Super God Knight Evolution.

Chapter 101 Demon Altar
In the next few days, Liang Bing and An Lan kept repeating the rhythm of that day.

After getting up, I travel around the world and buy clothes, then watch a movie, drink coffee and milk tea, swing on the swing, and read a book for more than an hour before the library closes.

After the museum closed, I went back to Devil No. 1 with a pile of philosophy and literature books that Liang Bing liked, as well as the dark online novels recommended by An Lan.

After coming back, while reading with Liang Bing, An Lan would usually choose to wander around Demon No. 1, build relationships with different demons, and become familiar with the structure of Demon No. 1 and the profession of each demon.

Then from time to time, Liang Bing would call An Lan over, either to the Demon Hall, or to the conference room, or even to Liang Bing's bedroom, for a philosophical discussion.

A doctrine or order must have a core argument that can stand up to scrutiny, and cannot have obvious logical loopholes. Even if there are loopholes, they must be able to be filled with one's own theory.

If this cannot be done, the doctrine will fall into nihilism and its proponents will fall into a vicious cycle of self-doubt.

After several debates, Liang Bing lost all the battles.

First of all, Liang Bing is a god who is not very good at debating. Secondly, Liang Bing’s theory of degeneration and freedom is somewhat nihilistic, and there are too many gaps that need to be filled.

Liang Bing is on the defensive. She needs to make her theories and propositions perfect, or at least without obvious loopholes, in order to win the debate against An Lan, or at least to draw evenly.

But Liang Bing’s shortcoming is that she simply cannot stand to read or learn anything that she doesn’t agree with.

A good theory needs to fill in the details and make up for the shortcomings and defects as much as possible, and it is not hesitant to quote the opinions of others or even enemies for this purpose.

Liang Bing's personality meant that she was doomed to be unable to complete her theory of depravity and freedom.

And An Lan was the attacking party.

He only needed to seize his own advantageous points, or frantically point out the loopholes in his opponent's points of view, so An Lan was invincible from the very beginning.

After several debates, An Lan also won some prizes and experienced the material and feel of stockings from different brands including Balenciaga, Burberry, Hermes and Chanel.

Very moist.

On this day, Liang Bing finally stopped debating with An Lan. After losing for so many days in a row and being taken advantage of so many times, Liang Bing felt that it was time to take a break.

"An Lan, come to Operations Meeting Room No. 6."

"Hey, here I come~"

After lunch, An Lan changed into a handsome suit and combed his hair like an adult. It was thought that he would go shopping with Liang Bing as usual.

But after seeing Liang Bing's dress, I found that it was not what I expected.

The makeup is still Liang Bing's, but the clothes are those of Demon Queen Morgana. Overall, it is the state of Demon Queen Liang Bing.

Behind Liang Bing, there were several demons wearing sunglasses and black suits disguised as humans.

"Where are you going today, my old baby?" An Lan teased, untying his tie and throwing it aside.

Then he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. The business-style suit, which was originally very similar to those of the demons, instantly became casual.

When you are out there, wearing the same clothes as others is a big taboo.

Liang Bing's eyes lit up when she saw An Lan's operation, she looked him up and down and praised, "You have good taste in clothes.

When you wear similar clothes, you feel more handsome than others.

Also, you should call me Queen, or Liang Bing, or what does "Lao Beibi" mean? "

An Lan smiled and said nothing.

Liang Bing didn't care too much about An Lan's reaction. She waved her hand and said, "Let's not go out to play today, let's do some serious work.

Some say that a powerful demon is sealed somewhere on Earth. Let's go and take a look."

Without waiting for An Lan to answer, Liang Bing used wormhole technology to transfer the group (demons) to a desert with endless yellow sand.

Liang Bing walked in the front, pointed at the building in the distance and said, "It's right there, someone is there to meet us."

An Lan walked quickly to Liang Bing's side, almost side by side with her, and said sarcastically, "If we can use the wormhole to transfer directly, why don't we just transfer directly to the bottom of the altar?"

The demons following behind the two men followed closely, not daring to get too close to them for fear of hearing something they shouldn't hear. At the same time, they secretly admired An Lan's social skills.

It's only been a few days, but not only can I go shopping, watch movies, drink coffee, and swing with the Queen every day, I even entered the Queen's bedroom yesterday.

Is this the legendary pretty boy?
I can’t envy you.

"Humph, sister, I created an opportunity for you to chat with me, and you are still not satisfied?"

Liang Bing twisted her waist and walked forward, complaining: "It takes about 5 minutes for us to walk from here to there, and you can talk to me a lot in these 5 minutes.

Say something, but don't argue with me, it's a headache."

Liang Bing gradually began to like the feeling of communicating with An Lan. Even though most of the communication was nonsense and meaningless, it still made Liang Bing feel very interesting.

An Lan glanced at the sexy long legs wrapped in black leather and smiled, “This is the first time I’ve seen you wear this outfit with this makeup.

Although beautiful things are always beautiful, a good figure must be paired with beauty to complement each other.

I just love your legs."

"Humph!"

Liang Bing was very pleased with An Lan's praise, and she raised her chin slightly and said proudly: "There is not a single part of my body that is not perfect, Queen.

You only focus on my legs. Your vision is too narrow."

An Lan smiled and asked without arguing, "Are you wearing stockings under your leather jacket?"

Liang Bing's expression suddenly changed, and she looked a little embarrassed as she avoided his gaze.

The bet during the debate yesterday was that if Liang Bing lost, she would have to wear the stockings that An Lan picked for her for the next week. This was not a big bet, as Liang Bing had always been in the habit of wearing black stockings when she was casual.

But who could have expected that there would suddenly be something important to do today?

"You're crazy."

Liang Bing said angrily: "A decent person, who would wear stockings under a leather coat? Isn't that unnecessary?"

"I just want to ask you if you are wearing it." An Lan still asked with a smile.

Liang Bing's eyes flickered, her cheeks flushed, and she felt that her walking posture became unnatural. After hesitating for a long time, she replied in a low voice: "I... I wore it.

Queen, I always keep my word."

To be honest, it was not comfortable to wear stockings under leather pants. But in order to fulfill the bet, Liang Bing endured it.

What if An Lan, the henchman who was recruited with great difficulty, becomes dissatisfied and runs away because he breaks his promise?
"Oh haha."

An Lan teased: "It seems that you are not a serious goddess."

Hearing An Lan's teasing and seeing An Lan's slightly playful look, Liang Bing felt extremely embarrassed. She found an excuse and angrily said, "Who told you to walk shoulder to shoulder with me?

You are the boss and I am the boss, what if someone makes the mistake? "

An Lan raised his eyebrows, took a few steps back without saying a word, and then stared at Liang Bing's hips that swayed from side to side as she twisted her waist while walking.

Noticing An Lan's gaze, Liang Bing felt even more uncomfortable. She always felt that An Lan's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, or directly tear off her disguise.

"Does it look good?" Liang Bing asked with a sneer.

"You just said that there is no part of your body that is imperfect. I now fully agree with what you said."

An Lan answered Liang Bing's question indirectly with a smile.

"Do you want to take a picture?" Liang Bing asked again.

An Lan thought for a moment and replied quite seriously: "Next time, there really isn't the right atmosphere here."

Ah!
Liang Bing was amused by An Lan's answer. I dare to ask you and you really dare to answer.

"Do I, the queen, have to kneel down on the bed with my back to you so that you can create that atmosphere when you take the photo?" Liang Bing asked through gritting her teeth.

"It's great that you have such awareness. Let's bet on this next time."

"You're thinking too much.

You little bastard, you even dare to fantasize about me, the Queen!"

Liang Bing, feeling somewhat embarrassed, pulled An Lan aside, cursing, and started punching and kicking him in a flirtatious manner, but of course, she didn't use much strength.

An Lan didn't indulge Liang Bing's bad temper, and also fought back with his fists and feet. Of course, he didn't use too much force either.

The group of demons following behind the two looked at the two people fighting in front and couldn't help but look at each other, wondering how good their relationship had become.

Will the demon army have an extra regent after a while?
After playing and laughing along the way, everyone finally arrived under the altar.

"Stop messing around and be serious."

Although Liang Bing enjoyed chatting and joking with An Lan, business was more important, so she straightened her expression and pushed An Lan's hand away.

An old man in a white robe standing under the altar saw Liang Bing leading everyone over and quickly came over.

After exchanging a few words with Liang Bing, he led everyone to the top of the altar and introduced: "This altar has a history of more than a thousand years..."

Liang Bing curled her lips and said disdainfully: "More than a thousand years is called history.

It takes me more than a thousand years to do anything casually."

An Lan, who was walking beside Liang Bing, joked: "For example, it took more than a thousand years for them to recover from their injuries after being wiped out by Kaisha."

"Depend on!

If you can't speak, don't speak!"

Having felt her pain point touched, Liang Bing angrily rebuked An Lan, then turned to the old man in white and ordered, "Keep talking."

The old man stared at An Lan and felt that since An Lan could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Demon Queen and chat and laugh, he must be no ordinary person.

But what does all this have to do with me, a supporting role?

The old man in white continued to introduce: "Legend has it that a thousand years ago, the high priests sealed this demon here.

But to break the seal and do as instructed, no one has the ability to do it. "

"What's that?" Liang Bing asked.

“It is said that we need to find God’s golden comb, and… Kunpeng’s feather, and the Black Knight’s sword.

Finally, a spell is needed."

What the hell is this?

An Lan complained: "Isn't this pure deception? God and Kunpeng, this combination of Chinese and Western elements, even today's online writers wouldn't write like this.

There is also the Sword of the Black Knight. I wonder if I need Dark Sword Twenty-One or Dark Sword Twenty-Two?

Twenty-one is not a big deal, we can wait a few years. But if it is Dark Sword Twenty-two, it will be troublesome, because it does not exist at all."

Liang Bing ignored An Lan. An Lan always said some meaningless weird things for no apparent reason, and Liang Bing had gotten used to it.

(End of this chapter)