529 You are a waste

"Princess, please here."

Boxteller's voice came into the main hall of the lobby. Sabonis Phoebeer stopped his fingers and hit the tabletop meaninglessly, stood up and looked at Lucifer who was walking into the room coldly.

This is? Sabonis Phoebeer was stunned for a moment, and the Ten Princess's eyes were missing!

Boxcht saw that Lucifer had a missing eye, and the teacup in his hand was so shocked that it almost fell to the ground. He quickly lowered his head slightly and stopped paying attention to the defects on Lucifer's face.

Although Sabonis Phoebeer was angry, he still quickly lowered his head and looked at Lucifer's eyes that were running out of water. Whether it was women or female demons, they all loved beauty!

Looking at the flaws of a female demon, Sabonis Phoebeer was very worried. He really caused the princess to get angry, and things would be even more difficult to talk about.

"Your Highness, Princess." Sabonis Phoebeer bent down on his chest with one hand: "It is an honor and a sad thing to see you here... My son was beaten to death by the demon..."

Boxcht bowed without much psychological disorder and bowed, and did not observe Lucifer's flowing water.

Sabonis Phoebeer finished saluting, and before Lucifer could speak, he took care of himself to relieve his saluting, and sat back on his seat, looking at the cup of tea in his hand that had already cooled down with a cold face.

Boxcht's lips barely raised a smile. Although Sabonis Phoebeer was angry, his mind was not broken yet, and he knew when to use what attitude. This attitude and previous speeches would definitely create a pressure, making Lucifer uncomfortable.

"Yes, your son is dead." Lucifer Liushui nodded and sat down on his own: "I have taught my entourage a lesson, and I believe there will be no next time."

"Your Highness, Princess." Sabonisfiel had a gloomy face: "You won't want to tell me, let's just forget about this, right? I, Sabonisfiel, only have one son! One grandson! All are dead now! All are dead in the hands of your entourage! Look! On the wall outside the door!"

The demons looked at Sabonis Phoebeer's finger direction. Sabonis Jaw Ying's body is still nailed to the wall, but the blood that was still flowing yesterday has now dried up and condensed.

Lucifer pouted at the corpse nailed on the wall. His vigorous archery seemed to have improved again. The distance between these demons and demon corpses was the same, but the means were too ruthless! However, he was a warrior of the Zhence Dynasty, and he could understand this way when facing the demons.

If I had the same chance in the Zhence Dynasty... Lucifer unconsciously sneered the corner of his lips, I would do more than Qian Jin! After the city lord sent the letter, he would kill the city lord together!

Sabonis Phoebeer felt particularly dazzling when he saw Lucifer's sneer on the corner of his lips. This ten princess could even sneer in this situation.

"Your Highness, please pay attention to your attitude. The demon who died on the wall is my grandson." Sabonis Phoebeer emphasized again and emphasized: "My only grandson!"

"I can understand your pain." Lucifer Liushui waved his hand gently: "What do you want to do this time?"

"We need compensation." Boxcht looked at Lucifer politely: "Your Highness, our Mamen demons are very sad about this incident. The Lucifers and our Mamen demons are both demons and are friendly brother tribes. This incident should be an unexpected thing. But..."

After Boxcht's diplomatic remarks, he kept talking: "After all, it happened, and it damaged the glory of our Mamen demons in the demons. If this matter goes like this, other demons will think that our Mamen demons no longer have the glory and strength of the demons and will pounce on them like wolves. Although we are not afraid, we do not want to suffer any losses."

Lucifer Liushui listened carefully to Boxcht's opinion and nodded gently: "You guys want to compensate, right? No problem!"

No problem? Boxcht suspected that he had heard it wrong, so the female demon actually agreed directly? How is this possible?

The Lucifer clan, what a proud demon clan! Sabonis Phoebeer was even more surprised. How could this be possible? He agreed directly?

Did you hear it wrong? Boxcht put down the teacup in his hand and asked again: "What did you say just now, Your Highness, Princess..."

"I said, compensation? No problem! How do you want me to compensate?"

Boxcht's hand holding the teacup trembled twice again, and he actually agreed? He agreed to the benefits of giving Lucifer's flowing water that he had considered before, but he didn't need it at all!

"Kill the mixed-blood demon who killed my son and grandson!" Sabonis Phoebeer shouted in an extremely irritable and tough voice: "It must be killed!"

"Kill? That won't work." Lucifer shook his palm: "He is of great use to me."

"Why can't it be!" Sabonis Phoebeer finally burst out with anger: "He killed my son and grandson..."

Boxcht looked at Lucifer calmly. It seemed that this witch still wanted to get benefits. She had just found a good opportunity for negotiations before.

"Your Highness the Princess..." Boxcht said in contemplation: "As long as you kill that mixed-blood demon, we will also compensate you. The benefits and benefits that the mixed-blood demon can bring to you will be compensated directly by our Mamen demons."

"Give compensation?" Lucifer Liushui sneered twice: "You can't afford to pay."

"Can't afford it? Impossible!" Sabonis Phoebeer knocked on the table with a staff in his hand, and became excited. "What is he a mixed-blood demon? As long as you offer a price, I will try my best to satisfy it! If you can't give up that mixed-blood demon, our Mamen Courthouse can do it yourself, and you don't need to pass the princess."

"Sabonis Phoebeer! You dare!" Lucifer slapped the table beside him with a palm, and the arrogant frost covered his face: "Do you want to rebel? You dare to kill my sergeant too! I said, the compensation can be discussed! But this mixed-blood demon? You can't afford it!"

"Do I dare to know soon that my princess will know that I can't afford it?" Sabonis Pheybier's smile had murderous intent: "Afterward, I will tell Your Highness with actions that I, Sabonis, have nothing to afford it yet! At worst, I will be your entourage!"

Boxtaylor was shocked and his eyes twitched. Sabonis Phoebeer! Elder of the Mamen Demon Clan! It is rumored that after the bloodline of the black elf is opened, a super strong man who can reach the level of a legendary magician actually wants to be a escort to Lucifer Liushui? Then, the mixed-blood demon is nothing!

Awesome! Boxcht's pupils suddenly contracted, and now the princess was forced into a desperate situation. What is Sabonisfebir's identity and strength? No matter how outstanding the hybrid demon is, he will not forget anything in front of Sabonisfebir.

The gap between the two sides is like a comparison between a giant dragon and an ant.

"You? Be my entourage?" Lucifer calmed down, and the anger on his face turned into sneer and sarcasm: "Do you think you are qualified? Compared with my entourage, the Flying Mirror of the Flying Mirror, you may be able to compare with one hundred fingers..."

What? Boxcht once again suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing. Is the hybrid demon called the Rapid Flying Mirror particularly strong? Can it greatly satisfy the ten princesses? If it is in this aspect, the old man Sabonis Pheybier is indeed unable to compete with the young hybrid demon.

But... Boxhut couldn't understand. Even if a mixed-blood demon has good sexual ability, he is not as good as a strong man who has a legendary magician after opening his bloodline power, right?

"I can't compare to that waste mixed-blood demon?" Sabonisfebir smiled in anger: "I am a legendary magician. There shouldn't be many people in this world who can be worth equal to me, right? Can he be compared with me as a waste?"

"You are comparing with him?" Lucifer said coldly: "You are just a waste."

"I'm a waste?" Sabonis Phoebeer pointed at the tip of his nose: "You say I'm a waste than him?"

Lucifer Liushui's emotions also became excited, as if he was forced to be really anxious, and he roared directly: "Can you forge fighting soldiers? Can you forge soul soldiers? Are you a forging master in the entire series? Are you a potion master in the entire series? Compared with the rapids flying mirror, you are not a waste, what are you?"

Quiet! The lobby, which was so quarrel that almost the roof of the house was about to fly up suddenly became quiet. Sabonis Phoebeer, Boxcht and Boxteller were all stunned, dazed, unable to believe what he heard, looking at Lucifer's flowing water with a panic expression on his face.

Forging a fighter? The forging of the demon clan can also do it.

Forging soul soldiers? This...

The entire series of forging masters? The entire series of pottery masters? This value... This value...

How many are there? Box Taylor found that he was so proficient in computing that he could not figure out the value of this kind of existence. In short!

Although a legendary magician has uncalculable value, in the face of such an existence, if a legendary magician is just a legendary magician, his value cannot be compared with it.

There are also many powerful people in the demon clan who have condensed to the top fighting souls, who are also unable to become a saint... they can only stay there and die of depression.

The value of soul soldiers... cannot be described as money!

Potion... Which magic warrior dares to say that he is not injured? Which magic warrior dares to say that his descendants are not injured and are injured that will affect the development of strength?

The most important thing! Boxcht still remembers that his son Taylor said that the mixed-blood demon was very, very young! If this is true, then he may still have room for improvement in the future... A master is a master... A master is a craftsman above the master! A god craftsman!
Chapter completed!