No.20 Nine Demon Kings

In the quiet courtyard, a black-haired boy was lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed, covered with a thin quilt, as if he was taking a nap.

Suddenly, a blond boy came over in a rage and kicked him awake.

The black-haired boy stared blankly at the person who kicked him: "...?"

"You cheated," the blond boy said coldly, "Number 20, you didn't delete the memory."

The black-haired boy seemed to have come to his senses. He widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "You cheated first! You went in and became a brave man!"

The blond boy: "I accidentally fell in!"

The black-haired boy: "Then I also accidentally escaped the amnestics!"

The blond boy was powerless to refute, and could only look at him expressionlessly.

The black-haired boy: "Anyway, I broke the cycle within thirty reincarnations! I won! You are not allowed to avoid me in the future!" After finishing speaking, he threw himself forward and hugged the blond-haired boy tightly.

The blond boy struggled a few times symbolically, and sighed: "Why are you doing this? You are the incarnation of the hot season, and I am the incarnation of the cold season. We are born to stay away from each other."

"I don't care, I just like being next to you," the black-haired boy said, "We are evenly matched anyway, I am not afraid of being frozen by you, and you don't have to worry about being roasted by me - no one else can get close to us, We were made for each other!"

The blond-haired boy briefly recalled those people who wanted to abduct the black-haired boy in the past but were melted down. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and gave him a hug back.

Not far from the two teenagers, a small tree that was usually scorched or frozen had sprouted emerald green shoots.

A sphere of crazy purple light floated over immediately, staring at the sprout.

Sprout: ………

Yuanqiu (crying and chirping): "How could the game between those two guys, Yan and Han, end so quickly! I'm going to die without cubs..."

Sprout: ………

I understand how you feel, but I'm not a cub!Blame uncle, can you stay where you are cool! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

THEEND.

The author has something to say:

Flowers are over!Thank you for persevering to see this!Since everyone doesn’t seem to want me to lock the text, then let’s not lock it. I’ll give you a big one (*°▽°)?