But before little Morgan could catch his breath, old Morgan regained his fierce appearance, turned over, and grabbed his neck again.

"Ah, you're really going to kill me? I ......"

Little Morgan was furious, maybe it was anger that gave him strength, maybe it was his "divine power" possession, and he saw him scream, and elbowed the old Morgan next to him to the ground.

Then a tiger pounced, rode on the father in turn, grabbed his neck, and said fiercely: "I want you to die, you crazy person, you really want to kill me." ”

Old Morgan's cheeks were bruised, his eyes were rolling, tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes, and he said with difficulty: "Evil... Magic ......"

"Demons? Yes, you are possessed by a demon and not only want to destroy humanity, but you also want to kill your own son, you demon......

No, you want to be a demon, and you want to create sins and go to hell to be a demon lord?

Oh, you madman, demon, go to hell! Little Morgan exclaimed with a twisted smile on his neck that the bruises on his neck were exposed.

"Chris, the devil is behind you!"

Suddenly, old Morgan, who was choked by the neck, shouted clearly.

Little Morgan's expression froze, and old Morgan hurriedly said: "Chris, don't kill me, I can't die in your hands, the devil deceived us." ”

"Demons?" Little Morgan turned his head in a daze, looked at the old gentleman behind him, and muttered.

The old gentleman took off his hat and bowed slightly, nodded and smiled: "Yes, I am a visitor from hell." ”

Little Morgan regained a trace of clarity and said vigilantly: "Who are you and when did you come in?" Why didn't the bodyguards outside—"

"Chris, let it go, killing your own father will go to hell, I can die, but I can't be killed by you!" Old Morgan cried out in grief and interrupted his son's questioning.

"Ahh

Little Morgan reacted at this time, let go of his hands like an electric shock, kicked his legs wildly, and moved away from his father.

"Heh... Hehe... Hahahaha......"

The old gentleman chuckled lightly, then louder and louder, and in an instant the wide room was filled with his triumphant and joyful laughter.

"Who are you? Johnson, Duke, come on, Johnson......" Little Morgan lay on the ground and shouted the name of the bodyguard towards the door.

"What's it called? Do you want everyone to know that you killed your own father? The old gentleman laughed.

"I didn't, my father didn't die—ah!"

Little Morgan denied it again and again, but suddenly saw that his father's neck was abnormally shriveled, and then his eyes... There was a dead silence.

"I, I'm dead?"

Old Morgan woke up suddenly, then rolled over, the pain was gone, the weakness was gone, and he seemed to be 18 years old again.

But you can turn your head and look, "Even, no-"

Old Morgan looked at his dead corpse, knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, and wailed miserably.

"Bang Bang!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The old gentleman clipped the staff of civilization to the squeaky nest and slapped it quickly while laughing excitedly.

"Well, the Morgan family has never let me down, and this generation is even more surprising."

The old Morgan's body was lying on the ground, and another old Morgan was standing dazedly above the corpse, and this scene brought little Morgan to the brink of collapse.

"I, I killed my own father? Hehe, then, I can't be redeemed in this life? Little Morgan looked at his hands and said with a smirk.

“ohgod！ God, why do you do this to our father and son?

I hate, I curse, God you bastard, you xxx ......" Old Morgan's soul cried bitterly.

"Well scolded, God, that old guy is a bastard." The old gentleman slapped his face and laughed.

"You devil, you have tempted me, and you have come to harm my son, I will fight with you!"

Old Morgan shouted, and threw himself at the old gentleman.

"Ahh

As soon as he approached the old gentleman's one-meter range, old Morgan fell to the ground, holding his head and wailing.

In addition, the back of his hands, forehead, and other exposed skin began to appear in patches of dark red, fingernail-sized scales.

"Why is this happening, why? God is unfair! Old Morgan cried.

"Why? Hehe, why do you think your ancestors can become the emperor of the rice country? Haha, because, just like you, I also have a deal with them! The old gentleman laughed.

"However, our previous agreement... My son—even, no! ”

Old Morgan stopped abruptly halfway through his speech, and then he wailed bitterly, with a kind of remorse and despair in his voice that could not be concealed.

The old gentleman applauded and laughed, and bent over with a smile, "Remembered?" In the agreement, you will use the power of the Morgan family to disturb the world, and I will help you father and son to be promoted to the Great Demon.

It's a pity that your son seems to want to hold the stinky feet of the old man of God, and now this is not exactly what you want? ”

"No, no, it's not like that, it's all because of you."

Old Morgan shook his head again and again, pointed at the old gentleman and cursed: "You evil devil, you have lured me to fall, deliberately confuse my mind, and control my behavior......

It's all about creating an opportunity for Chris to kill his father, it's you, you, who directed it all! ”

"Hey, don't be like this, am I a reckless man who is forced to be man? Isn't that a lowering of my style? It's all out of your heart's desire, and at most, I've magnified it. The old gentleman waved his hand.

"Father, don't cry, now, let us discuss our previous plans with Your Great Majesty!" Little Morgan got up slowly, came to the old gentleman, knelt respectfully, and turned to his father.

"Chris, you-" Morgan Sr. scouted.

"Hey, do I have a choice now?" Little Morgan said in a quiet voice.

"Chris, you're confused!"

Old Morgan stomped his feet and lamented, "I was bewitched before, and my whole body went crazy. You are different, you are still young, and you can still wait for the establishment of the underworld. ”

"Ahem, the contract has been signed, and Maya Hansen can't help you." The old gentleman joked.

"When? When did I sign a contract with you? Little Morgan looked up sharply and asked.

"Huh!"

A quaint parchment scroll appeared abruptly on the old gentleman's right hand, the parchment open, and a lot of wriggling and twisted words on it.

"Hmm, you don't understand? ...... like this"

Then, a mirror-like image appears above the text: old Morgan is holding little Morgan's neck, and the old gentleman is sitting on the edge of the bed, asking slowly, "Do you need help?" "Little Morgan—"Help, help me ......"

The moment Morgan Jr. answered, the words "Chris Morgan" appeared under the contract - it was entirely Morgan's handwriting.

"Well, this is the signing process, as for the signing content... Slaves don't need to know what rights they have, because ...... He has no rights, and all that you have belongs to me - Mephisto, the Lord of Hell! Hahaha......"

The old gentleman instantly turned into a middle-aged man, and his black tuxedo also turned into a fur trench coat and leather pants with a swagger, and he spread his arms and laughed proudly.

"Bang-"

The door slammed open, and under Mephisto's blank gaze, a group of soldiers in silver combat uniforms rushed into the ward, and without saying a word, held submachine guns that flashed with golden light, and pointed at him with a burst of "sudden bursts".

“what？ How did my barrier be broken by this group of mortals? ”

With a mind full of doubts, Mephisto was like a pencil drawing on a blackboard in a burst of Holy Spirit bullets, which were erased little by little.