Human Fax Machine: Black, So This Is What You're Really Like

"Awooo! Awooo!"

No. 3.

Miss Michelle, whom the old men of the Human Race believed had suffered a terrible injustice, was sitting in a birdcage, stuffing herself with little cakes.

Her big eyes were fixed on Black as he cultivated.

This demon was awful!

He had locked her in a cage!

Still... she might have lost her freedom, but she had gained information.

First came detailed intelligence on the Blood Demon Guard, then information on the major families in the Blood Demon Domain.

The old men of the Heavenly King Hall must have been so shocked their eyes nearly popped out.

The thought alone was funny.

It was just...

Michelle popped the last bite of cake into her mouth and licked her lips, wishing there were more.

It was just... she still couldn't figure it out.

She had gone to all that trouble to infiltrate the Blood Demon Palace as a maid, and before she could do anything, this demon had caught her and shut her in a birdcage!

What was it about her that this demon liked?

Couldn't she change it?

"Is it my damn beauty?"

Michelle scratched her head in frustration.

She had tried to look as ordinary as possible to infiltrate the Demon Race. Why had a demon still singled her out?

What a headache!

Her head aching, Michelle closed her eyes and leaned against the side of the birdcage. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

A full stomach always made her sleepy.

But...

Michelle didn't know...

That after she fell asleep...

Black, who had been cultivating, slowly opened his eyes.

"That's it?"

"You think passing along a little information would take long?"

A voice sounded in his mind.

It was Lan Jiuyou.

"That little girl has an interesting ability. She can turn her