As a demon, what do you need most in your life? Stronger power? Sharper perception? More agile movements and hunting skills?


    These may be useful, but also can let you temporarily survive in the abyss and harsh environment. Trust me, you need them, even none. However, my sad peers, including me, will make a mistake, that is, mistakenly taking the temporarily useful means and abilities as the creed that can be used for a lifetime.


    I''m not defending, but it really doesn''t blame us. It will happen to anyone who lives in the abyss. If you have never seen light, darkness becomes ordinary, isn''t it?


    When I first came to this cold world, I never knew what fire was. Well, I''m not saying I haven''t seen or felt fire. That''s too unusual for demons, isn''t it?


    After all, when you breathe sulfur, the burning and burning is just a matter of course. I mean, until my world cools down because of that call, I have been living in fire. In fire, there will be no fire.


    Everything is like this. If you can''t find an object that can be compared with it, you won''t realize what you''re actually doing. For example, human suffering is mostly produced after communicating with elves and dwarves.


    After communicating with those more gifted races, human beings will feel confused and angry. Why can they only survive such a short time and have to spend that short and poor life on endless maintenance?


    So they are unwilling, they are angry, they are sad, they... Have no choice but to finally be relieved, comfort themselves that short life has the benefits of short life, long-lived seeds are numb and lack passion, barabarabara, they know a fart!


    Oh, did I just say something? That''s really sorry. If I offended you, please allow me to apologize. But the so-called "you" is just the object I talk to myself in my mind.


    Hehe, they don''t understand anything. They don''t understand elves and dwarves, just as they don''t understand demons. Those humans, especially mages, think they know our species and me, and try to turn that understanding into a reliable chain.


    Now look who''s more stupid? Am I the devil from the filthy land of eternal combustion, or those pink meat bags ecstatic at the paper made of biological epidermis and plant debris?


    Hoo, I''m a little excited. You see, the devil is like this. The place where we were born left a fire in our hearts, an eternal burning abyss fire. It provides us with strength all the time, but it also devours our thinking ability.


    Before I came to this cold world, I couldn''t even feel the existence of the fire, and now the boundary between me and it is more and more obvious. But the more obvious it is, the more I know it won''t lose to me. I can''t destroy it. Although I can defeat it countless times, as long as it really burns through my heart again, I will become the devil again. Damn it.


    Interestingly, I found that there is also an abyss fire in human hearts. Why do they call it? I''m not sure. Anyway, those meat balls say they''re controlled by the devil as soon as they make a mistake.


    Oh, yes in a sense, because the demons themselves are controlled by the demons, and we born in the land of fire can never be as restrained as you born in the cold world.


    This is really frustrating. Nothing is more frustrating and angry when you find that what you want has a threshold you will never reach. Interestingly, I wouldn''t have these ideas. The longer I stay in this cold world, the more like them I am.


    Still in the abyss, I would never jump into a cave where I can''t see the outline. That often means death. But now I not only jump, but also feel happy and excited in the process. It''s a kind of pervert. I didn''t kill or light anything. I just turned into a reptile and followed the grey robed mage to investigate.


    The world has magic that makes demons crazy, absolutely.


    "Hiss ~"


    Snakes also exist in the abyss, but they are larger than those here. Their scales are harder and more aggressive. Of course, the snakes in the abyss are not cold-blooded animals. Their bodies flow with the same flame as me.


    So I don''t hate snakes in the abyss, but I really hate snakes in this world. They are too cold, like creatures opposite to demons. They even have to get heat from other places to move.


    "You''d better stay away from me, little thing," I said to the black snake.


    It, or she, doesn''t need the gray robed mage to explain. I can also see how distorted the inside is hidden in the scaly body. On the contrary, it makes me feel kind. There are many similar shapes in the abyss, even not outstanding.


    The creatures in this world are too creative, although their shapes are exquisite and rigid.


    "There is only such a big place here. You take up too much space." the black snake replied reluctantly. This little dispute also attracted the attention of the owner of the space, that is, the owner of the shoulder and cheese.


    "You two, take a break. Let''s wait until dawn. Anyway, it''s been handled here. I wonder if anyone will come at half an hour." cheese said in a deep voice. He sat in a chair, leaned against the wall, his eyes slightly closed, and his fatigue was brewing.


    Tonight''s results are enough for grey robe. He is glad that his guess is consistent with reality. But uneasiness followed. The mirror world is an uneasy place just listening to names.


    "Then take a rest first. This lizard and I will help you watch the night. No energy, no ability." bofis is a mage after all. She knows the importance of spirit to the caster.


    Can''t you use your abilities without energy? What a species that lives under favorable conditions. Demons don''t have this problem. Fatigue is death. We will feel tired only before we die.


    However, the same is true for the human before. He often feels tired and should be careful of my attack. This kind of mental energy consumption should make him live less, right? Oh, fragile. Now that I''m here, that book should


    The lizard''s eyes looked at the inner side of the robe. The book of Wei Dao was hanging on the leather buckle in front of the cheese rib. Only people like him would add a special mechanism to put books in their robe.


    At this time, as the grey robe was gradually dominated by fatigue, he only needed to get the book, and he could destroy it himself. He didn''t need to ask anyone or help anyone. Unfortunately, those annoying green eyes have been looking at him.


    The lizard and the snake looked at each other for a while, and then Wei Dao took the initiative to leave the cheese''s shoulder and climb onto the wall. The devil incarnated lizard got into the lights on the wall without being hurt. On the contrary, it showed an expression of enjoyment.


    In fact, it doesn''t really make Wei Dao happy, but fire can always remind him of his identity.


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