Old Mo, oh, Old Mo.
You really are as unreliable as ever.
When you signed the contract, I thought you might occasionally act shamelessly at most—perhaps nine times out of ten. But who would've thought you'd act shamelessly every single time you signed one?
You deserve it.
If you don't get beaten down, who will?
"Is that so?"
Lake's thoughts raced as he put on an apologetic expression and looked at Vivian Nimu before him. "Actually, Mephisto and I aren't very familiar with each other. I'm technically his enemy, too."
Vivian Nimu's eyelids twitched several times. "You just said Mephisto was your good friend. And you kept calling him Old Mo."
Lake shrugged. "I'm just naturally familiar with everyone. I sleep with everyone, right, Vivi?"
"..."
Vivian Nimu looked at Lake strangely. "You can call me Nimu. You can call me the Blood Queen. But Vivi? Sorry, that won't do."
Lake nodded and readily agreed. "All right, Vivi. No problem, Vivi!"
Vivian: "..."
What was the very first thing one had to do when pursuing a woman?
Have no shame.
Even a godly man as magnificent as Lake had to follow this rule when pursuing a woman. It was just that compared with other men, Lake's shamelessness might not be quite so obvious.
But...
Pursuing a woman was like a mixed-gender marathon, except the starting lines weren't equal. Simply put, no matter how outstanding a man was, he was still at the starting line, while a woman had already run anywhere from a hundred meters to five kilometers ahead.
Under such circumstances, if you stuck to the rules and kept running with your head down, when would you ever catch up?
A commotion came from the dark forest surrounding the mountain.
One dark figure after another emerged from the dark