentified creatures in the suite, that's all?

Lucifer really loved human beings as much as he did when he was an angel.

As a retired devil, Lucifer likes to open nightclubs, so he is happy to pour wine, and doesn't care about his identity at all.

To be exact, he knew he had only served God in the past, so providing service to every customer now would give him a sense of revenge.

With a smile, Lucifer, who was naked and only had a bath towel around his waist, went around the bar to mix wine. He leaned gracefully against the counter and chatted with the death knell:

"First of all, this orangutan is also a bar owner. Don't steal my secret recipe for mixing wine in hell, hehe. By the way, don't be stunned by the two at the window. Come and sit down. You can drink some juice and take it in the fridge."

He is very generous, because he just likes to be lively. Being noticed will satisfy his "pride". The more people stare at him, the more comfortable he is.

The rabbit looked at the red fruit strong men who were lying upside down everywhere in the suite. It was like seeing the veritable Magic Cave. He smiled awkwardly and politely: "thank you, Mr. devil, but I still won't go there. The air near the window is better."

Jesse is the same. As a beautiful girl, this environment is too exciting for her, so she keeps covering her eyes and shaking her head.

"Oh, don't be so polite, Roger. Just call me Lucifer. That's what my friends call me." The super devil smiled and released his kindness. He smiled more sunny than superman, and the action of squeezing his eyes was more charming: "please help yourself. I'll talk to the death knell a little."

The joking Angel tilted his head lovably, pushed the mixed wine to the death knell and asked him with his eyes.

So Su Ming told the Satan the dream fragment about the two flowers and tasted the so-called hell blending formula.

The taste of alcohol can hardly be tasted, leaving only the strange smell of blood mixed with sulfur. This thing can be drunk by humans, but it's another matter to drink it to death.

But in the love of animals, the wine Lucifer handed Bobo is completely normal, which is an ordinary golden soup.

"Barry ran into the super time stream, which means he may have entered any nonexistent timeline, or went to any single universe we don't know. I don't think there will be any solution to find the sleeping devil, so I came directly to you."

The death knell drank the awful hell cocktail, took out a box of skimmed milk from his pocket and patted it on the bar. He used the light ring to turn out pots and pans to cook milk tea for Lucifer at the scene, waiting for his answer.

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