If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

After spending one night in the forest, Mitchell didn't even want to leave the next day.

He knew that as soon as he returned to the city, Payne would be His Royal Highness Payne again, not the Payne who would play with him in the forest and hug him tenderly and kiss him.

Payne didn't notice that his little white pigeon had become depressed, and when rescuers arrived, he was taken there to heal his injuries.

Mitchell could only stay in Payne's palace, and he didn't even know where to find Payne.

It seems that Payne is the only one in his connection with the entire demon world.

He's like a misfit, staying in a place that doesn't belong to him. He has no affiliation, and the only affiliation is Payne.

He didn't even know what he would do if Payne didn't want to be with him one day.

Mitchell felt that he should go out and walk around more. It is always good to know more people.

When he walked out the door, he undoubtedly received the attention of many people.

After all, there are still very few angels who can freely come and go in the Demon Realm.

Most are just prisoners of war or slaves, and these people are not free.

Mitchell played with himself silently, as if those inquiring eyes did not exist.

Everything in the Demon Realm is very novel to him, such as the domesticated three-headed hellhound, the palm-sized dragon that can breathe fire, and the black-winged patrol team flying across the sky.

Mitchell's white wings made him stand out from the crowd, but he could only play near the main hall. If he went far, the demons outside would probably take him away as an intruder if they didn't recognize him.

At the corner of the palace, a tall demon was holding a red wine glass to sip the wine in it. After taking a sip, he looked at the attendant next to him, pouted at him, and asked, "How did the angel over there come? Why didn't he wear a suit?" shackles?"

The entourage recognized Mitchell and said, "Your Highness Sam, that was brought by His Royal Highness Payne from the God Realm. It is said that he is his lover."

Sam is a relative of Concubine Payne's mother, and he is still Payne's cousin.

A little interest appeared on Sam's face, and he said, "I'll meet him."

Demons are relatively open about love affairs, and sharing a partner is not a big deal. Demons, no matter men or women, don't have a single-minded concept.

When Sam was molesting Mitchell with such thoughts, he saw a slight blush on the little angel's face.

"Who are you?" Mitchell looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. With his decent clothes, Mitchell guessed that his status should be very noble.

"I'm Sam, Payne's cousin." Sam introduced himself.

"Hello." Mitchell said.

Sam looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, at his childish and innocent face, at his clear green eyes, at his snow-white skin and slender waist, at his long legs and his white wings.

"Where's your highness Payne?" Sam asked.

"He was injured, he should be on the side of the healing mage." Mitchell said honestly.

After hearing this, Sam suddenly reached out and touched Mitchell's wings.

His technique was very sexual, and Mitchell flinched uncomfortably.

"What are you doing?" Mitchell asked.

"Touch you." Sam hugged him into his arms and took him to a remote and uninhabited place.

Mitchell was stunned for a moment, then struggled quickly again.

"Please let me go." Shocked and angry, he resisted him with hands and feet.

He never imagined that there are still people playing hooligans in public.

Sam grabbed him and pinned him against the corner post and began to undress him.

"No, let go." Mitchell slapped him.

This was the first time for Sam to be slapped in the face, and he was not only aroused, but also became more and more lustful.

Mitchell's clothes were caught by the wings and he couldn't take them off, so Sam pressed him against the railing and took out a knife to cut open his clothes.

Mitchell was trembling with fright, he shouted for help, but the demons passing by walked away indifferently as if they didn't think it was a big deal.

In the demon world, demons are very indulgent in their own desires, and there are countless happy times in broad daylight, not to mention this kind of forced drama.If it's just someone else's interest, then stopping it may be considered as disturbing other people's interest.If it is really forced, then there is no need to blend in. If you are unable to resist, you can only be let by the victor to do whatever you want. This is the reason.

Seeing that no one came to help him, Mitchell became more and more helpless, and tears came out of his eyes.He raised his leg to kick him, but his leg was restrained by the man's hand.

Sam slowly pressed Mitchell's wings with the demon wings, and cast a spell to bind his hands.

He gestured in front of Mitchell with a knife, the blade almost cutting his face.

Mitchell's eyes widened in horror as Sam turned him on his side and stabbed him where the wings joined his body with a knife.

Mitchell was in so much pain that he wanted to roll on the ground, but Sam still regarded it as a game.

He likes to abuse his bed partner, so naturally he doesn't have much pity for Mitchell.He even twirled the blade, stirring it in Mitchell's flesh.

Mitchell felt blood running down his spine.He was almost suffocating in pain, and it took all his strength to break free from Sam, turned around and kicked him.

He kicked it without even looking at it, but he didn't expect to hit the red heart with his kick.

Whether it is a demon, an angel or a human being, that place is relatively fragile.

Sam was kicked backwards and fell to the ground. He covered the place where he was kicked and couldn't get up for a long time.

Mitchell quickly pulled up his clothes and ran back in a hurry.

Payne had just recovered from his injury when he heard someone come to complain to him that his little lover had beaten Sam.He had to clean up the mess again.

When he arrived at the place, Sam had already called all his uncles over, and a large group of people gathered in the room, waiting for Payne to give an explanation.

When Payne saw Sam's dying look, he knew what it was for.

Sam was a romantic man. When Payne was young, he had seen him touch the maids around him countless times, and once he had the audacity to sleep with one of his father's lovers.Payne's uncle was old enough to have a son, and he was very fond of Sam's baby, and there were a large number of elders as security, and then the matter was left alone.

But Payne didn't expect that he actually stretched his hand into his own palace.

He stretched out his hand to call for his followers, and after asking what happened, he realized that it was Sam who tried to force Mitchell, but was kicked by Mitchell instead.There was nothing wrong with kicking. With the physique of a devil, Mitchell is so weak, it hurts at most.But with Sam's domineering temperament, he definitely won't give up so easily.

After Mitchell fled back to the palace, he anxiously waited for Payne to return.

He was terrified, huddled in the corner of the bed, hugged his clothes, and kept looking at the door.The wound on his body was still aching, but he didn't even dare to find someone to treat him.

When Payne opened the door and walked in, his expression was not good.

When Mitchell saw him, she couldn't remember crying.

Payne kicked the door, strode to the bed, lifted him from the bed, and asked, "Did you beat Sam?"

No matter how dull Mitchell was, he could tell that Payne was not here to comfort him, but he didn't know to lie, so he nodded obediently.

"He tore my clothes and used a knife..." he complained aggrievedly.

"Did he fuck you?" Payne asked.

"No." Mitchell shook his head, "I ran away."

"Why did you hit him when he didn't fuck you?" Payne said this, which stunned Mitchell.

After Mitchell was stunned for a while, he realized what Payne meant. All his grievances and panic came up, and he cried: "Should I still offer my body and beg him to fuck me?"

"Even if you really fucked me, so what? Will you die or lose a piece of meat?" Payne scolded angrily, "How much more trouble will you cause me?"

All of Mitchell's grievances welled up in his heart, he opened his mouth, and tears fell down before he could speak.

As soon as Payne moved his fingers, a long vine hung from the beam, binding Mitchell's hands and hanging him up.

The clothes on Mitchell's body were already loose and loose, and they were torn apart as soon as Payne pulled them.

Payne held a whip in his hand, and whipped it to Mitchell's back.

Mitchell let out a cry of pain, and his voice changed.

"Why did you hit me? I did nothing wrong." Mitchell cried out of breath.

"What is his identity, and what is your identity, you can beat him?" Payne said, his hands kept moving, and he whipped several times in the blink of an eye.

Mitchell was sobbing, but stopped crying, and only bit his lower lip, holding back.

By the time Payne finished beating, Mitchell was already covered in welts.

He put him down and accidentally touched his wound, causing Mitchell to twitch in pain.

Payne hugged him and put him on his big bed.

Mitchell was already a little confused.

When Payne covered him with the quilt, Mitchell said to himself, "But if he fucked me, you wouldn't want me."

Payne's hand trembled, and when he looked at him again, he found that he had passed out.

A hand gently caressed Mitchell's face, and that movement was unprecedentedly gentle.

[System prompt: Raider target Payne has a love value of +15, a regret degree of +20, a current love value of 50, and a regret degree of 20. 】

"The data has risen so much, this beating is not in vain." Wen Fei said while holding an apple in the system.

"Does it hurt, host?" Maoqiu asked curiously.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, I blocked part of the pain, and I can still bear it. If it wasn't for the sense of reality, I would block it all." Wen Fei bit the apple hard, "But once I hit it, my love value will increase. , does he have a tendency to shake S?"

"It feels a little bit." Fuqiu also touched an apple out of the fruit plate, hugged the apple with two front paws, and began to chew.

"He probably beat me like this to show others." Wen Fei watched Payne scrub his body, then got up and went out.

He asked the system to turn the camera to follow Payne.

Sure enough, when Payne went out, he went to the place where Sam was.

"Sam, I have educated the little wild cat who dared to scratch you. I believe he will never dare to do such unruly things in the future."

Sam twitched the corners of his mouth, obviously very unhappy: "Penn, you are very protective of him."

"I didn't teach him well, I apologize to my cousin."

"Okay, okay. Just let it go. Just don't let me see him again next time." Sam thought in his heart that he would definitely find a few angel slaves to vent his anger when he went back, and walked out with a wave of his hand.

Payne watched him leave with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"His eyes are so scary." Mao Qiu commented.

"He angered Payne." Wen Fei knew it with a glance.

"Why, because he was trying to force you?" Furball asked.

"No. Because he violated Payne's majesty." Wen Fei threw the apple core into the trash can and explained, "Paine is going to be the devil in the future. If he wants to inherit the throne, he needs to establish prestige. Sam is just him But Sam has no respect for him. One day he can touch his people, and tomorrow he can climb on top of his head and dominate. Penn will not allow this to happen, Sam is very happy. It's about to be unlucky."

"Oh." Maoqiu half understood.

"He likes me a little bit, although only a little bit." With a flick of Wen Fei's finger, a glass of red wine appeared in his hand.

He took a sip of the red wine, and his posture was more elegant than Payne's.

"Master host, how did you find out?" Maoqiu asked.

"Expression, demeanor, behavior, anything is fine." Wen Fei said, his face was full of a winning smile.

After Payne beat Mitchell up, he didn't see him much.

Every day, a maid comes to deliver medicine to Mitchell until he recovers from his injury.

Mitchell originally only dared to talk to Payne, but now that Payne is not coming back, he can't find anyone else he knows well, so he just becomes more and more silent.

It took some time for the situation to improve, and Penn was said to be ready to take the throne.

Penn began to return to the palace again, eating and lodging with him.

He leaves early and returns late, and Mitchell rarely finds an opportunity to communicate with him.

He seemed to have really become Payne's little servant, taking care of his daily life and taking care of his physical needs.

It's just that on this day, whether he is happy or not, only he knows.

On the day Payne took the throne, Mitchell still went out to watch.

He put on a black cloak, covering his wings.He stood in the crowd and watched Penn stand on the dais as his uncle crowned him.

The golden crown, inlaid with precious stones, is gorgeous and noble.

Payne looked down at his people, his eyes sweeping.

Mitchell tried to raise his face, trying to let him see himself.

However, Payne didn't notice him. After he looked around, he didn't look any more.

Mitchell felt a little lost.

After the coronation ceremony, Penn had to go to the banquet.

Mitchell watched him leave, and also sneaked back from behind the crowd.

Payne's father died in a coma, and Payne swore in front of his corpse that he would make the Murphy family pay with blood.

Payne is the new boss, and Mitchell is still the same Mitchell.

But what makes Mitchell a little happier is that he spent the night with him when he succeeded to the throne.

He did everything he could to please Payne, as if it had become one of his ways of proving his worth.

A few days later, when Mitchell passed the garden of the Demon Palace, he saw Payne walking towards him with a beautiful female demon.

He heard from the servant that the female demon was the young daughter of the Wood family and also a princess.

She is about to become Penn's fiancée.

Mitchell watched them walk side by side, shattering the crystal glass in shock.