Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Please believe me more after I submit to you...

Behind the curtain on the right, a woman in a long skirt leaned lazily on a brocade couch, her dark eyes revealing an expression that was difficult to discern.

Lin Miao heard himself speaking humbly, "Lord Beelzebub is very polite. I cannot bear the title of 'Demon King'... But the Lord, who has reached the pinnacle of sorcery, is willing to invite me to a banquet and a negotiation. I am truly honored."

In the face of absolute military power suppression, could it be that "she" who conquered hell in the previous life is also the type to be polite and to flatter her competitors?

Lin Miao felt familiar, but also strangely a little cute in contrast.

Then, her eyes swept to the side in front of her, where a long-haired young man was kneeling respectfully on a bamboo mat under a brocade chair.

“…”

Saying "kneel respectfully" may not be very appropriate.

The dark-colored, bathrobe-like dress was tied loosely, with the front mostly open. Her long hair, a mixture of black and red, was casually scattered, with a few strands brushing over her shoulders.

In the soft and clear light, the side of his face facing her appears even more angular, beautiful and hazy.

His knees were spread wide apart, firmly planted on the ground. His back stretched out in a straight arc, and the muscles on both sides of his spine bulged, forming a chiseled outline.

His hands were tied behind his back by purple magic light ropes, and the veins on the back of his wrists exposed from his sleeves were bulging.

Dark green thorn branches clung to his back, sharp thorns dug into his flesh, and bloodstains formed a dark pattern on his black robe.

...What a great way to ask for forgiveness.

Does Hell also like to read "Records of the Grand Historian: Biographies of Lian Po and Lin Xiangru"?

"My Lord, there's no need to be so modest." A gentle male voice smiled from the other side. The words came slowly, using many phrases, yet were filled with sincerity. "From the moment you were born, you were destined to be king..."

"If you don't believe me, you should believe in divination."

He paused, a bit shy, and said, "I admire you... so I invite you to be my guest."

Behind a curtain, the devilish young man raised his face, and the jealousy and vicious malice in his black pupils were like the phosphorescence in the eyes of a lurking snake, flickering and clearly visible.

"Master..." His lips opened and closed silently, and the tip of his moist red tongue was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, full of temptation.

"Admiration?" The woman curled her lips slightly and made a harmless joke. "I thought the lord was impressed by the strength of my legion... but it turns out he's also attracted by my personal charm."

The solitary lord, who had spent years alone in the valley studying magic, clearly didn't understand humor very well. Beelzebub probably thought the Demon King was unhappy with this, and in his anxiety, his words became a bit disorganized: "No... yes..."

"I admire the Demon King because you... rule your people well. You initially trapped your men in the Ten Thousand Dry Valley for days... without shedding blood. I, I know you have good intentions."

Wankugu? ...After Anwei killed Kugugu, Beelzebub chose to invite the Demon King as a guest and actively requested peace talks?

Were the two dreams of Jealousy Head a TV series? Lin Miao listened to the increasingly soothing piano music, lost in thought.

At this time, the benefits of her body not being under her control became apparent. She could observe with peace of mind - this crappy skill of "Entering Dreams and Knowing the Mind" was rarely covered by after-sales service, so there must be many points worth exploring.

The devil raised his hand, and the demon kneeling under his seat staggered two steps, and the spikes pierced deeper.

"Lord Beelzebub is generous, but I cannot ignore the fact that my subordinates disobeyed orders." The woman's voice was cold. "I did not intend to massacre the Wanku Valley. I have come to the meeting today and brought the culprit to apologize to the Lord."

'Bring' the culprit to apologize to the lord... not 'let'. Lin Miao heard the subtle difference clearly, and Beelzebub was not completely stupid.

He was silent for a few breaths, then suddenly said, "Go down."

The piano music paused, and the demon musician who was playing the piano stood up, bowed to the private rooms on both sides, and left the small building.

The air grew quiet, like an airtight block of lead, pressing down on the surroundings. Only the rhythmic breathing of the wielding demon remained, abrupt and incongruous in the midst of the negotiation.

"Anwei, apologize." said the devil.

The demon lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and faint sounds of dislocating bones could be heard.

"Apologize." This time she used a higher level of suppression in her order. The magic power in her voice leaked out, and the color in the demon's eyes changed, occasionally showing a faint blood red.

"...An Wei." Lin Miao could feel that the controller of this body was a little angry.

She suppressed her anger and said, "If your mistakes are to be borne by Errol, then you don't have to appear before me from now on."

"Master!" The young man suddenly raised his eyes, the muscles on his cheek twitched, and a ferocious look flashed across his handsome face, like a ghost.

"...I'm sorry, Lord Beelzebub." The corners of his lips twitched. "I shouldn't have cleared out the disrespectful trash for my master, because the trash was your subordinate."

The demon's forced "apology" was still perverse and rude, with the word "provocation" written all over his body.

It seems that after that cross play, the devil still couldn't coax her vicious dog into submission. Lin Miao judged so.

Before the devil could punish Anwei, Beelzebub intervened in time: "Dry Bones was disrespectful first, but the three-headed dog is devoted to you and cannot be blamed."

He breathed lightly, and his already feminine tone became even softer and timid.

"If you're sorry for this... please trust me more after I submit to you."

"I...can also be your loyal subordinate."

Although she was clearly the one who was "right", she completely handed over the initiative, as if power, status and other things that the creatures of hell pursued were not as important as what she valued.

……shameless.

Shameless bastard!!!

The terrifying demonic aura lingered around the three-headed dog, swirling like a hurricane; in contrast, behind the curtain opposite, everything was calm.

Beelzebub didn't even take any defensive measures. He just sat on his knees in a reserved manner, with his hood dropped, revealing his dark green bob.

The devil glanced at Anwei lightly, and the hurricane disappeared.

"She" said calmly, "Lord Beelzebub has hosted a banquet and voluntarily surrendered to me, pledging allegiance. Naturally, I have no reason not to trust him. All of his forces will remain under his control. You will become my fourth trusted general."

"On par with the three-headed dog."

If the last sentence wasn't meant to criticize An Wei, Lin Miao would have swallowed Beelzebub alive.

The effect of this warning on An Wei was obvious. After the words "equal" were spoken, his resentful and malicious expression suddenly froze, and he was completely stunned.

He knelt on the ground in disbelief, his dark eyes looking at her profile - Lin Miao guessed that her expression must be extremely cold at this moment, because the three-headed dog's body, which only became more excited when faced with the long whip and thorns, shrank.

"Thanks."

The thin demon murmured, "Thank you... I will never let you down... I will never betray you... ever."

forever.

Beelzebub's whispers filled with gratitude and joy finally thawed Anwei's thoughts.

The Demon King always keeps his word.

Even though he knew that it was the master's punishment for his repeated rebellion, even though he knew that the master would still favor him——

He also couldn't change the fact that a new, lowly demon was about to become his equal and openly take away his master's attention.

How would those two bastards, Mammon and Cesia, mock and ridicule him?

How would his two useless "brothers", who were always coveting this body, use this as an excuse to join forces and force him into a deep sleep, so as to snatch the master's praise?

The most terrifying thing was that he could not take action against Beelzebub - the devil could tolerate discord among his subordinates and some minor obstacles, but if it came to the point of killing each other, he could not bear His wrath.

“…”

His hands began to tremble, his brain was overwhelmed by panic and jealousy, and his reason was buried by the surging waves.

He ignored the pressure exerted on him by his master, and also ignored the fact that Beelzebub was about to lift the curtain and accept the canonization of the Demon King. He crawled towards Lin Miao desperately and with difficulty.

"Master..." An Wei called out, his voice hoarse, causing the other two people present to stop.

Beelzebub paused in lifting the curtain, and his pale, slender, bony hands tightly grasped the curtain; the woman who was about to cast the branding spell withdrew her magic power and looked at him with a frown.

"...I was wrong. I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" An Wei's long hair wrapped around her knees, her cheek pressed against the folds of her skirt, and she kept chattering.

"I shouldn't have deliberately disobeyed your orders and wanted you to punish me... Keep your eyes on me more."

"I shouldn't have spoken ill of him just because I was jealous of him being offered amnesty by you..."

"I was wrong, Master... I really know I was wrong... Please... Please..."

He raised his beautiful eyes, his long eyelashes trembling with scattered light, like wet butterfly wings.

The water droplets rolled out of the eye sockets very slowly and lightly, following the red upturned smudge at the end of the eye, sliding down, passing the straight nose bridge, and hovering at the tip of the nose for a moment before finally falling on the chest, spreading a small watery, transparent mark.

Anvi cries.

Is the head of jealousy made of water? Lin Miao sighed silently, and "she" also let out a slight sigh at the same time.

"I am more beautiful than him." The young man said, and brought the face that Lin Miao admitted was difficult for her to refuse close to her.

The devil is always good at taking advantage of beauty.

The scaly tail trembled and emerged from the hem, curled up into the shape of a heart.

"I can please you better than he can."

The building was small, and the demon didn't lower his voice. Lin Miao could hear it, and Beelzebub could hear it too.

Seeing Lin Miao remain silent, something in An Wei's eyes quickly shattered, and then a look of determination flashed across his eyes.

The devil tied his hands behind his back more as a warning, without using much force.

The sharp tail directly cut the light rope. An Wei lifted Lin Miao's wide skirt with both hands, leaned over, and put the whole dog in.

The luxurious cloth hung down, covering most of his body, leaving only his long, swirling tail exposed.

“…Anwei!”

The devil could not accept the fact that there was a third party present. "She" grabbed his tail in anger and pulled out a scale.

However, neither the scolding nor the severe pain on his tail could make him restrain himself. It seemed that the greedy demon would not stop as long as she did not break his wanton bones and cut off his hungry tongue.

In the warm swamps, the predator's lips, tongue and sharp teeth are the best weapons for hunting.

When they hold their prey in their mouths, the wet and hot touch will wander around the prey's wounds, patrolling slowly, as if judging where to start.

In the closed cage, the smell, temperature, and even the muffled breathing of the beast were all trapped in this small space, emitting a dizzying heat.

Sweating, stammering, pantomiming screams when unable to bear it; panicking, trembling,

There will be a trance and illusion of expectation.