Being a blood demon in Terra? I have it in my lifetime!

The blood-red and deep-blue sights blended in the dim light until Mastema broke the silence.

"Do you need my services?"

"?"

Lucifer, who was in a trance, suddenly felt that the scene looked familiar.

What, you want to elope with me too?

"You've probably never sucked the blood of a Sakota or a fallen angel, right? Now's a good opportunity~?"

Mostima raised the corner of his mouth, his thin and loose shirt just falling to his thighs, seducing Lucifer's sight all the time but making it difficult to see whether he was wearing panties behind that absolute territory.

She just stood at the door of the room, seemingly not worried at all that Lucifer might go berserk and rush over to eat her up.

There were no guns, no black locks and white keys, Texas and Fiammetta were both asleep, and Lucifer could easily push Mostima down and turn her into his blood bag and hot weapon.

But Lucifer did not lose his mind and go completely crazy as Mastema imagined.

"Woman, you are playing with fire."

Lucifer, who was not in a hurry to take blood at this moment, pretended to be a domineering president and put away the blood wine in his hand.

Although he had met Shakota several times in Kazdel, there had never been a direct conflict between the two, and Lucifer had not been able to taste Shakota's blood, let alone that of the fallen angels.

But ever since Lucifer met the Doctor, the blood of any race has become tasteless to him.

"I'm more curious about what it feels like to have my blood sucked by a blood demon."

If Mastema had encountered other blood demons before she met Lucifer, she would definitely not have approached them.

But we have to admit that Lucifer is very different from the blood demon in the rumors. In addition, Lucifer and Mostima have similar personalities - this meeting is a joy!

After saying that, Mostima walked into Lucifer's room alone and closed the door.

Fortunately, Mostima did not use a combo to lock the door, otherwise Lucifer would have thought that his home game had turned into an away game.

"Come to think of it, if you are in 03, then who is 01?"

"01 is Kamen Rider ahem... the Emperor."

"The Emperor? He lives in the dormitory too?"

"I just refresh it occasionally in the dormitory."

The topic came to an end, and Mastema observed the layout of Lucifer's room.

It was simple as expected, but there were many types of cabinets. This should be where Lucifer stored his blood wine.

"So, you plan to give blood to the blood demon? Are you awake?"

"Oh, you've helped me so much, it would be a shame if I didn't give you something in return. After thinking it over, I decided to just give you my body."

It has to be said that Mostima's actions were tantamount to presenting himself as meat to hungry carnivores.

Luckily, Lucifer wasn't that hungry yet.

Moreover, the blood of fallen angels is, to a certain extent, more collectible than the blood of liches.

"I have no opinion."

Then, Lucifer took out his blood-drawing tools from the cabinet.

But Mostima looked puzzled when he saw this.

"Huh? Aren't you just going to suck it? Like the vampires in those stories who come up and bite my neck?"

Mostima opened his collar, exposing his white collarbone and neck to the air.

"You want to try?"

Although Lucifer is slightly mysophobic and doesn't like to eat human blood directly, it doesn't mean he can't accept it. It just looks a little ambiguous.

"Maybe I'll slip up accidentally and drain you dry."

"Well, then I have no choice but to choose self-defense."

What Mostima didn't know was that if the blood demon in a non-combat state continued to suck blood, it would easily make himself too high, and his sanity would drop to zero and turn into coins.

"Well, let's do it."

Saying some very bad lines, Mostima sat on Lucifer's bed, crossed her white legs, and reached out to tear open her shirt, exposing half of her shoulders.

Lucifer looked down at Mastema and could vaguely see the outline of Mastema's chest through his shirt.

"Okay, I'll go."

With a voice as strong as a human, Lucifer leaned down and approached Mastema.

Reaching out to hold Mastema's chin, Lucifer revealed a pair of sharp fangs and bit Mastema's shoulder and neck.

"what..."

A slight pain made Mostima shiver uncontrollably. When the pain disappeared, a wonderful feeling filled Mostima's whole body.

Strands of blood flowed into Lucifer's mouth through his teeth, and then Mostima was swept by a feeling of powerlessness and couldn't help but soften.

Just when Mostima was about to collapse on the bed, Lucifer let go.

"Hiss... not spicy."

"Is my blood some kind of strong liquor..."

Mostima took a deep breath, but saw Lucifer took out two empty bottles at some point.

The blood oozing from the wound on Mostima's shoulder and neck began to float up uncontrollably and flew obediently into the empty bottle in Lucifer's hand.

Once both bottles were filled with blood, Mastema's wounds stopped bleeding.

“What a magical experience...”

Mostima gently stroked the wound on his shoulder and neck, recalling the feeling of having his blood sucked by Lucifer just now.

It feels like the body is drunk, but the consciousness is still relatively clear.

Watching Lucifer carefully put away the blood bottle containing his own blood, Mostimad felt puzzled.

"Is my blood the rarest in your collection?"

"No, you are at most in the T1.5 echelon."

"?"

Fallen angels are rare, but they are not considered rare treasures in today's world.

Pure-blooded Wendigos and Drakes, shapeshifter clusters, and male banshees are as rare as fallen angels.

Not to mention the PhD who towers over everyone.

"Ha~ I feel a little sleepy."

Mostima supported herself on the bed with her hands and yawned lazily, as if she would fall asleep on Lucifer's bed in the next second.

"Okay, you can go."

"You start to chase people away when you're done using them. Oh, Lucifer, you're so heartless..."

Mostima hugged her body tightly, like a wronged young wife, tears from yawning kept welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"Then shall I suck some more blood?"

"I won't interrupt, I'm leaving."

Mostima somersaulted off the bed and left Lucifer's room, waving his hand.

......

After a night of twists and turns, the bright sunshine of the next day shone into the dormitory of Penguin Logistics again.

Fiammetta, who had been sleeping on the sofa for a whole episode, finally opened his eyes.

"...a strange ceiling."

Chapter 56: Fat Duck (literally

The Crimson King has been here before.

Mostima and Fiammetta, who successfully joined Penguin Logistics, followed Lucifer to deliver express at Longmen for a while.

According to the law of survival of the fittest, Mostima and Fiammetta, who were able to wade through the wilderness and arrive at the Dragon Gate safely, are obviously the best of Lateran. Each of them has their own strengths, each of them has their own unique skills, and their will and patience are amazing. The fragments of the giant beast are an unexpected surprise!

Mostima and Fiammetta were so familiar with the process of self-defense that there was no need for Lucifer to train them in a jeep.

But this does not bother Lucifer.

"Fat Duck, come to the jeep!"

"What are you stirring up?!"

Fiameta, who had just delivered the goods, came out of the customer's house and saw Lucifer driving a jeep towards him.

In this regard, it was hard for Fiammetta not to suspect that Lucifer had been planning this for a long time. After all, the corners of his mouth had already stretched to the top of his head.

However, Fiammetta still couldn't hold it in.

Because she saw Mostima, the co-pilot, had the same bloodthirsty and amusing expression on his face.

"Why are you just watching?! Mastema! Are you betraying me too?!"

After all, Fiammetta did not take out her hand cannon to kill the 1.5 Sarkaz in the jeep on the spot, and Lucifer did not really take Fiammetta to another world, but stopped steadily beside her.

Feeling a headache, Fiammetta sat back in the back seat with a look of despair on his face.

"It's quite fun."

Mastema's short words made the Angry Birds completely furious.

"How dare you say that? If this blood-scum demon doesn't stop, I will have to sit in a wheelchair for a few days!"

"Well..."

As if recalling something ugly, Mostima stopped teasing Fiammetta and let her pull her halo.

After torturing Mostima, Fiammetta turned his gaze to Lucifer.

It's just that Lucifer is so powerful that if he makes a rash move, he might turn her into a blood bag. Fearing that she might step on a landmine, Fiammetta could only glare at him in dissatisfaction.