The demon leader is back

Eleven or twelve-year-old Xuqing came out of the bamboo building holding the qin. The sky was gloomy, and the strong wind made a terrifying cry.

The wind messed up the young man's hair, and he raised his head, revealing an extraordinarily delicate face with picturesque features, perfect like no ordinary person.

Bean-sized raindrops fell, and a big black umbrella was propped up on Xuqing's head: "Young master! It seems that it will rain today, why don't you go back later? Presumably the leader and deputy leader will not blame you."

Xuqing's clear and cold voice sounded: "Master and adoptive father have rarely come back these few years. I haven't seen them for a long time. Go back earlier."

The young man was usually reticent, but this time it was rare to say so much. It seemed that he was really in a hurry. The subordinate no longer tried to dissuade him, but just held up the umbrella to prevent the rain from hitting the young master.

The carriage came slowly from the rain and fog, stopped in front of the young man, and said in a low voice, "Master, I'll go back to the church."

A delicate and handsome man came out of the elegant small building next to him, dressed in green, leaning casually on a bamboo plant, raising his eyelids slightly: "Say hello to the leader and deputy leader for me."

Nod falsely.

The man is Fu Qingyan, the master of the Tianshengjiao Music and Temperament Hall, who teaches Xuqing to play the piano, and can be regarded as his master, but he has not held a teacher apprenticeship ceremony.

There was a heavy rain on the way, the road was muddy, and the speed was delayed. It was supposed to be able to reach a small town before evening, but now it was already dark, and it was finally possible to walk to a post station ten miles away from the town.

This inn was newly opened not long ago, and there are very few customers, especially in rainy days, and there will be no merchants traveling in the rain.So, when Xuqing and his party arrived here, there was no guest in the inn.

Xiao Er was very enthusiastic, with quick hands and feet, and the hot soup and hot dishes came out quickly. One of his subordinates had just taken a bite of food, and he frowned, and said in a close-knit manner: "Young master, there is a problem."

Nodding deceitfully, several subordinates looked at each other a few times, pretending to be nonchalant and continuing to eat, this bit of fascination/drug is nothing to them, after all, they can be divided by the leader and the deputy leader to take care of the young master , the means are extraordinary.

The few people had enough food and drink, ignored Xiaoer's strange eyes at the corner, went upstairs and went back to the room to rest.

Xiao Er watched them go upstairs and back to the back kitchen, an overweight man with a swollen face asked in a low voice, "Have you eaten?"

Xiao Er smiled evilly and seductively: "Eat, eat."

The fat cook snorted and laughed a few times: "Sleeping?"

"Sleep and sleep."

Just after the two finished talking, a dark middle-aged man dressed like a shopkeeper and a long gown walked in: "It seems that this time I caught a fat sheep."

"The shopkeeper is good." The fat cook and the evil boy saluted the shopkeeper at the same time.

After about an hour, the shopkeeper, waiter, and cook in the inn felt that the effect of the medicine had taken effect, and were about to go upstairs to slaughter the fat sheep, but at this moment, the neighing of horses came from outside.

The three looked at each other, as if asking: What happened?Their luck is so good, fat sheep came again on this rainy night?

The three of them stopped going upstairs, Xiao Er opened the door, and the wind and rain rushed in, Xiao Er sneezed, squinted his eyes and looked into the rainy night, and saw two cars and horses broke through the rainstorm and appeared in front of them .

Xiaoer opened the umbrella, warmly greeted the visitor, and helped the visitor lead the horse: "Go in and rest your feet quickly. On this rainy day, our shop has hot ginger soup. Go in and drink a bowl first. Don't catch a cold. .”

Jumped out of the carriage was a man dressed in shorts and trousers. The man had a strong figure, piercing eyes, and a knife on his waist. He looked like a Lianjiazi.

The man turned his head to pick up the people in the carriage. He opened the curtain with a slender white hand and got out of the carriage. It was a very handsome young man.

The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he looked very good, but he was tired from traveling and traveling, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes and eyebrows were full of tiredness.

This boy is the young master of the Mo family in Qingwu Town, Mo Chenzui.

This time, Mo Shenzui came out to help his father collect rent from several shops in Bianjing City.

The man helped Mo Chenzui out of the car: "Young master, be careful, the ground is slippery."

Mo Shenzui looked sleepy: "I'm starving to death, let's get something to eat first."

The little errand shouted winkingly inside: "Serve the chicken soup for the guests first." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and laughed at Mo Chenzui, "The chicken soup has been boiled for a long time, and it is very fragrant. I thought it would not be so on this rainy day." There are guests, so our shopkeeper prepares to drink it himself, I never expected to meet such an extravagant person as the young master, if you don't mind it, you might as well try it."

Mo Shenzui was spoiled and spoiled at home, where has he ever suffered this kind of hardship, and he could only eat dry and hard steamed buns along the way, it is simply worse than death, now hearing that there is hot chicken soup to drink, his eyes immediately lit up: "Hurry up and get some more bowl."

The man supporting Mo Chenzui was hesitant to speak, but seeing Xiao Er leading the horse a little further away, he leaned into Mo Chenzui's ear and whispered: "Master, when I came out with the master, I had never seen this inn before. In case there is a problem...Young Master, you might as well bear with it for a while, what delicious food to eat in Bianjing..."

"Zhuo Wu!" Mo Chenzui's face turned paler, with a bitter face, "If you don't drink some hot soup, I'm afraid your young master won't be able to reach Bianjing City."

"But……"

"No but!" Mo Chenzui strode inside, entered the station, and finally felt alive.

Zhuo Wu frowned, but didn't persuade him any more.

When the hot soup and dishes were served, Zhuo Wu couldn't stop Mo Chenzui, and watched helplessly as he held the soup bowl and drank it all in one breath.

The young master of his family is very precious, usually he wouldn't even look at this kind of chicken soup, but today he is so rude holding the soup bowl to fill it, it seems that he is really hungry.

It may be that he was too careful, but it was an ordinary inn, so it shouldn't be such a coincidence that they encountered a black shop unluckily.

However, Zhuo Wu looked at the steaming food on the table, but he still endured it and took out the dry and hard steamed buns from his bag, and gnawed them in small bites.

Mo Chenzui looked at Zhuo Wu eating steamed buns and was almost speechless. He opened and closed his mouth, and after going back and forth several times, he said angrily, "You are so blessed that you don't even know how to enjoy it."

Zhuo Wu laughed a few times, lowered his head, suppressed the expression in his eyes, and silently gnawed on the dried steamed buns.

Zhuo Wu didn't eat it, and the other scary people who followed naturally didn't dare to eat it, only the young master Mo Chenzui enjoyed it alone.

Mo Chen was eating and eating, his eyelids were battering and he was so sleepy, he slammed his head on the table, almost buried his face in the dish.

Zhuo Wu looked at something wrong and shook Mo Chenzui's shoulder: "Young master, young master?"

"Huh?" Mo Shenzui snorted out of his nose in a daze, his eyelids almost glued together.

Before Zhuo Wu realized more, the fat chef had already come out of the back kitchen with a knife for chopping big bones and meat, with a vicious look on his face.

Seeing the frail Xiao Er walking into the lobby with a big ax on his shoulders, smiling wickedly, looking at his appearance, it makes people get goosebumps one after another weirdly.

The shopkeeper stood aside to watch the excitement.

Mo Chenzui, who was not yet completely unconscious, stared blankly at the scene in front of him, unable to turn his head around.

The fat chef waved the machete to the front and made a sharp piercing sound: "You fat sheep are too ignorant, how dare you not eat the food made by this chef!"

Zhuo Wu was 100% sure that they met a black shop, not just a normal black shop, this black shop might kill people.

Without hesitation, Zhuo Wu pulled out the long knife at his waist. He thought, with his strength and the large number of them, it was more than enough to deal with the fat cook and the waiter in front of him.

However, within three minutes, there were people lying on the floor in the lobby.

Zhuo Wu clutched his bleeding thigh and fell to the ground, looking at the fat cook walking towards Mo Chenzui with a machete in his hands.

"Wait." The shopkeeper who had been watching a show suddenly said, he walked in front of Mo Chenzui, pinched Mo Chenzui's chin with two fingers, and lifted his face, "Looking at the tender skin, the taste must be Alright, don't touch him yet, send him to the king later."

The fat cook put down the knife, and suddenly thought of something: "Where's the one upstairs? Send it to the king too?"

The shopkeeper thought about Xuqing's extraordinarily beautiful face, stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No, send that to the queen."

The fat cook also understood something, grinning wretchedly.

"To whom?" Just as they were tidying up the fat sheep, a cold, immature voice that belonged to young people came to mind.

The fat cook reflexively replied: "Didn't I say, give it to the queen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three shopkeepers immediately looked back, and saw the face of the young man standing upstairs reflected in the warm light, his brows were soft, his long black hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he was suffocatingly beautiful.

"You..." The shopkeeper looked at the handsome young man upstairs in surprise, "Why did you wake up?"

Their magic/drug is specially made. It is said that if human beings eat it in their stomachs, they will not wake up until they sleep until the next day. What is going on?

Xu Qing ignored the shopkeeper, and shifted his gaze to Mo Chenzui whose hands were tied behind his back, slightly surprised.

He didn't expect to meet this child at this time and this place.

Back then, Mo Chenzui carried him home from the snow, and they didn't separate until he was five years old. At that time, the little boy was crying with snot and tears all over his face, and hugged him around his waist to prevent him from leaving.

Unexpectedly, that boy has grown into the handsome young man he is today. If it takes a few more years, he will become even more suave and charming, captivating the hearts of countless women.

Xuqing walked down the stairs slowly, boom boom...

Step by step, as if stepping on the heart of a person, it exerts great pressure on the people downstairs.

Xuqing's eyelids slightly raised: "However, the three little monsters dare to act presumptuously in front of this young master."

The three shopkeepers were taken aback, they didn't expect the handsome young man in front of them to reveal their identities.

"who are you?"

False and indifferent eyes fell on the shopkeeper. Among the three demons, he was the most powerful: "There is a problem with the enchantment between the demon world and the human world. I didn't expect that you little monsters would take advantage of the loophole first. I'm not afraid of being discovered by the demon master. Do you want to drag it back and get skin cramps?"

The three demons shook their bodies and looked at each other. Seeing that Xu Qing was young and couldn't even sense the demonic power on his body, he was afraid that a weak slap would kill him, so he became more courageous.

The shopkeeper sneered and said: "When we catch you and kill you, eat the skin and bones, let's see who can sue the demon lord."

They have no fear at all, the adults behind them will definitely protect them, and it is spread in the demon world, and now the demon master has clashed with the master of the demon world, and has been captured by the demon master, the demon world is now leaderless, who will take care of these little demons? ?

Xu Qing didn't want to talk nonsense with them, with a flick of a finger, three hair-thin thunders penetrated into the bodies of the three demons instantly, and the three demons turned into coke in an instant.

"Young master!" The subordinates also came down from upstairs, protecting Xu Qing, "Young master, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Xuqing looked cold, but the eyes that fell on Mo Chenzui subconsciously softened a little. He walked over to help Mo Chenzui up, untied the rope that bound his wrist, and looked at the white skin on the white skin. Red marks, brows frowned slightly, fleeting.

Mo Chenzui's skin was too tender, and the fat cook's hands were strong, and the tightness of the tying was actually worn out by Young Master Mo's wrist.

"Thank you, young master." Zhuo Wu supported the table and chair with one hand, and leaned on the knife with the other. When Xuqing spoke to the three demons just now, he used the language of the demon world. He didn't understand it, but it didn't prevent him from seeing It was the little boy in front of him who saved them.

However, Zhuo Wu couldn't see what method Xuqing used to kill the three of them, his eyes fell on the three pieces of black charcoal, and the panic flashed in his eyes.

How could this young master have such unpredictable and profound martial arts at such a young age?And the attack was so fierce, even though they saved them, they were not easy to compare with.

Zhuo Wu looked at Xuqing and ordered his subordinates to take Mo Chenzui away, and immediately became anxious: "Young master!"

Xuqing raised her hand without looking back: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to your young master."

He put Mo Chenzui on the bed in his own room, ordered his subordinates to go down, and took Mo Chenzui's hand in a sympathetic way, and carefully applied the ointment for him.

Xuqing sat by the bed, holding Mo Chenzui's slender fingers, looking at the young man's handsome eyebrows with some ecstasy.

We meet this time, we will meet again next time, and I don't know when and what year it will be.

There is a problem with the barrier between the demon world and human beings, but at this time, Mo Xuan, the lord of the demon world, went to the demon world, and got entangled with the demon master, so the problem of dealing with the barrier between the human and demon worlds fell on Xu Qing, and this matter will happen soon I'm afraid I can't finish it.

It wasn't until the sun cleared that Xuqing got up and went out.

It just so happened that at this moment, Mo Shenzui on the bed trembled his eyelashes and woke up. He vaguely saw a beautiful figure receding away. He wanted to stretch out his hand to hold him back, but his arm seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift it up.

It was not until noon that Mo Shenzui woke up completely. When he got into the car and set off, his expression was in a trance, still thinking about the back that seemed to be in a dream. He seemed to have great regret for not catching that back, and his heart was empty, as if , He missed something extremely precious.

Mo Chenzui's eyes were blank, and he murmured, "Uncle Zhuowu, who do you think saved us?"

Zhuo Wu was helpless: "Master, I have said it eight hundred times, he is a young man in his early ten years old, and looks more handsome than you."

"Oh!" Mo Shenzui looked at the receding scenery outside, and his thoughts flew uncontrollably to a long time ago.

Mo Chenzui thought inexplicably: this year, Xiao Xuehua is already 12 years old, the little son who saved him, is it his little Xuehua?

Little Snowflake was picked up by Mo Chenzui in the snow all those years ago, a very beautiful boy, he likes Little Snowflake the most, but it was a pity that someone snatched it away later.

"Little Xuehua, I miss you so much." Mo Chenzui's nose was sore, his voice muffled, and he hid his head in his arms.

Little Snow Flower, I miss you so much!

The author has something to say: The extra episode is over here!The young master Mo intoxication and false feelings are the protagonists of the next book, hahahahaha

The next book "I Mistakenly Thought That Man Was a Brothel Boy", if you are interested, you can bookmark it first, okay, thank you.

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The Mo family was in decline, and Mo Chenzui personally felt what it means to "add insult to injury" and what it means to "moral state of affairs".

Just when he was most desperate, he met a young man who was as beautiful as a god.

The man stretched out his hand to him, and Mo Chenzui stretched out his claws cautiously like a small animal, tentatively and suspiciously, and then... lightly put it on the man's hand.

After giving his trust, he was easily abducted.

Then... wait!Why did you bring me to the brothel?Want... to sell me?

Do not indulge in remorse and pain in the abyss of despair!

Mo Chenzui laughed desperately, feeling hopeless: "How much money can you sell this broken body of mine?"

The man's peerless face approached him, and gently wiped off the dirt on his face: "What are you talking about?"

Mo Chenzui sneered: "... Heh!"

Only the next day, Mo Chenzui knew the identity of the man: "What! He's actually a brothel boy?"

Mo Shenzui covered his face in pain and regret, choked up and said, "I shouldn't... I shouldn't have treated him like that! I misunderstood him!"

Immediately afterwards, Mo Chenzui heard that the unparalleled beauty was molested by a bully guest.

Mo Shenzui trembled in distress: "I...I want to save him!"

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Qin Xuqing, the young master of the Tiansheng Sect, the next successor of the demon world, came to the rivers and lakes to see the little boy who carried him home from the snow.

However, huh?Brothel boy?Did the other party misunderstand something?

[The son of a down-and-out family counterattacks and is attacked by x's beauty and power]