Chapter 55 Chapter 55 A freer and more fulfilling life in the demon world...
After all, this is someone else's territory. The subjects of the Crimson Hell are just as unreasonable as their monarch.
Jonah tried to remain calm, to explain, to greet with a smile—
Fuck, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Especially the pen nailed into the tree trunk—
Is that the intensity of your warning?
You're trying to kill someone! He's an envoy from a jealous monarch!
It's ridiculous!
It seems that what Your Majesty said is correct.
His Majesty Frog has long been unable to hold the power of arrogance. He has lost the arrogance that he was most proud of.
Jonah tried to curl the corners of his lips.
But I can't laugh.
"Is this how you, the Scarlet Hell, treat guests?"
The demon maid almost rolled her eyes.
Obviously.
No one in Scarlet Hell has a good impression of the Jealous Monarch.
Jealousy, one of the seven deadly sins, is controlled by the jealous monarch Desis.
He was a guy that even the devils couldn't stand. He had the smallest mind and led the most chaotic city.
He is jealous of anyone who lives better than him. His mind is smaller than the eye of a needle. Since he cannot match the power of others, he uses all kinds of means to force others to submit, and he will use every possible means.
Whenever something big happens in the demon world, this guy is always there.
If the devil maid were to choose.
She would rather deal with the little angel than entertain this guest. Of course, she hasn't even finished modifying An Feng's little bow and arrow yet, so she can't exploit his labor properly!
On the other side, the demon gardener suddenly jumped up, with his sleeves rolled up, muscles bulging, and holding a shovel.
"Hey, brothers, he actually dared to say that the work we are doing now is useless! He has no idea how important our work is, and he even dared to mock us. Most importantly, he even mocked His Majesty's decision. Don't stop me—"
The man was held tightly by several other gardeners.
"Not really, brother."
"Forget it, forget it, brother."
Until someone snatched his shovel away—
"Whoever steals my shovel! I'll knock that guy down with one shovel!"
Then, a large hammer was stuffed into his free, grasping hand.
"Brother, don't use that. It doesn't hurt. Use this!"
The devil gardener whose shovel suddenly turned into a hammer: ...
The gardeners who were trying to stop the quarrel and prevent His Majesty from getting into trouble were like: ...
Jonah looked at me blankly: ...
The maid who threw away the pen and successfully recovered it: 6
I watched as several demons dragged away the more powerful gardener.
Jonah could no longer hold back his smile.
He looked at the demon maid.
"So I'm here to arrange a meeting time for our Majesty with His Majesty Frog. Could you at least let Butler Mo Lu negotiate with me?"
"Oh, if you think so, you should have said so earlier."
The demon maid twirled the pen gracefully.
"Please wait here for a moment. I will inform Master Mo Lu, but he is a little busy right now."
She smiled and pointed to the lake not far away and the bench next to the lake.
The Demon Guards train at the other end.
A group of muscular men looked over fiercely and vigilantly, then quickly ran away.
Just as Jonah turned his head to look,
The demon maid turned around gracefully and left neatly.
My goodness, Jonah was almost laughing out of anger.
He was disappointed and felt very angry.
He stood by the lake and contacted the jealous monarch Decis.
"Your Majesty, you are absolutely right."
There was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
"Your Majesty Frog no longer possesses the qualifications to possess such arrogant authority. The Crimson Hell will no longer be recognized by the Demon Realm. We need to seize the opportunity. The process is not important. You have always been seeking the result, isn't it?"
After a moment, an appreciative laugh came from the other side.
"Let that angel be the stepping stone for Frog to be condemned by the Demon Realm. I hope I can be the first to get one point out of this seven-point Demon Realm situation."
"As you wish, Frog's attitude towards angels and messengers will surely spread. By then, all seven hells will know of this angel's existence. He will be well-protected, as will the Scarlet Devil King Castle, which is sheltering the angel, and the arrogant monarch who has already 'bowed' to the Kingdom of Heaven."
End of conversation.
Jonah looked up again.
With a hint of malice, he looked into the lake.
"Water monster Garr?"
Garr is also sealed in a mimicry state. As a large water monster with advantages in size and physique, although this mimicry can release magic, it undoubtedly limits its other actions.
Jonah and Carl don't get along well. As the guardian beasts of the moat, they have had many dealings with each other.
They even had a fight.
And the current situation.
Jiaer felt something was wrong and suddenly sank.
To be honest, Jonah thought that Scarlet Hell's behavior was nothing, even if his conversation with the Jealous Majesty was overheard by others.
But he still smiled and approached the lake, wanting to take the opportunity to avenge his past.
"You look so ugly, Carl, the way you look now."
Jiaer gurgled and almost spit water at him.
Pooh!
You just said that angels are ugly, and the water monster really questions your aesthetic taste!
You are ugly, your whole family is ugly!
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An Feng had already finished eating the fruit.
He held the bright red fruit in his hands and nibbled it in small bites.
Because all the fruits looted from Gran have been eaten.
So the fruit for today's dinner was picked from the plants that had just been planted.
Although it is red, it has not been carefully cultivated and is still in the wild.
So I guess it’s not as sweet as the one the little angel ate before.
Mo Lu was watching next to him. An Feng held the fruit in both hands, took a bite and squinted his eyes, then took another bite and squinted his eyes again.
The sour little face wrinkled slightly.
Spoiled!
It's really too delicate!
He clearly chose the reddest fruit!
It will take at least another month for the demon gardener to actually cultivate more delicious fruits.
During this month, the little angels rely on the fruits grown in the wild and hanging on the branches.
I've eaten like this today.
If you eat it every day after that, won’t you cry in front of them?
Oh, he understood.
This insidious and cunning angel has this very purpose.
So that they can't raise him well! He deliberately pretends to have a low tolerance, so that he can then naturally complete his ulterior motives and carry out the conspiracy of the Kingdom of Heaven. Then, he, the key to not raising the angel well, will be expelled by His Majesty and thrown into the moat. There will be no place for him here anymore!
Mo Lu exclaimed.
Mo Lu understood!
Mo Lu's expression became more and more serious.
Xiao Anfeng blinked his eyes.
Lick the corner of your lips.
"Um, Uncle Molu——"
In fact, according to age, the little angel should call grandpa, and he should call him Grandpa Frog.
But on the surface, the elegant and gloomy young butler made the little angel really unable to call him any other name.
So uncle should be more correct, right?
Um?
uncle?
Mo Lu suddenly turned his head and looked at Xiao Anfeng with a gloomy face.
What are you yelling about?!
What kind of relatives are you trying to create?!
Do you think you can make me feel sweet just by calling me uncle?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"do what?"
Mo Lu was not angry or angry.
"Wipe your hands."
The little angel pointed to the wet towel in the other person's hand.
Although it can be eliminated with magic, the wet towel made by Uncle Molu is fragrant and feels warm and comfortable after wiping.
Finally, I lived in a 'single room'. The little octopus, who was happily being raised by the little angel, was swimming in the crystal tank. When he heard this, he immediately stuck out his little head, with love in his eyes, and tried desperately to climb out.
Wipe your hands?
Why are you wiping your hands?
I can lick it clean!
The little octopus made a heart shape with its tentacles, trying to get out of the crystal tank.
The crazy pervert's energy made Mo Lu silent for a moment.
The elegant butler expressionlessly pressed the little octopus back into the tank with one hand.
Then he squatted down and wiped the little angel's hands properly and expressionlessly.
"I can do it myself—" Wipe.
"Please, angel, be quiet while the devil works."
Wiping An Feng's little hand, Mo Lu spoke coldly.
He won't be fooled by an angel!
Little Angel: ...
All right.
Not long after, after wiping An Feng's hands, Mo Lu muttered that angels are just delicate, and was about to go and see if he could change the staple food for the little angel tomorrow, or make the fruit more delicious, and then turned and left.
The halo on An Feng's head shook.
Then look down at the little octopus.
"I have to go to work too."
The little pink octopus crawled out and looked at An Feng eagerly.
Then he watched the wings behind the little angel spread out.
The wings, now fully feathered, finally have the ability to fly.
An Feng just took a moment to adjust himself before taking down the small bow and arrow from the building next door.
Very strange.
An Feng was a little confused holding the bow and arrow.
How did the maid sister put the bow and arrow so high up?
If he couldn't fly yet, or if he didn't step on something, he wouldn't be able to get it.
Is this also a challenge from the devil?
to be honest.
An Feng always felt that this challenge was a bit too simple.
The little angel walked towards the garden, holding a small bow and arrow in one hand and a small fish tank in the other.
He lives a freer and more fulfilling life here than in heaven.
An angel living a free and fulfilling life in the demon world? Few people would believe it, right?
The little guy pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to laugh.
But he licked the remaining juice on the corner of his lips.
The delicate little face wrinkled instantly.
Woo, so sour.
The sourness of this fruit is the real test for the angel, right?
An Feng, who was not defeated by the devil's attitude but was defeated by the sourness of the fruit, frowned and thought bitterly.
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