"You cunning miser!"
Beelzebub screamed with his mouth up and down, and his eight tentacle-like arms on the left and right swung angrily, obviously very angry.
"Don't say that."
Mammon said with a bit of pride, raising her pointed index finger high: "Don't forget who provided the property to create the underworld.
If I were stingy, maybe there would be nothing here.
The throne you sit on is all funded by me.”
Beelzebub's anger was suppressed a little, but he was still unconvinced and said: "You gave these two people their special abilities.
You actually gave them such powerful special abilities."
"Dear Beelzebub."
Mammon said with a smile: "The two people you gave special abilities are still alive.
Each of them has half the chance.
The survival rate is about the same.
Hurry up and fulfill your promise."
"Yes, I'm sorry."
Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but interject.
The blood on Regel's thigh was almost pouring out, and one of his trouser legs was dyed red: "Two great Satans, can you help us treat our injuries first?"
" "Oh, I got it."
Mammon was staring at what she was asking for, and waved her hand casually: "Matthew, help them treat it."
"Yes, my master, the great Satan Mammon."
Mathes, dressed in palace attire and with his face painted white, bowed elegantly and pretentiously.
Then he walked up to them, looked up and down, and sighed: "I am responsible for the first floor that I am not in charge of.
What kind of stupid cook can't do anything except cooking.
Okay, come on."
He waved the scepter in his hand, and the scepter glowed, and then it fell like silver shards, falling on the heads and bodies of the four people.
Cheng Qianxun suddenly felt that all the fatigue in his body was gone, and his body became lighter.
Regal beside her stood up, pulled off his medieval funny pumpkin pants, and saw that the wounds on his thighs were gone and were back to normal.
"Hurry up and fulfill your promise, don't be a scumbag, hurry up, hurry up," Mammon laughed happily.
Beelzebub could only angrily order to the steward dressed as a chef beside him: "Beeses, you help Satan Mammon cook for three days, and you can do whatever he wants to eat, just like serving him.
Serve him."
"Yes.
It's the master."
The fat Beeses was like a doormat.
His hands pinched each other nervously and he nodded repeatedly.
After working for a long time, they had enough food for three days.
At this time, the four of them were powerless to grieve and angry.
It was Satan who was betting their lives and deaths.
Even their lives were given by the underworld.
What power and ability did they have to protest?
The cheerful Mammon raised her long black legs and said proudly: "Beses, you will be called Mathes for these three days."
When he saw Mathais next to him, his mouth dropped, he immediately changed his words and said, "Oh.
Just call me little Mathais."
Now Mathais finally smiled.
Mammon sat on the throne with one leg raised, his appearance was noble but also full of air.
He was probably the only one who could bare his dark body.
Spreading your legs widely can still give you an aristocratic look.
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As soon as he moved his long black fingernails, a lit cigar appeared in his hand.
He took a deep breath and enjoyed this moment of victory: "Well, little Mathes, later.
I'll prepare some food for our guests, and give me a medium-rare veal steak.
As for dear Beelzebub, just give him a corpse to eat by himself every day for these three days.
Anyway, he likes it best.
Eating human flesh raw.”
Beelzebub was so angry that he blew out green smoke, and some flies that had just hatched from beside his throne hovered in the smoke.
"Using restoration techniques and voodoo dolls..."
His eyes, red with anger, moved towards Cheng Qianxun and Sneijder, and suddenly stretched out a tentacle, pointing towards Sneijder.
Sneijder's whole body was shocked like an electric shock, and he heard Mammon jump up from the throne and scream: "What are you doing?"
Did Beelzebub do something to Sneijder?
Cheng Qianxun was so anxious that he rushed to Sneijder and looked at him up and down.
There was something wrong: "How are you?
Is there something wrong?"
Sneijder looked at himself and couldn't figure out what was going on: "There's nothing wrong.
It doesn't hurt or itch."
"No, no" Mammon jumped in front of everyone, her three-meter-high body shook the ground.
He stared at Sneijder with blood-red eyes and a ferocious face.
He clenched his hands and made a crackling sound in his joints.
After a while, he yelled heartbreakingly to the sky: "My baby, my baby."
Beelzebub laughed ferociously and imitated Mammon's tone just now: "Dear Satan Mammon, why don't you just extend it for another fifteen days?
Don't be so excited."
Haha, Cheng Qian was having fun.
The two Satans' fighting spirit actually gave Sneijder a benefit.
As long as he has this "God's body", he is equivalent to having a gold medal for immunity from death.
Mammon will never let go of this treasure.
He quickly praised loudly: "Thank you Satan Beelzebub, thank you generous Satan Mammon, you are simply too great."
The other teammates suddenly laughed and quickly made up all kinds of flattering remarks.
"My baby, my body..."
Mammon looked at Sneijder as if she was about to cry without tears.
"Who told you not to hurry up?"
Beelzebub's two tentacles covered the upper and lower bloody mouth, smiling so much that if he had a small tongue, he could have exposed it.
"It must be you."
Mammon turned around angrily and jumped in front of Beelzebub, regardless of the fat maggots surrounding Beelzebub's throne.
He stepped on one of the armrests of Beelzebub's black throne with one foot, lowered his head and bared his teeth, and his words were extremely sinister and filled with a heavy chill: "I have suspected you for a long time.
You have always wanted to eat my body as God.
I refused, so I was tortured like this.”
Mammon was obviously going crazy with anger.
His arrow-shaped tail stood straight up, and his huge black bat wings were spread out, like a wild beast lying in front of Beelzebub.
"Hahaha, generous Mammon."
Beelzebub faced the fierce-looking Mammon and smiled happily: "To tell you the truth, I will definitely do this, but it's a pity that it's not me.
You are not the one to exchange your treasure for a mortal.
You should ask other Satans about what I did.”
"Mammon, actually this is fine.
If you put it lifelessly in a collection, you won't be able to live a good life."
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After speaking, Regel walked behind Sneijder, gently spread his hands, and pulled Sneijder's clothes off with a "hiss" sound. torn.
"What are you doing?"
Sneijder glared at Regel, holding tightly to the only remaining trousers with both hands.
Regel looked at Mammon carefully and whispered to Sneijder softly: "If you want preferential treatment, don't be afraid of being naked.
Take it off quickly and show Mammon."
He couldn't help but pull Sneijder.
The only remaining fig leaf of virtue.
"Hiss" Cheng Qianxun turned his body slightly at this time, not daring to look at it anymore, his face turned red.
Mammon turned her head, and when her blood-red eyes touched Sneijder's body, which stood like a statue of David, her ferocious face immediately changed.
He turned around, clasped his hands together, showing an intoxicated look, and his voice became softer: "Oh, it's so beautiful, so beautiful..."
Cheng Qianxun didn't dare to squint when he looked at Mammon.
He suppressed a smile and asked, "Great Satan Mammon, thank you for your generosity.
How about asking him to dance for you?"
"Okay, okay" Mammon immediately nodded excitedly, her cracked white fangs shining brightly.
"Handsome boy, dance quickly."
Reger threw the torn off pants to Sneijder, who was extremely embarrassed.
Rudolf suppressed a smile and said, "Just dance inside the wooden house.
That would be wonderful."
"Okay."
Mammon shook his feet, shook off the maggots that had crawled on his hooves, and jumped onto the throne.
As if he was sitting at the VIP table, he casually and slightly arrogantly pointed his finger: "Jump."
Bar" "Jump quickly, you will definitely get benefits."
Regel said softly.
"You big bastard" Sneijder was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to dig a hole and hide.
"I'm doing it for your own good."
After thinking for a while, Regeer began to tear up his own clothes.
After tearing off a piece, he raised it high and spun around in a circle, twisting his waist and jumping: "Then I'll dance with you.
This is called Turning in circles, right?
What else?”
Then it was shameless.
Rudolf took off his coat and danced his national dance: "Dance, dance, for the great Satan" "Haha" Mamen seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness just now, and opened her mouth with a smile.
No matter, as long as Satan is happy, Zheng Qianxun also started to twist.
She took off her coat and danced Yangko with two sleeves.
"Okay, jump, jump."
So Sneijder gritted his teeth, lifted up his pants, and danced: "Look at the professionals, this is called back rubbing, this is called chest muscle shaking, look at the motor Hips."
"Watch my Zhongzi dance..."
"Want to watch the men's foot ballet..."
"Watch my handstand..."
It was as lively as a carnival party.
"Haha, good!"
Mammon was so happy that she slapped the armrests of his golden throne studded with various gems with both hands and screamed repeatedly.
"Wonderful, good, good."
Mathes, who was next to the throne, held the scepter under his arm, smiled so much that the powder on his face fell off, raised his hands high, and clapped pretentiously.
Rolling all over the floor, twisting wildly, and humming an unknown tune, the four people jumped to Mamen and finally smiled with satisfaction and shouted: "Okay, very good."
They finally collapsed on the ground gasping for air.
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"Very good," Mammon said with a smile, as if she was in an unusually happy mood: "You performed quite well.
In this case, let's use the body of God for another fifteen days."
Then he said "Uh-huh" twice, immediately put away his smile, shook his fingers slightly, and restored his excessive elegance and nobility: "Matthew, serve our guests well; little Mathais, hurry up and cook, our guests I’m hungry, I’m hungry too” "Yes, my master."
One of the two stewards spread his arms and saluted, while the other bent down and held his hands.
Beelzebub, however, had been sitting expressionless since the beginning of the dance.
At this time, he burped: "It's so boring, Beeses."
Seeing Mammon turning her head and glaring at him, she said helplessly: "Okay, my respected Satan Mammon, can you ask your little Mathes to prepare a meal for me?
I will be very grateful."
Mamen opened her mouth, laughed exaggeratedly, and said leisurely: "Dream, go to the bottom floor and eat the corpse."
"Hmph."
Beelzebub resented the fact that a stream of green air came out of his nose.
His huge, plump body gradually blurred with his black throne
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