Chapter 662: Shared thugs

"I haven't seen you for a few days, how do you feel that you have lost a lot?"

At this time, Su Ming was sitting on a black stone chair, and there was no view at all around him. There was only a circle of lava. The heat caused the air to twist constantly, strangling and retracting into his body.

In front of him was a shriveled devil, with only bones under the red skin, and the ribs were clearly visible.

The other party looked at Su Ming with a smile, showing his mouth full of fangs, squatting on his throne like a monkey, and touching his stomach with a sharp claw after hearing this.

He was like many people who died of starvation. He was skinny, with a big belly, and looked very sick.

"Hehe, I have a bad appetite recently. I heard that you became a Supreme Mage, but I haven't had time to congratulate you."

"This is not a happy event. Maybe you will kill him one day, hehe..." Su Ming greeted each other with a smile on his face, with Erlang's legs folded and his hands folded on his knees.

The skinny devil turned sideways, stuck himself in the groove of the throne, with his head resting on the armrest on one side, his legs raised high.

"At least, Mephisto has no intention of invading the main dimension. It's enough to do business now."

Su Ming smiled. Mephisto's business is not very small. He has almost a monopoly on the soul trading of the earth, and there are many demons under him. He is always looking for customers for him.

Clients are generally gamblers who have lost all their possessions, patients who have no cure, prostitutes who are desperate, or fools with excessive curiosity.

Mephisto will give them what they want, money, love, health, hope, only the unexpected, without him can't do it.

Of course, these are basically false, either illusory smoke or time-limited illusions.

Money is counterfeit money, love is a succubus, health is reflection, hope is actually despair.

He is a demon, and what he does is to reclaim the soul.

"I know, so didn't the first stop of my journey to **** start with you?"

Mephisto looked at the woman beside the new Supreme Mage. The woman with long blonde hair was playing with lava with her boots.

The first stop is hell? Where did the **** lord by your side come from? This ability to open your eyes and tell lies is better than Gu Yi.

Mephisto bounced from the throne, he had no intention of entangled in trivial matters.

Lies, deceit, conspiracy, these traits are more to his appetite, if he was 1% welcome to Su Ming's arrival before, then now it has 2%.

He grabbed his head from the throne and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it casually and spit it out like a betel nut: "Then I will take the Supreme Master to visit my hell?"

"Hehe, just what I want."

Su Ming saw clearly what Mephisto’s abacus was. He was showing his weight and showing his role in balance.

Supreme Master, he is not afraid, as long as he is in hell, no one can hurt him.

But if the Supreme Master targets the little devils who go to the main dimension to start business, then **** will be bankrupt.

Su Ming would not do this, because in his opinion Mephisto's tricks were more like euthanasia. Many soul sellers died in confusion, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Take the little match girl as an example. Before she died, she had only matches to keep warm. She saw food and relatives from the hallucinations, and then died in the snow with hunger and cold.

If she makes a deal with the devil, she can at least eat real food, see her relatives, and then die without pain with a smile.

Although they are all deaths, the way to die later is better. The devils do better in hospice care than the priests.

As for what will happen to the soul in hell, that is another story. In Mephisto's hell, there are not many souls as musical instruments.

He has his own set of criteria, and only the person who likes to quarrel most in his lifetime will have his soul tied to the spire.

Mephisto likes to gamble, and he has the most gamblers in hell.

While thinking, Su Ming followed in the footsteps of the devil, Mephisto waited for him with a smile on his face, as if planning to walk side by side with him.

Su Ming pushed the secret guest and asked her to go with Mephisto: "You have more exchanges between the **** lords, and I will just take a look."

The secret guest nodded seriously when he heard this, but Mephisto couldn't help his mouth twitching.

What is there to communicate between **** and the border of hell? The boss behind one is death, and the boss behind the other is an ancient god, which is not a way at all.

The current routine of **** is to use ghosts to generate electricity. The soul is both labor and currency in circulation. Where is the border of hell? They are all tentacle monsters, relying on the set of chaos and corruption.

But Mephisto quickly returned to his smile, clapped his hands, and raised a door from the hot lava beside him, opened it with a chuckle, and a familiar breath exuded from the door.

Hope and despair are mixed, and the atmosphere is intertwined with alcohol and tobacco.

"Come on, look at my proud work." Mephisto took two quick steps and got into the door.

The secret guest glanced at Su Ming, he just nodded slightly, and the two followed.

After entering the door, it seemed as if a world had been changed in an instant. In front of the three of them were rows of slot machines that extended to the edge of the field of vision, and could not be seen.

Countless pale, red-eyed souls sat numbly in front of these slot machines, pulling down the joystick like a robot, watching the three-line pattern spinning rapidly, and the machine kept jingling bells.

This is Mephisto's most famous devil slot machine. These souls are gamblers from the earth. Their task is to keep betting until the end of the universe.

Mephisto told them that these slot machines have a winning rate of one in a million, and as long as they win a prize, they can immediately go to heaven.

So these souls kept betting, and their actions of coining coins and pulling levers provided energy for hell, and Mephisto made a profit.

In fact, many of these souls also know that casinos have always won by the dealer, but the **** has increased their paranoia and fluke. They just want to gamble.

heaven? nonexistent.

"It's huge, it's just a bit noisy." Su Ming looked around, and the slot machine turntable was actually completely blank, but there were patterns in the eyes of these souls.

"Well, I think so too." Mephisto raised his paws and swayed his palms toward his face.

The surrounding environment is as if the mobile phone screen is being dragged, flashing past the three people in an instant, changing to a new place.

The environment here is much better than the previous one. The scene is a huge nightclub. The people who work here are basically succubus. Many souls are being squeezed out of soul energy by them using SM methods, and the surrounding music cannot be covered. Moans one after another.

Mephisto picked up the cherries on the side of the table, but a face of fear appeared on the cherries and screamed, and he put it into his mouth without looking.

"How about here? Do you want to play for a few days?" Mephisto greeted a few succubuses over, as if planning to use them to entertain Su Ming.

Su Ming calmly refused. The succubus was not much better than the female vampire. Howard might like it, but he just let it go.

"The smell is too strong here."

The next Mephisto exhibited the seven deadly sins to Su Ming one by one, but Su Ming kept his expression calm, as if he had seen billions of souls and still didn't let him take it seriously.

Finally the three of them returned to the black lonely mountain, back to the starting point.

Mephisto narrowed his smile, walked to his throne, sat upright, and completely took out the posture of the lord of hell.

"Let's talk about it, Supreme Mage, after going in such a big circle, what on earth are you looking for?"

"Isn't it always you who goes in circles?" Su Ming took out a cigarette from his pocket and stabbed it into the magma beside him and lit it: "Don't say, magma is very fragrant when lit."

"Hahaha..."

"Ha ha ha..."

One person and one ghost looked at each other and laughed, as if they were more angry and laughed longer. But with time for gems, Su Ming can laugh with him until he is old.

The magma around the throne was constantly tumbling, and the smell of sulfur filled everyone's nose. In the end, Mephisto figured out that he couldn't just keep consuming it.

"Are you here to change the treaty?"

"Of course, I still respect Master Gu Yi, but some of the rules she left... that were eight hundred years ago, and the times have changed."

Su Ming still sat in the chair, smoking a cigarette quietly, and answered this question as if casually.

"Indeed, I used to play poker for gamblers, but I have recently switched to a slot machine. But there are some things, don't change it..." Mephisto leaned forward and said grimly.

The ground bomb soot on the side of Su Mingchao left fine traces on the black slate: "Don't be nervous, your business is business as usual, but there is a problem we have to discuss."

"Say."

"Your salesman is active in the main dimension, I can allow it, but your thugs are always swaying in my place, isn't it good?"

Su Ming asked with a smile. He also looked at the secret guest with questioning eyes, and the little head of the secret guest also moved up and down, meaning that it was really not good.

Mephisto felt disgusting. It was disgusting.

He and the death knell have no way to hold each other, but there is a Hell Lord on the opposite side, and things are different.

Although the Mystery is not as powerful as him~www.NovelMTL.com~, the **** lord has the attributes. If he really wants to launch a **** invasion, she will definitely not distress how many tentacle monsters die, but his **** loss will be great.

The barefoot are never afraid of wearing shoes.

"You're talking about the evil spirit knight, what do you want? His ownership does not actually belong to me." Mephisto's tone calmed down. He hadn't frightened the opponent before, and the string would break if he stretched it again.

"He is just a tool. If his master is not there, you are the escrow." Su Ming spit out a cigarette ring and took a sip of the wine bottle from his pocket: "How about lending it to me?"

"Everything else is as usual?" Mephisto's eyes rolled.

"As long as you don't want to change, then everything is business as usual, ha ha..." Su Ming also smiled surly.

Mephisto put on a smiling face again, he touched his belly and stood up: "Your contract should be ready? Seriously, you are more sinister than all the black sorcerers in the main dimension, I like it very much. you."

"I still keep my soul for myself, don't think about it, sign it now."