Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

When Teresa's succession ceremony began, Hill was squatting in the dark church of Magusta.

The church of the Dark Vatican is a very old-fashioned church, with the typical dim light and solemn atmosphere, coupled with the dark **** symbols decorated around it, the shadow of this magnificent building not only casts on the ground, but also casts on the people. Mind.

The luxurious pure black cloak envelops the slender body, the gold-rimmed sheepskin boots step on the marble floor, the silver-moon squirrel-skin gloves cover the door, and the driven wind blows the candles in the room collectively. The nearest one. The fire element elves have quietly settled in. The visitor leaned lazily against the wall after entering, with the same lazy smile on his face under the hood: "Busy again."

"Everyday." The dark pope before the case put down his quill, "My king, what's the matter?"

Hill buttoned his hood and floated to the reddish-brown high-backed sofa, directly nesting in the shadow, "It's okay." Only his dark red eyes can be seen in the shadow, and he said scribbledly.

"...That would be difficult," Monroe said.

"I thought most people would find things more troublesome." Hill said.

"Because if you have something, you will immediately say things seriously, but okay means you will think of various ways to toss your men." Monroe said.

Hill opened his mouth, and finally said depressed: "You just don't want to see me..."

"Of course not." Monroe said. He got up and went over there to open the window. The humid and sticky air poured in at night, diminishing the faint smell of decay and blood in the room. Hill took a deep breath of fresh air and said: "Actually, I really want to watch Teresa's ceremony." Hill said, "But my identity is really too noble to be there. "

"Actually, I don't want to hide from you this sentence makes me a little bit spit out the desire." Monroe said.

"You can actually tell the truth about this," Hill said.

Monroe let out an "Oh", then continued to look down at the file in front of him. His face was not very real in the dim light, but the hazy feeling made Hill a little itchy.

After staring at Monroe for a while, he felt a little bored because he didn't get any response, so he walked over and sat on the table in front of Monroe, sitting on the table carelessly under his butt.

This action was so arrogant that Monroe, the decent man who was the former Captain of the Paladin and the current Pope of Darkness, was taken aback. He opened his mouth and said after a few seconds: "Books are the ladder of human progress..."

"Then I sat down on the stairs of humans and human progress. I really deserve to be the Demon Lord." Although Hill said inconsistently, he still got off the table and took a look. The mess on the table: "Ah, you lie to me, there is no book. I don't see the ladder of human progress, I only see the waste paper that hinders the communication between you and me."

That is clearly a political document... Okay. Monroe showed a helpless smile: "Then I won't look at it, I will speak with you."

"That's right." Hill sat on the table again, and then stretched out one foot, "Excuse me." As he said so, he leaned his foot over without stopping, Monroe subconsciously. Separate the legs, so Hill's foot directly stepped on the chair where Monroe was sitting, the side of the foot pressed against the inner thigh of Monroe. Monroe glanced down at Hill's irregular feet, trying to get up. But Hill snapped his fingers and magically pressed Monroe back into his seat.

Then Hill smiled with satisfaction and narrowed his eyes: "You can really tolerate me."

"Otherwise, what else can I do?" Monroe asked helplessly.

"Let's leave the stall?" Hill asked.

Monroe said, "Can I?"

Hill pondered for a moment and replied, "If you leave the stall, you may be **** by me."

Monroe hesitated unexpectedly.

Hill was stunned. He retracted his foot and held Monroe's shoulder with his hand and shook it: "What's wrong with you, Monroe, wake up."

Monroe showed a regretful expression: "I didn't have the idea of ​​quitting, but after hearing the consequences you said, I was a little bit ready to move."

"Puff." This time Hill was completely poked with a smile: "This is the so-called pope who is very strong but is too straightforward."

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Monroe said.

Hill stepped on the stool again, "Because you will tell me your thoughts directly, so you often make me feel so cute, do you know?"

"Now I know." Monroe said, "I think I'm cute like that... So in order to make you happier, should I continue to implement this? Or say," Monroe grabbed Hill's ankle and bullied him. , Hill couldn't stabilize his balance and had to support his body with his hands, but in less than a second, Monroe had held his other hand and pressed it on the table.

"boom".

In fact, it is relatively rude.

But neither of them are gentle people, nor are they people who need to be treated with gentleness.

Monroe stared down at Hill, his pupils condensed with tyrannical aggression: "... prefer me like this?"

This feeling.

His gaze seemed to invade his body, and then made him excited.

That excitement drew more other indulgent feelings, growing up in him.

Hill slammed Monroe’s clothes directly with the hand supporting his body, and used Monroe to maintain his shaky body: "Have you heard that sentence?" Hill said: "Cuteness is not in front of sexy. It's worth mentioning."

Monroe looked down at Hill's hand holding the clothes, and then split Hill's fingers one by one, so Hill lost his balance and fell on the table, and Monroe pressed it down.

"I understand." The low voice rang in the dark church.

All the flames went out. Only the moonlight outside was misty.

02.

Then the two made a mess of documents or something.

After the moon passed, Hill lay lazily on the sofa, and Monroe gathered up the mess of papers on the floor.

"When are you going to go to see Teresa?" Hill asked.

"I have conveyed what I mean, so it doesn't matter if I don't see it." Monroe said.

"When did you pass it? What's the mess of you two carrying me?" Hill got up from the sofa.

"I didn't give him any news, that's what I meant to him," Monroe said, "Let him let it go."

"Oh." Hill lay back on the sofa, "I don't know what Alice will do... Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren."

"You trained her well, she is just too young." Hill said.

"So I found her a Lennon, and Teresa should take care of her." Hill said: "Besides I'm still alive, I'm still a demon."

"What did King Oytin say?" Monroe asked, and he didn't answer Hill.

"Just say that." Hill closed his eyes and stunned.

"He probably hates you very much," Monroe said.

"Yes, but it won't hate me more than hate the Pope of Light." Hill said.

"That's true. You are very open to see." Monroe said.

"It's not looking away, it's because..." Hill still closed his eyes and said in a leisurely voice: "The eggs of the whole world can't touch a stone together, can they?"

"Your domineering is the same as ever." Monroe said.

"No." Hill said, "I mean I am as hard as a rock now."

...

The car caught off guard was thrown on Monroe's face.

Then go on...what the hell...

03.

After the war, a lot of the endgame needs to be cleaned up, so the people above are more busy than in the past.

The Dark Vatican sent Leona as a messenger, and Captain Rod planned to let his apprentice Carl or Jack come, but when he heard Leona was there, he went personally. They both have a story.

At the inheritance ceremony, Alice saw Teresa for the second time. She found that she still had hatred and fear for Teresa. Although she knew Teresa should have some agreement with Hill, Teresa was too profound a few years ago. The reflection came into her mind, Alice thought she had forgotten, but looking at Theresa on the stage, she found that her fingers were trembling slightly.

She couldn't help thinking of the meeting between herself and her mother.

It turns out that good feelings are easy to forget, but negative emotions like hatred and fear can last longer.

Alice Mingwu.

-A generation of tyrants seems to be online.

What the messenger needs to do, Alice did very well. She also officially signed a peace agreement on behalf of the Demon World. Among a group of adults, she was calm and calm, and her momentum was no less than that of them.

After the serious meeting, Captain Rod and Leona came over to talk to Alice. Hill used to take Alice on the Deathbird for a while, so Captain Rod and Alice knew him well. I was worried that Alice would feel scared, but then found out that she was unfounded.

"There is not much business. The Demon Lord has mentioned to me that I want to develop all the small islands on the sea, so Captain Rod, you seem to have a lot of things to do next." Alice said.

"I don't even have time to rest." Captain Rod said.

"You'd better not rest." Leona smiled and glanced at Captain Rod: "You are suitable for running around all the time, and you don't have time to think about life and future things."

Captain Rod opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just smiled.

Alice looked at Captain Rod for a while and said, "Did you just plan to say,'Because you didn't plan to appear in my future, so I don't need to think about my future'?"

Captain Rod let out a string of coughs, and Leona glanced at Captain Rod jokingly. Alice knew that she seemed to have done something bad, so she turned her wheelchair and prepared to drive away.

Then came a familiar voice behind him, a male voice that often appeared in dreams.

"Could you please talk about it? Miss Alice."

It's Teresa.

Alice turned her wheelchair and stared at the man in front of her. She remembered his appearance in the fire, and then she nodded, "Of course, Shelley."

The two met for a long time but not much time for conversation. Theresa told the Pope that he actually killed him, and Alice just nodded faintly: "It is speculated."

Teresa didn't know what to say for a while, so he said, "Before he dies, please ask me to take care of you."

Alice looked at Teresa in surprise: "Under Shelley, the weakness of your sentence makes me unable to believe that it came from you."

"People are always multifaceted and complicated." Teresa said with emotion: "I admit that I have a weak side."

Such a calm Teresa stunned Alice: "I'm sorry for my offense just now."

"It's okay," Teresa said.

The two walked along the holy river outside the holy city, Teresa pushing Alice's wheelchair. After a long time, Alice asked, "What kind of person is he?"

Teresa was silent for a while, and replied: "Not a good person, but very powerful."

Alice said "Oh", "You told me that he taught you the last lesson before he died, but if it was me, I would not do it for you, but to arouse your compassion and let you Promise my request afterwards: that is, take care of me."

"It may be so." Teresa said. He hadn't actually thought of this level, because his emotional ups and downs had been too severe recently, and Yiye was blind, and he might slowly figure it out in the future, but not today. Alice told the truth in a word: "...but you really deserve to be..."

"As expected of his daughter?" Alice asked rhetorically.

"Uh, it deserves to be taught by the Demon King." Teresa said, "I want to say this."

Alice smiled. She looked like a little girl for the first time since she came here. She nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

The sun is just right. The future can be expected.

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