messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 213 Demons Cannot Bless People

That night, after absorbing the crystallization Lucifer gave her, she rested in the palace built for her by Mammon.She didn't express any opinions on Mamen's luxurious architectural style. For her, as long as the room can be lived in, if there is something to pay attention to, it is best that the bed be softer.

While complaining that Chu didn't know how to appreciate his great works, Mamen tied a wind chime to Chu's bed before leaving.

To be honest, it's like taking care of a child.

There was a huge skylight in the original room, allowing her to lie on the bed and see the night sky. The wind would blow in from the skylight and blow the wind chime beside the bed, making a soft sound.It's not very noisy, but it makes people feel more peaceful, just like the sound of rain in the middle of the night.

Chu gradually fell asleep, and she slept comfortably that night, she didn't feel happy, but the peace in her heart showed this.She seemed to have forgotten everything and just fell into a deep sleep, thinking that she was too tired.

What she didn't know was that it was just a dream that the lazy Belphegor had built for her, a dream that could temporarily forget everything, nothing, nothing.

Chu didn't live in the demon world for a long time. On the fourth day, the voice began to call her back, and then she left.

When leaving, Chu asked Mammon if he could give her the wind chime.

An extremely contented smile appeared on Mammon's face, but then she pretended not to care and said.

"Since you are asking so much, then I will reward you."

Chu took off the wind chime, only then did she see what was engraved on the wind chime, it was seven angels, how strange, there are angels carved on the gift from the devil.

"These are the seven virtues of the God Realm." Mammon stood aside and said calmly, "May they bless you."

"What about you?" Chu looked at Mammon, why didn't they carve themselves.

"We are demons." Mammon grinned, his scarlet eyes blinked viciously: "How can I bless you?"

"I've never seen them before." Chu said with a vague understanding.

"You will see." Mammon shrugged. "At that time, you can also beat them hard."

Obviously, he hasn't forgotten the thing that hit him the first time.

"Then they'll forgive you too."

Mammon said in a very soft voice, reaching out his hand as if wanting to pat Chu on the shoulder, but when he saw his palm with sharp claws, he put his hand down again.

"What did you say?" Chu didn't hear his words clearly, and was taken aback for a moment.

"Nothing." Mammon waved his hand: "Let's go."

"En." Hanging the small wind chime on her waist, she walked towards the door, and the bell rang softly following her footsteps.

"Sunday, oh no, Chu." Mammon called her suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Chu asked back.

"If you're not used to living there, you can come back and have a look at any time." Mamen spread her hands and said with a little embarrassment.

Chu lowered his eyes and nodded his head: "Okay."

After speaking, he left.

Mammon stood where she was, but her mind was full of the laughter from Leviathan and the others.

"If you're not used to living there, you can come back anytime and have a look, Mamen, what are you talking about, hahahaha."

This is Leviathan's voice.

"Although it's a bit stupid, it's considered progress." This was the voice of Asmodeus.

"Good job." This was Lucifer's light reply.

"It's okay, at least Mammon knows how to express her heart." Beelzebub was still gentle, but there was a smile in his tone.

"Well, is there something wrong with what Mammon said?" Satan said that he couldn't understand what the others were laughing at.

"..." Belphegor fell asleep.

Damn, forgot they were all here.

"You didn't hear anything just now!" Hearing their ridicule, Mammon angrily denied what she just said.

Obviously, when Chu left, the seven deadly sins all came, but they didn't come in their own form.

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The moment Chu returned to the wasteland, the voice immediately found her.

But it didn't speak immediately, it seemed to have noticed something strange in Chu's body.There was a kind of evil in Chu's body, a kind of evil that she had never brought back.

But the voice was silent for a while, and instead of breaking the word, he spoke instead.

"You're back."

"Hmm." Chu responded to the sky.

"How is it over there?"

"It's much better than ours." Chu said honestly.

"Hmm." The voice paused in embarrassment, and it really couldn't refute these words.

There is indeed nothing in the Apostle Wasteland.

"So, are you ready for your next mission?"

"En." Hearing the mission, Chu's expression became serious.

"This time, you are going to bring back Silver Desire (to prevent blocking)."

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Humans have desires, or it is not an exaggeration to say that human beings are creatures made of desires.

The desire for money, the desire for power, the desire for fame, even the desire for knowledge, the desire for the unknown, these are the fundamental driving forces that drive people's actions.

It can be said that human beings have been able to develop to the present, and have evolved to this level, which is inseparable from their stronger desire than any other creature.

And among all these desires, there is a most fundamental and primitive desire.It appeared almost at the same time as the desire to survive, which has existed since the time when man was an ape.

Of course, in the beginning, it was just an instinct to reproduce.

It's just that as humans evolved, this instinct gradually changed. It was called sex desire (to prevent shielding), and it happened between the flesh, but the pleasure was above the spirit.

It is neither dirty nor nasty, anyone who really understands it understands this, it is just a pure desire.

But since it is desire, there will be pursuit. After countless ages, people have found the highest pursuit of sexual desire.

They call this feeling love.

It can push the pleasure of sexual desire to the peak and sublimate this desire to a higher level.

At least, this person thinks so at this time.

In the corner of the city street, neon lights flicker outside.

A woman in a suit was leaning against the wall. With an indifferent expression, she took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, took out one with her mouth, then pushed the lid of the lighter casually, and lit the flame.

The wind was a bit strong, so she covered the fire with her hand and lit the cigarette in her mouth.

"Inhale, exhale—"

Gently exhaling a puff of smoke, the woman put down the hand holding the cigarette, and stared at the smoke in front of her in a daze.

In the drifting smoke, her face was blurred.

(End of this chapter)