In fact, it was a very familiar deep red - too familiar, but its appearance on Dosmas made him not associate it with other things for a while. He took half a step to the side and heard a crack and a heavy fall to the ground behind him. One-third of the basalt table separated from the main body.
"You can't hit me like this." Yi Cha said. After being caught off guard initially, he quickly took control of the situation. In fact, compared to the previous atmosphere, he was even a little relieved - it was reasonable for the devil to suddenly beat you up for no reason, but it was unreasonable for the devil to hand over the fruits of his hard work to you and discuss it with you with a smile. of.
The current territory is one he is familiar with. This time Yicha turned over and appeared on the crossbar, which took Dosmas an extra attack interval to hit the corner of his clothes. At this moment, it was hard to tell whether he was more surprised by Dosmas' sudden attack or by the bright orange rugs with black edges that pretended to be spawn of hell. After all, Dosmas said, "Have a chat" when he came in, and hitting each other back and forth could certainly be part of the demon's chat.
Gala.
Stone powder and stones rustled down, and the beam was hit by a vertical sweep with medium accuracy. Icha had no choice but to jump down from the beam and remove Dosmas' right claw at the same time. This caused him to receive an ordinary kick at the bottom of his right ribs, leaving a few parallel scars, but the impact was not significant. Dosmas has an ordinary appearance, average strength and skills, average attack strength and direction, and average chaos energy activity and utilization, so the wounds he causes and the discomfort level of the wounds are also quite ordinary.
In fact, he still had room to be curious.
This time it was a bitter and acid attack that damaged some of the hems of the robe that were not hellish enough. But it failed to cause any damage beyond being wet, sticky and smoking. Yi Cha simply lit them all on fire - all the important documents were already in his hands. He moved through the smoke knowing exactly what he was doing: a certain insulting ease.
But Dosmas didn't give up. Attack again - destroy a filing cabinet with pith stones embedded in its corners. But Icha had already left there early.
The demon president suddenly stood in the center of the room, nodding and motionless. Fire burned at his horns, and black smoke filled the air.
"I really don't understand."
After waiting for a while, Icha approached Dosmas.
Generally speaking, he has no sense of the concepts of "defeat" and "conquer". His explanation for this is: If the devil fights just to defeat or defeat, it would be too rational. But this time is an exception. He looked at the demon CEO who was acting strangely and in vain, and felt a sense of joy in his heart. Maybe it's because this guy is so annoying to him.
From this perspective, hating others is indeed an important means of maintaining physical and mental health.
"Do you want to kill me?" Yi Cha approached him and asked. From this angle, you can see that Dosmas has his eyes closed and the corners of his mouth are straight. "You definitely can't kill me, don't you know? Even if you do, you should start before signing those transfer agreements. The agreement will only strengthen me." He told the truth, which was also the other party's possible omission. "Besides, I was inviting you to officially enter my territory just now. There is no need to do it at that time-"
"Yes. There is no need." Dosmas said suddenly. He opened his eyes. Flame scarlet. This time, Yizha remembered whose color they resembled - for the same reason, this kind of eyes appeared on Dosmas, who was ordinary and had only one or two features, so he accidentally ignored it -
Household matters. The word popped into Cha's mind.
He belongs to the Lord of Hell——
As if responding to the call, the mark left by the Lord of Hell immediately felt a sharp pain, making his eyes sparkle. He saw the ordinary Dosmas walking with ordinary steps, raising his arm and pointing at him - a huge spike grew out of the broken right claw that was removed, pressing against his chest.
Icha blinked. Those were certainly no bland spikes. Absolutely capable of inflicting horrific penetrating wounds on him that cannot be healed unless ordered to do so - it has been done before.
He really wanted to stay away from that dangerous thing. But the pain was so severe that I couldn't move. The physical body is caught in some sort of physical predicament. he thinks. But after all, my mind is much clearer. He understands it all now.
Dosmas' eyes flashed an angry red as he held up the spike for a moment.
Yi Cha was in so much pain that he couldn't move for a while.
after a little while.
Dosmas took a deep breath, retracted the spikes, took a step forward, and then supported Icha's elbow.
"Grandpa." He gently put him in the most comfortable chair, coughed out a cloud of smoke, and then smiled sheepishly. His light blue eyes were revealed as the smoke dissipated, looking gentle, tolerant and calm.
"Why would I want to kill you? Dear grandpa," Dosmas said again. "I just think we should understand each other better. If I want to help you in the future, this is the fastest way, right?"
The burning pain of the brand immediately subsided.
Yi Cha put the back of his fist down. He frowned and stared at Dosmas.
That's the explanation. The explanation of why he hated Dosmas so much when they met, and the explanation of how Dosmas could take over the terminal office. An explanation of why Dosmas took over the Terminus Agency. An explanation for why Dosmas took over the Terminal Firm and then gave it up. An explanation for why Dosmas looks so ordinary and yet so strange.
He looked at Dosmas seriously for a while, trying to see the black snake of bad luck hanging down or the auspicious holy light flashing from three feet above his head, but no matter how he looked at it, Dosmas was still the same as before. A medium-sized demon with limited special abilities and an ordinary appearance.
Except he called him—
"Dear Grandpa".
It's like a top-notch ugly book title. Regarding the mutual understanding part, he couldn't say that what he said was wrong. The part about the title is up for debate.
"You have her blood, and you also have my blood." Yi Cha said. "But that doesn't mean I'm your grandfather."
"Of course. It's just a possibility. I may also be the grandson of Ezhaint Sinkardeshdu and Beelzebub's grandson. Or I may be the descendant of your illegitimate son and the illegitimate daughter of the Lord of Demons. Or I just suck them separately. Descendants of demonic vampires who drank your blood. These are all possibilities.
After all, I've never met the rest of my family, and it's been so long. When I read my own blood, I see reflections of you. Dosmas smiled. "I just chose one of the more likely possibilities to use." "
"You're not a vampire," Icha said. I feel that this sentence is a bit pale.
He thought about his attitude towards Dosmas - and then realized that this was the first time he had considered such a thing.
"I know." He finally nodded. "What do you want? Or, what else do you want to tell me?"
Dosmas smiled, with a gentle flame in his light cyan eyes, which actually matched those colorfully patterned carpets.
"You are exactly as I imagined you would be, Grandpa," he said. "You only ask practical questions. It's such a pleasure to see you."
