Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

Song Yinzhi didn't know how he walked back to the room, and burst into tears like a fool on the way.

He understood the pain that life would be worse than death, but Feng Qi finally carried it alone.

For the sake of himself, he set foot in the forbidden area and bore a huge crime.

Feng Qi in his sleep frowned, his fingers trembled slightly from time to time, his complexion was as pale as paper, and there were bead-sized beads of sweat on his forehead.

Song Yinzhi held his hand, as if talking to himself, but also as if he was questioning Feng Qi:

"Why are you so stupid."

Although the sound was very small, it still woke Feng Qi up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Song Yinzhi was sitting by the bed, holding his hands, his cuffs were wet, and he was still wiping his eyes with his hands.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Who bullied you." Feng Qi reluctantly raised his hand and rubbed Song Yinzhi's face with his knuckles.

Song Yinzhi looked up in astonishment, and asked hoarsely, "Did I wake you up?"

Feng Qi chuckled and shook his head: "No, I just woke up because I wanted to see you so much."

Song Yinzhi smiled with tears in his eyes.

"I haven't said yet, why are you crying? Someone bullied you?"

Song Yinzhi nodded.

When Feng Qi heard this sentence, he immediately supported his body and stood up: "Who is it, you tell me."

Song Yinzhi looked at him with red eyes and red nose, like a small animal that has just been wronged.

"you."

"Nonsense, I've been lying on the bed."

"It's you, it's you, it's you. I practiced that strange sorcery. I thought my body was really healed, and I was still enjoying myself like something. If it weren't for what others said, I..."

As Song Yinzhi said, he couldn't control his emotions for a moment, and tears swirled in his eyes again.

Feng Qi stared at him curiously, and after a while he asked softly: "Why, is it because you love me?"

Song Yinzhi pursed his lips tightly, and tightly hooked his fingers into Feng Qi's hand. It seemed that a century had passed before he nodded slightly.

This time, Feng Qi was very useful.

Most of the time, he couldn't figure out Song Yinzhi's true thoughts, and he always felt that he was always in a state of indifference to him. From the very beginning, he was always the one who took the initiative.

In fact, I really want to ask "Do you really like me", but I am afraid that I will feel lost when I hear a negative answer, so I have been careful to avoid this question as much as possible, but it seems that today, I have already got it from him. exact answer.

"It's okay, be good. I said that it will be over in a few days, and I am strong and strong, so there is nothing to worry about." Feng Qi also raised his hand to wrap Song Yinzhi's shoulder and kissed him. At the corner of his mouth, "Don't be sad, you haven't eaten for several days, why don't you go to the kitchen to find something to eat?"

Song Yinzhi shook his head.

"What's the matter, are you still afraid of our monsters? Then I'll get it for you." Feng Qi barely supported his body, got out of bed and put on his shoes erratically.

Song Yinzhi quickly pressed him down: "I'm not hungry, don't be busy, just lie down and rest."

"How can you not be hungry?"

Song Yinzhi really laughed angrily at his words.

With his current appearance, he still has the mood to care whether others are hungry or not.

But on second thought——

No, I can't control my hopeless tears again.

"Feng Qi, Xiao Qiqi, Xiao Xueqiu, you need to get better soon, when you get better, we will go back to the world, I want to introduce you to my mother."

Feng Qi smiled bitterly: "Forget it, your mother is too scary, I've seen it before."

"I'm not afraid. I want to give you a title. I'm not afraid even if she hunts you down all over the city with a knife."

Perhaps compared to what Feng Qi has to face, his thoughts of worrying about family relationships are really too small, but this is already the maximum he can do.

Do you hear me clearly?

****

After a week-long pain of burning with a knife, Song Yinzhi's side finally succeeded in demonizing, the pain subsided, and Feng Qi also recovered.

Whether it was long or short, Feng Qi lay like this for a few days, his appetite lost, he didn't eat anything, and his body was getting thinner day by day.

Song Yinzhi timidly came to the kitchen, looked at the vicious monsters, even though he was terribly frightened, he still had the courage to ask:

"I want to borrow the kitchen, just for a while."

The leopard-headed monster glanced at him, raised the big knife in his hand, and said impatiently: "The kitchen is important, don't think that you are the master's secret and I can let you do whatever you want, hurry up!"

Song Yinzhi was so frightened by the rough sound that he backed away, but thinking of the sickly Feng Qi, he mustered up the courage to go forward again.

He didn't ask these monsters for permission anymore, he picked up the knife and cut vegetables on the chopping board like no one else.

"You still say you don't want to listen, right?" The leopard-headed monster snatched the kitchen knife and pointed the blade at Song Yinzhi's nose, "Get lost!"

Song Yinzhi ignored him, grabbed the kitchen knife and continued cutting vegetables.

"You!" The leopard-headed monster stared angrily.

"Forget it, let him go." The little rabbit demon on the side tugged weakly at the corner of the leopard's head, "Don't offend him, have you forgotten what happened to Master Feng? Although it was a fake death, but His vitality was severely injured, and he is still lying in the house, and it is said that he cannot see the wind."

The leopard head glared at Song Yinzhi, threw the knife, and walked out of the kitchen angrily.

Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, Abalone Porridge, Corn and Chicken, from noon to night, Song Yinzhi could be considered to have prepared this sumptuous meal.

And this big meal, besides celebrating Feng Qi's recovery, can also be regarded as cheering him on for tomorrow's Demon King Minju.

In fact, it is false to say that it is not nervous.

In the past month, Song Yinzhi originally planned to let Feng Qi go for a walk among the people, help the elderly cross the road, help the farmer's uncle grow rice, or visit the widowed old demon, so as to increase his popularity among the people, but the sky failed. , too many things have happened in the past month, Feng Qi has been spinning around because of himself, he doesn't have time to go out at all, the people haven't even seen him...

Looking at Feng Qi who was still fighting at night with the lights on, Song Yinzhi also felt indescribable.

He entered the room with a table of food, Feng Qi smelled it, and immediately rubbed his hands together pretending to be pleasantly surprised:

"Why is it so rich, did you prepare it, and my favorite shrimp dumpling!"

"Tomorrow is the election of the demon king. I'm cheering for you." Song Yinzhi smiled and helped him prepare the bowls and chopsticks, but he kept muttering in his heart.

Are you a public?Can I vote for him tomorrow?

"Your craftsmanship is still the same as before, I miss this taste so much." Feng Qi said vaguely with a large shrimp dumpling stuffed into his mouth.

"If you like, I can make it for you every day." Song Yinzhi put his hands on his cheeks and smiled softly.

"It's troublesome to do this, so forget it, just make it for me once in a while." After speaking, Feng Qi picked up a shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into Song Yinzhi's mouth, "Thank you, my darling."

Although he didn't say it, Song Yinzhi really felt that Feng Qi was nervous, otherwise he wouldn't have been tossing and turning on the bed unable to fall asleep.

Song Yinzhi approached him indiscriminately, hooked his little finger and shook it: "Why, can't you sleep?"

In the darkness, Feng Qi's inaudible sigh came, but he still insisted:

"Maybe, I slept too much during the day."

"Liar." Song Yinzhi buried his head in his arms, "Is it because of tomorrow's election that I can't sleep?"

Feng Qi smiled: "So you can see it."

"Normal, everyone understands that I couldn't sleep the day before I was elected monitor when I was young." Song Yinzhi closed his eyes, with a smile on his lips, "But you are different from me, I believe you can do it."

Feng Qi slowly took Song Yinzhi's hand back and held it tightly in his palm.

"Maybe in the entire demon world, you are the only one who thinks I can do it. I'm really afraid that there will be zero votes tomorrow."

"How is it possible, don't think about it."

"Really, everyone in the demon world knows that I am an ignorant, unruly and willful second-generation ancestor. How can any demon dare to entrust the future of the country to such a monarch."

Song Yinzhi shook his head: "You have worked very hard, at least for the past month. You may not be seen by others if you work hard for a while, but if you persevere, you will always find a direction that suits you."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Feng Qi's exquisite profile: "Do you really want to be the Demon King?"

Feng Qi was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I didn't think about it before, but I think about it now."

"Why?" Song Yinzhi tilted his head and asked in puzzlement.

"With identity, you have the power to negotiate with the fairy world."

"Negotiate with the fairy world? Do you mean with the gods?"

Feng Qi nodded.

"Why do you have to negotiate with them?"

"Secret." Feng Qi smiled mysteriously, turned around, and wrapped Song Yinzhi in his arms.

"But I never believe in gods." A sentence with dissatisfaction.

"Why, humans don't particularly like to repair temples for gods. The fairy temples I have seen are full of incense all year round."

"That's them." Song Yinzhi curled his lips, "Not for me, gods will not fulfill my wish."

Just like when I was a child, when my father was critically ill, I knelt in front of the window and prayed to the bright moon like a fool, hoping that my father would survive the operation tomorrow, but the ending did not go as expected.

"I like monsters more. Although monsters are often the embodiment of evil, at least they have fulfilled my wish." Song Yinzhi rubbed his small face against Feng Qi's shoulder, smiling sweetly.

Feng Qi lowered his head and asked curiously: "What is your wish?"

Song Yinzhi raised his hand, staring carefully at his long and thin fingers by the moonlight.

"Because my father left early and my mother was strict. Growing up in that environment, I have always been introverted, with low self-esteem, and I didn't even have a good friend. I have been alone for more than 20 years. When I was studying, I was alone. After class and after class, after work, I eat alone, go to and from work, and when I encounter troubles, there is no one to talk to, so seeking a confidant has become an obsession in my heart at some point." Song Yinzhi put down his hands and chuckled: "But later, you appeared. Although you came here with a purpose at first, at least now, I have felt your sincerity, so I prefer demons to so-called gods."

In fact, the combination of two people is really destined. They are all questions that have been confused before, and they have found definite answers in each other.

It was only at this time that Feng Qi suddenly realized that when he was courting Song Yinzhi, he would hold onto the book "Taken by Robbery" all day long, but now he finally understands that if he likes someone, he must seriously convey his heart to him, as long as he feels When it arrived, it was much easier to use than memorizing a chasing manual backwards.

And Song Yinzhi also firmly believed that no matter whether Feng Qi could win the title of Demon King in the end, he would follow him for the rest of his life.

****

Early the next morning, Song Yinzhi was awakened by a slight movement.

He opened his sleepy eyes and looked over, and saw Feng Qi was standing in front of the full-length mirror, seriously tied his waistband, tied up his long hair, and put on a delicate jade hairpin——

Song Yinzhi watched and asked hoarsely:

"what time is it."

"Six o'clock, don't be in a hurry, you can sleep for a while."

Song Yinzhi got up from the bed: "Why do you get up so early, isn't the election starting at ten o'clock?"

"Wake up early to be energetic." Feng Qi flicked his long hair, showing a charming smile, "Is today's dress still perfect?"

Song Yinzhi laughed out loud, jumped out of the bed with bare feet, jumped onto Feng Qi's body lightly, his two thin white legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and said with a smile: "It's not just perfect, it's almost impossible to use. verbal description."

Feng Qi was amused by him, and raised his hand to help him straighten his messy sleeping hair: "Then I'll get you breakfast, and you lie down for a while."

Song Yinzhi immediately jumped off him, dressed and washed in one go: "I don't, I want to go there with you."

Before nine o'clock, the outside of the Feng family's mansion was crowded with guests from all walks of life.

The content of the election is composed of three parts: representatives of the monsters and the administration, and the rest of the civil elections are counted by local officials, reported to the administration, and the final voting results are calculated in proportion. Accounted for 50.00%, the Authority accounted for 30.00%, while the ordinary people's election accounted for only 20.00%.

In other words, only 2.5 votes from ordinary people can catch up with [-] vote from nobles.

To put it bluntly, it is still convenient for the nobles.

"The first lady wants to give up Xian at such a young age? Are you planning to let go and find a comfortable place to live happily?" The nobles joked.

"You can really talk. I'm already hundreds of years old. I can't help it anymore. It's time for the younger generation to learn more about it." The mother-in-law covered her mouth and smiled, but her eyes were erratic.

Both Feng Chen and Feng Qi came here early, but Feng Qi still led Song Yinzhi who couldn't make it to the stage.

Seeing Song Yinzhi, one can't help but think of Feng Tangyi, and the first woman will not fight anywhere.

The scene between the two brothers Feng Qi and Feng Chen is also completely different.

On Feng Chen's side, almost all the nobles surrounded him to congratulate him, as if his becoming the Demon King was a certainty.

On the other hand, Feng Qi...

Only Song Yinzhi, who was insignificant and unable to play any role, stood.

Seeing this situation, Song Yinzhi felt embarrassed for Feng Qi.

He wanted to comfort Feng Qi, but his mouth was clumsy, and he couldn't utter a single word after holding it in for a long time.

The guests took their seats one by one, and the reporters from the news newspaper ran around the venue holding their cameras, and it really looked like that.

The host explained the voting rules and system on the stage, and used electronic counting to calculate the total number of votes, while the candidates had to retreat temporarily.

Listening to the sound of electronic vote counting from outside, Song Yinzhi's heart hung in the air.

The first thing to read is the votes of the management bureau. At the beginning, the vote rate is far apart. The big concept can only hear "Feng Qi" after seven or eight "Feng Chen".

Song Yinzhi had never felt so nervous before. He was even more nervous than when he was checking the results of the college entrance examination, so that his palms were covered with cold sweat.

As for Feng Qi, he just sat calmly on the side, tapping his fingers on the table.

In the end, the number of votes was obtained, the administration voted, Feng Chen: Feng Qi was 78:6

Then came the votes of the nobles, Song Yinzhi already knew the outcome without listening.

I just didn't expect that the number of votes would be so wide.

127:1

Even so, he was very grateful to the nobleman who voted for Feng Qi.

Even monsters know that Feng Chen is more capable than Feng Qi in doing things for others, and he is more favored by Feng Qi in terms of knowledge and military strength. I am afraid that if it is not because of his relationship with Feng Qi, he will also choose to vote for Feng Chen.

Song Yinzhi carefully glanced at Feng Qi, and slowly walked behind the curtain, showing half of his head, looking at the guests under the stage.

The first lady sat in the middle of the first row, her face was expressionless, and she couldn't see what she was thinking.

And the expressions of the other guests are very interesting, they look confident.

"Now count the votes from ordinary people." The host said emotionally.

Sitting in the front row at the bottom, a potbellied donkey-head monster laughed like a duck, opening his mouth in a provocative tone:

"Don't waste everyone's time, okay? Isn't this the obvious answer? How many people do you think will vote for Feng Qi, that useless...kid, stop joking."

Mother Feng glanced at him from the side, and clenched her fingers secretly.

"Well, the election follows the principle of fairness and justice, and open voting is still required." The host wiped off his cold sweat and laughed extremely awkwardly.

The donkey-headed demon spread his hands and said disdainfully: "Forget it, we are very busy."

"You don't have to come if you're so busy. No one forces you to come, and you can also invalidate your vote."

With a sudden sound, all the demons looked at it together.

Then, from behind the curtain, a dazed boy popped out of nowhere.

The donkey-headed demon pulled out the cigarette in his big mouth and threw it on the ground: "Where is this idiot? Isn't there even a security guard for such an important election?"

"The security guards are in charge of you, an unruly donkey, not me." Song Yinzhi couldn't suppress the evil fire when he heard him belittle Feng Qi so openly, even if there were nobles from the demon world in the audience, even if He was really scared and couldn't swallow this breath.

"What are you doing! What kind of place is this!" The monsters in the audience stood up and cursed passionately.

"Yinzhi." Just when Song Yinzhi was about to say something to refute, Feng Qi rushed to stop him in time.

"Hey, he said what he said, don't pay attention to him, let's sit and rest at the back first, the election is not over yet, we'll talk about it later." Feng Qi's voice was very gentle, with a hint of confusion, just one sentence, Song Yinzhi obediently followed He went backstage.

Wronged, really wronged, I don't want others to say anything bad about Feng Qi.

Song Yinzhi wiped his eyes and turned his head away.

Feng Qi smiled helplessly, cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to look at himself, and then said seriously:

"I'm really happy that you care so much about me. No matter what the result is, I admit it. As long as I can stay with you forever, nothing else matters."

The more Song Yinzhi heard what he said, the more he felt aggrieved, he threw himself into Feng Qi's arms, tears wet the front of his shirt.

Feng Qi was stunned for a moment, then patted Song Yinzhi's back lightly like coaxing a child:

"Hey, I'm okay, it's really okay, don't be sad."

Feng Chen sat on the side, looked at the two people who were full of affection, sneered disdainfully, turned his head away and didn't want to look at them again.

At this moment, an electronic voice sounded from the front desk: "The following will read the general statistics of the civil vote."

Song Yinzhi raised his head slowly, followed the sound with his red eyes.

The heart is like stagnant water.

Because he knows that endings are often unsatisfactory.

Feng Qi smiled and patted Song Yinzhi's head: "Shall we go?"

Song Yinzhi was stunned for a moment, and then asked back, "Why did you leave?"

"Because I feel bored and want to go out for a walk, will you accompany me?"

Song Yinzhi's pupils trembled slightly, and he felt like a stick in his throat, but he still nodded obediently.

"Didi——Feng Chen, the folks accounted for a total of 1 votes."

"Let's go." Feng Qi took Song Yinzhi's hand.

"Didi—Feng Qi, the percentage of votes among the people—"

The door opened, and it was still dark outside, with gorgeous lights like pillars, but even in the face of such a beautiful scenery, Song Yinzhi didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

He even wanted to cover his ears, he didn't want to hear about Feng Qi's vote rate.

The toes stepped over the threshold, crushing the stars all over the floor.

"A total of 13 votes."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Song Yinzhi's feet stopped suddenly, he turned his head slowly, and asked in disbelief:

"Did I listen to an extra 13?"

Then, the electronic tone sounded again:

"According to the ratio calculation, Feng Chen finally got 2512.9 votes."

"Feng Qi, finally got 27138 votes."

The author has something to say: the countdown to the end la la la~