Is the devil here to save the world now?

"You are sure you are right. Is the world you are talking about is different from what I think? Do you want the demon who fell in the demon abyss?"

"Edmund." Dean's voice turned cold, "Do you doubt my kindness?"

Edmund:...

"I don't think a good devil wants other people's souls."

"Edmund, do you mean the deal cancellation?"

"No." Edmund took a deep breath, stood up and looked up at Dean, "I want to ask, without soul, am I still me?"

"Of course, I didn't say to take your soul away immediately, didn't I? I will live with you while you are alive and teach you magic, until the moment you die, I will take your soul in reward."

Edmund was silent.

Is there such a good thing?

He doesn't care about the next life!

"Okay! I promise you! I hope you can do what you say." Edmund is a determined person.

Dean chuckled, walked down from the throne, and walked to Edmund in a few steps, tapping his eyebrows with his finger: "Dear Mr. Edmund, you will not regret your decision."

As for whether God of Light will regret it, it is not his concern.

"Bang bang bang"

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Edmund was nervous and was about to let Dean hide quickly when he saw Dean in front of him suddenly disappear and crawl into his body.

He was stunned.

"Stop looking for it. I'm in your soul. You can't find mine. I will appear when I want to appear. Since you promised me, I should also give you some benefits! This is a summoning technique. Please write it down carefully. If you have time, I will take you to the Warcraft Forest to find a contract beast as a mount."

After Dean finished speaking these words, he disappeared.

The next moment, Edmund's house was kicked open, and two big men rushed in, leaving Edmund who was still immersed in the devil Dean into his body, and gave him a long-lost summoning technique.

Edmund was about to struggle, and took a look at his narrow room and held back.

You can't fight in the room, so as not to tear the house down later.

As soon as he went out, he saw that the person came was a blond, blue-eyed, noble but sinister young man.

The young man sat in a luxurious carriage and was very arrogant.

He looked down at Edmund at his feet, his tone full of sarcasm: "Yo. I said who beat my dog? It turned out that it was you, the dog, who broke the breed."

This man's tone is a standard aristocratic tone.

When he was young, Jessica envied the nobles living on East Street. She would go and see them secretly and learn their accents, so that he was very familiar with this accent.

When Jessica said that, he didn't feel annoyed, and even thought Jessica was cute.

However, the young man in front of him made him want to blow his head.

You know, the dog in this population is a large second-level flaming beast!

If he hadn't killed the beast, he would have died in the Colosseum!

"This young master, this is the rules of the Colosseum! It is probably inappropriate for the young master to do this now." Edmund said forbearably.

He has been used to enduring it for the past twenty-five years.

Unfortunately, he forgot that he is different now.

"Damn it! Edmund, you are the savior! Please show some domineering spirit exclusive to the savior! You are really inferior to you!"

Dean Dean couldn't stand his attitude at first.
Chapter completed!