The Little Reporter from the Underworld and the Demon King

On the rest day twice a week, Wu Ze and the Great Emperor both stayed at home.

Wu Ze lay on the sofa and carefully read the autobiography of a well-known senior reporter, discussing a few words with the emperor from time to time, while the emperor stuffed peeled grapes into Wu Ze's mouth while reading the important news of the Three Realms.

Wu Ze flipped through a few pages of the book, and suddenly said excitedly as if he had discovered a new world: "My lord! Tu Luo didn't study journalism before he became a reporter!"

Then his current starting point is higher than that of Tu Luo.

"En." The emperor responded and stuffed a grape into his mouth.

Wu Ze continued to read his autobiography while chewing the grapes, and found another miraculous thing. He hurriedly swallowed the grapes in his mouth and hurriedly shared them with the Emperor: "Emperor! Tu Luo was actually invited by the Lord God to visit heaven!!!"

Not only has Tuluo been to heaven, but he was also invited by the head of the Three Realms, the main god. This should be the highest honor a demon can enjoy.

Heaven must be all white, with all the gods and angels stepping on soft white clouds, and Tuluo surrounded by them...

While Wu Ze was proud of having such an excellent senior reporter, he sighed for his confused future, wondering if he would be able to receive the mercy of the Lord God one day?

"En." The emperor still responded in a neutral manner, and continued to stuff grapes into Wu Ze's mouth.

Although he has never been to heaven or met the main god, he has a great emperor, and in his mind the status of the great emperor is no less than that of the main god.Now he is at least one of the happiest demons in the world.

Thinking of this, Wu Ze cleared away the stagnation in his heart, ate the grapes with relish, and swayed his two thin white legs leisurely.

Suddenly he saw an illustration in the book, which was a group photo of Tu Luo and famous people from the underworld.

He looked at the photo in a daze, and murmured: "So Tuluo is a demon..."

All demons with S-shaped horns will have some magic that ordinary demons cannot, and the larger the horns, the higher the magic level, but as long as the horns are S-shaped, at least they can heal magic.

But Uze is just an ordinary soft horned monster, his horn has only a small bend, and it is as soft as a sponge.

There are some natural gaps that cannot be bridged by hard work the day after tomorrow, he bit his lip in frustration.

No wonder Tuluo can become such a great reporter, the distance between him and Tuluo is a full corner...

The emperor didn't answer, but stuffed another grape into his mouth.

Wu Ze habitually stretched out his tongue to hook the grape into his mouth, but he caught a long and thin thing harder than the grape.

He lowered his head and saw that he was actually the emperor's finger!He was startled and immediately let go, blushing and looking at the emperor for no reason.

The emperor reached out to wipe away the water stains around his mouth, and looked at him calmly: "The grapes are finished."

Wu Ze turned his head and glanced at the fruit bowl, it was indeed empty, but he didn't understand what the emperor meant, so he just nodded "En".

The emperor asked him again: "Are the grapes delicious?"

"What does the Emperor think?"

"I didn't eat it."

"..."

Wu Ze's face immediately turned redder. It turned out that he had finished eating the grapes by himself, and the emperor didn't even have any!

He was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at the emperor, he lowered his head and pretended to be reading, and whispered, "It's delicious."

"I want to try it too." The emperor pinched his chin and raised his head as he said.

Wu Ze's naturally curly disheveled black hair made his small face even smaller, and the red eyes that shone with fear of looking at the emperor betrayed his guilt. The emperor is so tough, isn't he unhappy...

"But... I ate it up..."

However, there was no wave on the emperor's face: "Then you can only taste what you have eaten."

After speaking, he stared deeply at Wu Ze, as if waiting for his response.

Wu Ze couldn't hide the panic in his heart: "Eat... how to eat..."

Could it be that the emperor wants him to spit it out... Or go buy a few more strings now...

But the grapes from the other side are so expensive, one bunch is his monthly salary...

The emperor didn't answer, he stretched out his tongue and lightly brushed the corner of his mouth, sweeping away the missing drop of water, Wu Ze also licked the corner of his mouth reflexively.

Ah, so sweet.

The emperor looked at him faintly, the affection in his eyes was so deep that water dripped out: "You still have the aftertaste of grapes in your mouth."

"what?"

The emperor kissed his lips without waiting for him to recover. His dexterous tongue unceremoniously drove straight in, gently rolled over Wu Ze's uvula, and skillfully stroked his palate. The numbness made him tremble slightly. , can only inhale desperately to prevent the body fluid from overflowing the corner of the mouth, completely unresponsive why the two demons kissed together suddenly...

But it's so comfortable, don't worry about the details.

It took a while for the emperor to let go of him, and licked his lips: "It's really delicious."

Wu Ze was deprived of oxygen from the kiss, his head was dizzy, his eyes were watery, and he couldn't hear what he was talking about, so he replied in a daze.

Seeing this, the emperor raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "But I haven't eaten enough yet."

After speaking, he hugged Wu Ze horizontally and went into the bedroom.

Wu Ze couldn't turn his head, so he let him hold him, looking absently at the emperor's profile.

Fine and neat black bangs, a tall nose bridge, a sharp chin, bottomless black pupils...

The Great Emperor worshiped by countless demons, such a perfect Great Emperor, and I have been by his side for five years...

Five years ago, Wu Ze had never met the Emperor, and he was not yet a TV reporter.

With any interview experience, he submitted an almost blank resume to the local TV station with his enthusiasm.

Because the previous reporter had just resigned, it was the time when there was a shortage of people.Even Wu Ze, who has no bright spots, was lucky enough to get an interview opportunity.

The interviewer was obviously not interested in this soft-horned monster who didn't have any special skills. He glanced at the resume lazily, planning to ask a few questions step by step and send him home to wait for the news that he would never receive.

"If you become a reporter for our station and you need to design an interview program that meets certain ratings requirements, who do you plan to interview?"

Hearing this question that he had asked himself countless times, Wu Ze immediately cheered up. The answer was deeply imprinted in his heart when he heard about that demon!

He shouted without hesitation: "The Demon King!"

However, as soon as these four words were spoken, Wu Ze regretted it in his heart. There are so many demons who worship the emperor, this answer must be nothing new.

Uninspired answers mean failure to attract the interviewer's attention, which means the failure of the interview...

But his admiration for the Great Emperor is like a torrent of magma. He didn't want to lie in order to deceive the interviewer's favor. After a short depression, he cheered up again. Other suitable ones can be found.

However, the eyes of the two interviewers lit up when they heard the answer, and they looked at each other.

You must know that the project of interviewing the Emperor has been proposed continuously since the establishment of the TV station. In the past hundred years, countless reporters have made countless attempts and ended up with no results. Moreover, they were all frightened by the emperor's cold eyes and had sequelae, so they were unwilling to do it a second time. try.

The number of failures has increased, and now when the emperor is mentioned to interview the director of planning, I feel diarrhea.

Last week, the devil from above exerted pressure again, requiring the TV station to produce a set of interviews with the emperor within a month, so the previous reporter was so frightened that he resigned directly.

And the director is probably still in the toilet now.

The TV station is also in a dilemma. It is obviously the devil of the underworld management office. Why can't the Cultural Affairs Office communicate with the emperor before issuing instructions, leaving the most difficult step to them.

If You Mo is willing to take over this mess, it can be regarded as a solution to their urgent need.

Although the soft-horned monster in front of him has no journalistic qualities, his face is not impressive enough, his curly hair is messy as if he has not been taken care of when he goes out, and his body is thin and small.

……

If you had to find the least suitable look for a reporter, this would probably be it.

But if he is willing to interview the emperor, then he must not be easily let go.

One of the interviewers secretly pressed the recording button of the recorder, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice, "Then are you willing to be the reporter who interviews the Emperor?"

"Of course I would."

Wu Ze looked at the interviewer suspiciously, not understanding why he asked this question in such a way.With some disgust in my heart, I thought that if such a logical ability can become an interviewer, then he is more than enough to be a TV reporter.

The interviewer swallowed, and smirked treacherously: "Don't go back on your word."

A chill swept over Wu Ze's body, but he still nodded: "En."

So he overwhelmed other competitors with rich experience, full of experience, excellent grades, and novel answers that could attract the attention of the interviewer, and became a new reporter of the TV station.