Female supporting role she is entangled by the villain

Chapter 304 The Cultivation Diary of a Demon Catcher! (twenty one)

"You, where did you come from!" Xiaopang pointed at Ye Shengge tremblingly with his claws, and the chicken leg with most of the meat in his hand fell to the ground, but he didn't care about his heartache.

"Tsk tsk, little fat man, you don't have the courage!"

Ye Shengge propped his chin, and said coolly, "I'm not afraid of a ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night. It's broad daylight, and the ghost hasn't come out yet. You're afraid of this. What a shame you have done!"

"No, I didn't! You're slandering someone!" The little fat man blushed and retorted loudly, but his eyes flashed slightly, revealing a guilty conscience.

"No?" Ye Shengge smiled: "Then where did you get the dim sum and chicken legs in your hand? They couldn't all be given by others, right?"

The little fat man really wanted to say that, Ye Shengge could tell what he was thinking at a glance, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips viciously.

"Little fat man, I am the owner of this pastry. I don't remember when I gave anyone pastries!"

When talking about anyone, Ye Shengge deliberately increased his voice, and the little fat man swallowed back what he was about to say.

A round face wrinkled, indescribably aggrieved.

"Hey, little fat man, explain it to my sister!" Ye Shengge blinked, blingbling brightly.

With that said, Ye Shengge glanced at the half chicken leg on the ground and a small piece of plum cake in its paw.

The little fat man looked down, staring at those round eyes that were exactly the same as the little deer, he hesitated and couldn't speak.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he quickly stuffed the snack into his mouth, and swallowed it whole without chewing.

"Hic~" The little guy burped loudly, raised his round chin triumphantly, and spread his bare hands: "Sorry, I don't know what pastry you're talking about!"

The little guy was sure that the evidence had been destroyed, and Ye Shengge must have nothing to do with him.

Ye Shengge was astonished, unable to laugh or cry.

How could this little guy be so cute, such an open and aboveboard destruction of evidence, his arrogant denial, and his chubby face really melted her heart.

It's like taking this cute thing home to raise!
Ye Shengge has star eyes.

She couldn't hold back any of it, stretched out her hand and pinched his face fiercely, it was as soft as imagined, very comfortable to touch!

Ye Shengge squinted his eyes comfortably, and pinched the round face under his hands into countless shapes.

But she has a sense of propriety, she uses clever strength, looks fierce, but in fact it doesn't hurt at all.

Sure enough, the little fat man didn't cry out in pain, but because his face was pinched, he felt uncomfortable, so he thumped vigorously while blushing.

"Well, Bad Lun, let the mud go out of the nest!"

Seeing this, Ye Shengge refused to let go, and blatantly ate the little guy's tofu.

"Little guy, you should admit it today. If you meet me, you should obediently obey me! Hahaha!" Ye Shengge, the great demon king, was extremely rampant.

The little fat man's eyes turned red with fright, and he was about to die, but he sucked his nose hard, and the tears were forced back into his lacrimal glands.

He pouted stubbornly, and kept repeating: "Bad Lun, mud is bad Lun! Bad Lun, mud is bad Lun..."

Hearing these thoughts, the corners of Ye Shengge's mouth twitched: "You little brat, you stole my snacks and said bad things about me, that's enough!"

"Wugou (not enough)!" The little fat man glared at Ye Shengge with fire in his eyes.

Ye Shengge couldn't help being amused, let go of his hand, and patted him lightly on the top of the head: "You little thing, you're not big, but you're big enough!"

The little fat man turned a deaf ear and continued to stare at Ye Shengge, but no matter how angry he was, through those big cute eyes, it was greatly discounted, and he looked like a spoiled child instead.

Ye Shengge's heart, liver, and lungs trembled from being cute.Her hand was about to move.

"Little fat man, if you look at me like that again, I won't be polite!" Ye Shengge stared at his round face with ill intentions.

The little fat man trembled, quickly looked away, and sat obediently, with a serious little round face, like a little monk.

Ye Shengge couldn't help snickering... Emma, ​​this little guy is so much fun!

The little guy was serious for a while, and couldn't help it anymore.

Only then did he realize that he seemed to have missed something.

When he looked down and saw the half chicken leg, he realized that he had missed something. As if struck by lightning, his mouth deflated, and he burst into tears.

"Wow, my chicken legs, my meat, my chicken legs..."

Ye Shengge was dumbfounded: "..."

Just now this kid was bullied so hard by him that he was so stubborn that he refused to shed tears, but now he was crying all over because of half a chicken leg.

Is she too outdated or is this world too mysterious!
"Hey, little fat man, don't cry, a man bleeds but doesn't cry, you know that!"

"Wow wow wow!"

"Hey, isn't it just a chicken leg? If you want to eat, I'll give you ten or eight!"

"Wow wow wow!" The child cried out of breath: "Can this be the same? Can this be the same! I don't care, I want this, I want my chicken leg!"

The corners of Ye Shengge's mouth twitched... Why is it different, aren't they all chicken legs?
Could it be that half of the drumstick was made of monster meat?

The little fat man closed his eyes and howled like ghosts and wolves for a while, with no distractions, and worked very hard, as if he wanted to cry a hole out of the world.

Ye Shengge tried his best to coax the child, but not only was it useless, but he was also baptized countless times by a certain child with contemptuous eyes.

That's not the most important thing.

The most important thing was that the little fat man's voice was too loud, and his crying was so shrill that everyone in the teahouse was alarmed.

Ye Shengge didn't need to look, he could feel all kinds of strange eyes falling on her through the table.

This was the first time she was so embarrassing, Ye Shengge's face was burning hot.

Seeing the little fat man crying more and more vigorously, Ye Shengge's heart broke, and he directly sealed his mouth with a spell, and gave a fat man a look of ferocity: "Don't cry, do you hear me?"

The little fat man refused to listen, and continued to cry.

Even if there is no sound, it can't dampen the little fat man's determination. A silent mime was going on, and a series of big teardrops slid down his white and tender face.

The little nose is red, looking pitiful, it looks like a big cute pet with fried fur.

Ye Shengge chuckled inwardly because of this metaphor.

Having laughed enough, she reluctantly took out her handkerchief, and gently wiped away the tears on the little fat man's face.

"Little fat man, don't cry, okay? It's my sister's fault. My sister apologizes to you."

After a pause, Ye Shengge said with a smile: "To express my apology, my sister will compensate you with chicken legs. I will compensate you as much as you want. Okay?"

Hearing this, the little fat man's moist eyes lit up, his crying stopped slowly, he hiccupped a little, and looked at Ye Shengge: "You, is what you said true?"

(End of this chapter)