Everyone wants to kill me [demon]

"I'm Izawa who just moved downstairs, I'm really...excuse me." Izawa took two steps forward and put the box in his hand on the table, "A little refreshment made by myself, a small gift, can be regarded as... Visiting?" Izawa smiled.

"Thank you." An Cheng straightened his sitting posture and bent slightly, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Please sit down."

Izawa hurriedly waved his hands: "I'm the one who disturbed you."

The little snake lying on the pillow seemed to be attracted, dragged its body tied into a bow tie with bandages, raised its head slightly, and slowly turned to Izawa with a message, confirming the direction.

An Cheng, who had been paying attention to the little snake, noticed it the moment it moved, stretched out his index finger to rub against its chin, and said with a smile: "It seems that it likes you quite a bit."

Izawa avoided looking at Xiao Snake, not daring to look at Xiao Snake, with a little embarrassment, he pushed his eyes: "It's not necessarily because I like it... Maybe it's disgust, or maybe it's racial instinct, I... ...is a rat demon, so...it attracts it."

"Natural enemies attract each other? There is often such a phenomenon in the monster clan," An Cheng suddenly realized, and automatically ignored the other option, "I was stuck when I first saw it, so it seems... my prototype will Could it also be a rat demon?"

"What do you care about this, anyway, you can't become a monster." Xing Tian has already moved to the dining table and started to unpack the package sent by Izawa.

Just as Ancheng wanted to stop it, Xingtian had already opened it first, so Ancheng had no choice but to change his mouth and said: "It didn't work in the previous life, but it doesn't mean there is no hope in this life."

"This...this is..."

When the box is opened, the seductive sweet fragrance disperses along with the dense white mist. It is not greasy, but has a freshness, which makes you feel refreshed when you smell it.

Ancheng stretched his neck, and his movements pulled the wound on his chest, which made him grunt. He sat down obediently covering his chest, and looked at Izawa with bright eyes: "Is this the smell of ice lotus? Because the guardian of the ice snake clan , Binglian is not easy to find."

Izawa was pleasantly surprised: "Yes! Does Ancheng-sama also like making pastries?"

"You know me?" An Cheng was surprised.

"Because of race, I took some thought when choosing the address. After all, I still want to be neighbors with the monster I like. I heard that you and the golden mouse are close friends, so... I hope I didn't bother you." Izawa said Sorry to bow slightly.

"You are too polite," An Cheng felt a little helpless, "Wherever you live is your freedom, why bother with those gossips."

"Even so, after all, I still want to live happily."

Thinking of Jinshu's frequent complaints about being thrown mud at his house, An Cheng felt helpless and at the same time understood.

Xing Tian's mouth was full of pastries, and he could not speak clearly: "Don't look at this guy who is often injured all over his body. He used to want to be a pastry chef." After eating other people's pastries, Xing Tian finally had a conscience. He poured a glass of white water for Izawa.

"Really? Master Ancheng will definitely become an excellent pastry chef. There is an adult I knew before, who is very similar to Master Ancheng. Not only is he good at making pastries, he is also very good at gardening and tea art. He is a very gentle person." Izawa slightly Downcast eyes, long eyelashes cast a shadow, as if caught in memory.

Hearing Izawa's evaluation of himself, Ancheng couldn't help but smiled and shook his head: "Speaking of gentleness, I should describe you, but it's hard for me to use this word to describe it. It should be great to have such a friend. I hope to have the opportunity to able to get acquainted."

Izawa looked at Ancheng and smiled: "I'm ashamed, I'm not friends with that lord, and he's been dead for many years..."

"Feel sorry……"

"Speaking of which, you also made cakes in your previous life." Xing Tian clapped his hands after eating the cakes, "I'm not familiar with anyone in the demon world, I only ate them once, and the taste is really good."

"It's really a pity for the pastry you ate." An Cheng took a bite of the pastry that Xing Tian handed over, without forgetting to say something.

Xing Tian took another big bite of a pastry shaped like a white lotus flower with a green top and a white bottom, and got up and walked around the two of them twice: "Speaking of which...you in your previous life were really similar to Izawa, and your craftsmanship was as good. Also, in your previous life You speak in the same way, dress like this... It feels almost the same, you don't like me, so you don't have much relationship, well, it seems that you have made some progress in this life!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ancheng angrily opened Xing Tian's cattail fan hand that patted his shoulder, and coughed twice while covering his chest.

"The relationship between the two is really good. It is my honor to be similar to Mr. Ancheng in the previous life. I hope that I can get closer to Mr. Ancheng in the future." Izawa smiled helplessly at Xingtian and stood up as he said, "I am sorry to bother you today, I wish Mr. Ancheng Get well soon, and when you pack up, come and invite Mr. Ancheng to be your guest."

Izawa did what he said, and sent out invitations not long after, the paper kind...

Izawa's house is just like his people, antique but not old-fashioned, elegant and bookish.

The bookshelves on the wall are filled with all kinds of ancient or modern books. Izawa is like a monster who lived thousands of years ago. Even an invitation for afternoon tea is quite delicate and formal.

The two-story building that Ancheng lives in is a bit special. It may have been the residence of the rich decades ago. There is a small courtyard on the first floor. Due to poor lighting, the downstairs has been used as a utility room.

When Ancheng entered the yard for the first time, he almost didn't recognize him. The walls were decorated with wooden strips, and shade-loving vines were wrapped around them. There were various flowerpots placed in places where the sun shines. The small swing in the corner was wrapped with green leaves. The tables and chairs are cool.

The whole space is full of intimacy. Ancheng feels that if he arranges it by himself, he must have the same idea, but it will not be as perfect as Izawa.

The green tea exudes a faint demonic power, blowing the floating tea leaves, An Cheng took a sip, and couldn't help sighing comfortably: "It's really rare to be able to drink tea with pure demonic power in this era."

Izawa opened a small egg, put it in front of the little snake with the egg holder, and said softly, "Eat slowly, this monster has a lot of power."

The little snake looked up at Izawa with a flash of confusion, and a smile appeared on Izawa's face, and he rubbed it with his fingers.

Xinzi licked and stroked his fingers, and the little snake regained its clarity, and started to work hard with its head buried in the egg liquid.

The smile on Izawa's face froze for a moment, his fingers brushed the place where the little snake had licked, and when he raised his head, his face had returned to normal.

"This is the monster beast, you spoil it too much, now I think it will get closer to you." An Cheng laughed, feeling uncomfortable for some reason, but he couldn't find the reason after thinking about it.

"Young demons already need energy." Izawa smiled, "Because I have a trace of treasure hunting ability, I can find these, otherwise I have no other way."

The little snake ate very slowly, and when he fell asleep after eating, it was already dark.

Anjo talked a lot with Izawa, from tea baking to flowers and fruits, Izawa seemed to be proficient in everything Anjo wanted to do but didn't have the energy to do.

Izawa's voice was very gentle, and the slightly slow speed made people sound very comfortable. When it was time to say goodbye, Ancheng was a little bit reluctant.

"Tomorrow, let's drink tea again." Izawa seemed very satisfied with such a friend, and invited him.

"I have to work tomorrow." Ancheng said regretfully, "It's time to maintain the barrier."

"That's okay, it's fine next time," Izawa said with a smile, "If we had known each other earlier, maybe we would be close friends now, what a pity, this is what human beings say... it's too late to meet each other. "

"It's not too late now," An Cheng said with a smile, "I'm only in my 20s this year. The one I met a few years ago is probably from my previous life. It's good to be a close friend now."

"What I'm talking about is that you are different from your previous life." Izawa looked at the blooming flowers in the corner, the bewitching bright red was a little too eye-catching.

The next day, Ancheng tugged helplessly at the little snake that had grown a long way and was still clinging to his wrist.

One circle can be a jade bracelet, so what is it if you circle it several times?He is not a woman, so he should wear any jewelry properly.

"Today, I'm going to work. You can't get in that place, do you understand?" No. 30 pulled the little snake down several times, An Cheng lay on the bed with eyes level with the little snake, and said seriously.

The little snake spat out the letter, looked at the face stretched out in front of him, and curled up on An Cheng's neck in a gentle manner.

This demon with a good smell originally liked to be trapped here, satisfying the wayward prey once, and it was always trapped.

An Cheng straightened up, wearing a green scarf with a cooling effect, physically and mentally exhausted.

"Don't blame me if you fall to the ground." An Cheng dropped a sentence, drew the door with his hands, and stabilized it for a few minutes before stepping in.

Thinking of how the snake fell to the ground and couldn't find him, An Cheng suddenly wanted to laugh wickedly.

Conscientiously filling up the cracks, Ancheng realized why his neck was still chilly after exercising for so long?

Stretching out his hand to touch it, An Cheng realized that he was still wearing his scarf...

An Cheng stretched out his hand and poked the snake's head that stretched in front of his eyes: "So you are really of the blood of the God Race? Why can't other descendants of the God Race come in? Or... are you the reincarnation of a certain minister?"

hiss--

The red letter hesitated, the little snake's usually unfocused eyes slowly focused, the red eyeballs became brighter and redder, and the submissiveness in his bones made him want to obey the orders in his mind.

"kill him!"

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Jiang Zidi Izawa must not be a passerby-(￢?￢)σ