"Hey, hey, hey! Wouldn't such a thing have happened if you were honest?”Diablo threw the cloth aside and looked at the little monster who was shivering in front of him. He shook his head and sighed.
"Whose fault do you think it is!"
The golden-haired little monster covered its body and looked at Diablo with shame and anger.
" Because you want to escape!"
"Who asked you to capture me!"
"Who asked you to follow me?"
"Wu ~~~" He couldn't refute.
"I'm talking about you."
Diablo looked at the little thing in front of him. He wanted to ask her some questions.
"Go away! You hentai!"
Diablo felt a headache when he saw the little monster in front of him, who was covering its body with a rag and making a purring sound like an angry cat.
"It clearly can't be covered…"
Diablo looked at the little monster, who was trying her best to hide her skin, but it still revealed a lot of her warm jade-like skin. After thinking about it, he decided to help her, or else he wouldn't be able to ask any questions.
Diablo ignored the little thing's resistance. He grabbed her and threw away the rag she used to cover her body. Then, he wrapped her body with magic power.
During this time, the little thing was still shouting " hentai " and struggling violently. However, she became obedient after Diablo slapped her butt.
What if the child was disobedient? Just a beating would be enough! (Girlfriends and wives can refer to this method, and bear the consequences.)）
Endyapolo looked at her flushed face and guessed that she was more likely to be embarrassed.
"Alright!"
Diablo looked at the finished magic weaving on the little monster's body and nodded. Then, he put the little monster down.
"So beautiful ~~"
The little fellow looked at his clothes and touched them. He let out a surprised sigh and no longer resisted.
"It's alright…" Diablo rubbed his chin as he looked at the clothes he had made that far surpassed this era.
He pursued practicality, so when he weaved the clothes with magic power, he basically paid attention to its defense. Therefore, he engraved a 'triple defense circle' on the fabric of the clothes that could defend against a six-digit Demon King's all-out attack (this was a concept that boosted the cloth to 11.) Therefore, the color and style were a little monotonous, only purple and white.
It could last for about a hundred years, and after that, it would become an ordinary piece of clothing if Diablo's magic power was not replenished.
To be honest, he didn't expect the little guy to be so amazed. It was probably because it had surpassed this era.
Looking at the little girl who kept looking at his new clothes, Diablo thought it was time to ask her why she was following him.
With this thought in mind, Diablo said,"
"That... Pfff!"
Upon hearing Diablo's voice, the little guy turned into a golden bolt of lightning and rushed toward Diablo, knocking him to the ground.
"You bastard!"
Just when Diablo thought that the little monster was going to attack him, the little monster on top of Diablo arched its body twice, then looked up at Diablo excitedly.
"I want to learn!"
"Huh?"
Diablo was stunned.
Then, he saw the little fellow lying on his body staring at him with its amethyst eyes. Its two thin lips opened slightly, and a crisp voice sounded again.
"Teach me how to make clothes, nice clothes!”
Diablo fell silent. The little guy's eyes reminded him of a dark time.
It was something that had happened in Sandbox Court.
It was well known that dragons liked gold and financial reports. It could be said that all dragons were money-grubber, and women... Women of all races loved shiny jewelry.
The question was, how much did the females of the dragon race desire for treasures?
Diablo knew.
One day, for some unknown reason, gold and all kinds of shiny ores were the least valuable in the Burning Hell (True). Almost everywhere, the news was made known to the dragons.
The eastern dragons were better, but the western dragons
Then, he saw the overwhelming number of female dragons flying toward his community with shining eyes. Although most of them were four-digit dragons, Diablo could easily crush them. He did not know why, but he could not resist the female dragons at all.
Diablo was the Demon King of Fear among the three main Demon Gods of Burning Hell. He had always been the one to spread terror to others, and no one could make him fear.
But on that day, Diablo understood what fear was for the first time.
It also made him understand a principle-don't let a money-grubber race's female know how much money you have, especially when this race isn't one of your own.
Especially women!_ (:з」∠)_
After waking up from his memories, Diablo looked at the little guy in front of him, who was mostly low-level monsters. He gulped and said,"
"Alright," she said.
[PS: Money isn't everything, but you can't do without money.] Money didn't make the devil turn the millstone, but it could make the millstone turn the devil!_ (:з」∠)_
Oh, great masters!
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