"Good, good, good. You've grown up and stepped out of the shadows of the past. Congratulations. But that isn't the point. The point is Faust." Lu Mingze folded his arms, putting on the air of a little adult.
He continued, "The devil Mephistopheles made a pact with Faust and became Faust's servant. Once he made Faust content with worldly pleasures, the contract would end, and Faust's soul would belong to the devil. My terms are similar—I'll make a contract with you and grant your wishes—"
"So by your logic, as long as I'm greedy enough and my desires are never satisfied, I'll never have to pay the price?" Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up as though he had found a loophole. "The desires in a human heart can hold an entire abyss!"
Lu Mingze: "..."
He suddenly felt a little tired. Is this guy really my brother?
Something was very, very wrong. Maybe even twelve parts wrong out of ten!
The script was perfect in every respect, but when it came to execution—everything went wrong!
"Ahem, there are still some differences." Lu Mingze cleared his throat. "Mephistopheles was from the old days. We devils have to keep up with the times too. Hell's contract law has been revised. I don't want your soul. I want your body."
The moment he heard that, Lu Mingfei, who had just thought the atmosphere was getting a little gay, immediately became wary. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at him vigilantly. "Get lost. How can a little kid like you have such perverted thoughts?"
Lu Mingze's face darkened. His brother was really difficult to deal with these days.
He sighed softly and shook his head. "What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day? Fine, let's use another word—I want your