Refused the devil's proposal a hundred times

Demon Realm. The sky was dark red, the earth was flowing, and the whole land seemed to be flowing with disgusting blood, thrilling and dizzy. The scarlet rocks were seen everywhere, and the bronze-colored Warcraft flashed their sharp claws there from time to time. A tall castle stands abruptly in the center of the endless plains, and there is no wise monster creature ten miles away. It is the castle of the devil's lord Isidore, and no one usually dares to close here to bother him. However, today's castle is no longer peaceful. The purple light covered the court, and six figures appeared from the teleportation circle. At the time these six people （devils）had just appeared, dozens of black flames rushed towards them like an arrow, with the momentum of penetrating the intruders. All six scattered on their own magic flames but were still impacted to varying degrees. "Good night， your majesty." The man on the far right of the six-member group stabilized his body firstly, expanded his wings, and said slowly. "Ha," a tall figure in the castle flew out with a couple of enormous wings, and his golden brown hair fluttered on the wind, with black bending horns on the top of his head. He slightly squinted his amber-like eyes. And the pupils, like a pair of red-purple gems in the middle of his eyes, have added a bit of evil spirit to him. "Gal, don't tell me you are here just to get my regard." "Of course not, Majesty," the man smiled, bent in salute, and then rushed to Isidore suddenly, "Go to death, hybrid!" With his action, the other five men opened their wings and flew at Isidore. "My general, the chief of the Cavaliers, the Minister of Home Affairs ... Ha, what makes you have the courage to fight with me?" One streamer flashed away. Isidore quickly took over Gal's attack and asked with a slow tone. Of course, as the master of the abyss and the king of the demon world, Isidore asked this question with no expectation of getting answers. He only knew that hell would have to have six more ghosts since now. Though the people around Gal fell one after another, Gal's expression was not as uneasy as Isidore expected. "Is there something wrong with it?" A sense of foreboding rose from Isidore's heart， but he did not take it seriously. "It's just the self-comfort of the loser." He said to himself. At this time, he found that a hexagonal magic circle appeared under his feet. What's worse is that as the magic light on the circle brightened up, his body gradually began to be rejected by the demon Realm, and his wings and horns were all put away just like before going to the ordinary world. But he used to go to the human realm initiatively and left passively this time. This is an epic exchange magic circle. Isidore recognized what it was and soon knew a traitor in his castle passed part of his body to the six subordinates as the composition of the magic circle. But what did this circle change for? The voices of the six subordinates from each corner answered his question coincidentally: "You will not be able to return to the demon world and gradually lose your strength， spell. You will end your life in our hands," "Unless you let the first person who met sincerely agree to your proposal." The sounds of the subordinates faded away. The feeling of being betrayed by subordinates and the restraint of strength made Esseor angry. What made him even more angry was that he ended up because of his indifference to the enemy. The anger burned him like a fire, but he could not get away from the magic circle. Flame is something that every pure-blood devil likes, but Isador is only a mixed-blood, so he can feel the heat of the devil's body without getting pleasure from it. With the stop of the strong wind caused by position transmission, Isidore opened his eyes to the bright light. He met a pair of emerald eyes, letting him calm down like the lake. If the curse of the damn proposal was not existent, this pair of eyes would become a collection in his hand in the next second. But now he can only raise his eyes to scan the person in front of him: red face, white skin in white, two brown braids. In human's judgment， it is a cute and vibrant girl. But as a devil， Isidore can only see poverty from her ridiculous misfit smoke gray skirt. Ha, let a poor, ignorant girl agree to mate with a noble lord! How simple it is! Isidore laughed at Gal's miscalculation in his heart. He made a mild smile (he thought it was "mild") and then asked the girl directly: "Are you willing to marry me?" "What?" Unsurprisingly， the girl was shocked. Nobody could keep the peace after receiving a noble lord's proposal. Isidore thought. Looking at the unbelievable expression in front of him, he suddenly felt that the girl was kinda cute. Maybe he could also consider collecting her face, but decide later. He asked again: "Are you willing to marry me?" "Sir, can you stand up?" Of course, is she doubting my ability? Isidore didn't say much, frowned, stood up, and looked down at the girl. "Then do you have any discomfort now?" The girl then asked. "No, what's wrong." He replied. "Sir, I saw you lying here alone before, so I came to see if you need help. Now, since you have recovered, I will go to do my things." The girl turned her head and wanted to leave after speaking. Isidore held her hand in time quickly. The delicate skin was like a slightly cool silk, which combined the devil's heat. He stared at her eyes: "Follow me saying, I am willing to marry you." "I am willing to marry you." The girl followed word by word. Isidore found that the restraint on his body had not been untied. Damn! He had no idea, only to let her let go. The girl's fingertips passed by his palm, and he felt reluctant unexpectedly. It seems that using magic to get her promise didn't work. Watching the girl moving away hurriedly, Isidore thought.