It's really hard to be a scumbag

McMillan's demeanor was low.

After coming out of the castle, his face was so ugly.

Looking at him like this, Jiang Jiang always felt that the other party would be a bit like finding out that he didn't bring an umbrella on a rainy day, or that he found out that he didn't have a key after taking two steps outside.

All in all it was gloomy.

Jiang Jiang gnawed on his snacks, thinking that he was also the protagonist's scum of fate, and the other party's current boss, so he took the time to care.

- finally got a forced smile, and it's all right for this answer.

Jiang Jiang naturally wouldn't believe it, but before he could think about the reason for McMillan's displeasure, Suskel, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said, "Jiang Jiang, do you want to play a game?"

Jiang Jiang's thoughts were immediately pulled away: "What game?"

Suskel introduced it to him with a smile, and seeing that he didn't understand, he even taught him how to play.

Jiang Jiang was bored in the carriage, and seeing something interesting, he immediately started playing with Suskel, because he had so much fun that he completely forgot about the silent Macmillan in a daze.

He had a great time playing, and finally had to stop because he was in a nearby town.

Seeing the boy's reluctance, Suskel raised his lips. He ignored McMillan on the other side, pinched the boy's cheek and began to coax people.

After getting Suskel's promise that he would play with him in the future, Jiang Jiang calmed down his addiction to the game and entered the town with them.

The facilities in the town are simple, with a basic weapon shop, armor shop, dormitory, etc., as well as a church that believes in the goddess of the night.

After they got off the carriage, they wandered around and entered the church.

The church is the most splendid and exquisite hall in the town, and you can see the statue of the goddess of the night as soon as you enter.Unlike the meeting in the Holy See of Light, Jiang Jiang could clearly see the gentle eyebrows of the Goddess of the Night.

However, even if he could see it, Jiang Jiang didn't feel the spirit of the God of Light from the statue of the night god, as if the statue in front of him was really a cold statue.

Jiang Jiang had doubts in his heart, so he suppressed it, planning to ask the God of Light later when he had time.

After receiving free blessings from the pastor of the church, the three of them left the church.

It was getting late at this time, several people discussed and planned to live in the dormitory in the small town.

Because of the small population base of the town, when the three of them went to live in the house, they easily got three vacant rooms.

Jiang Jiang lived in the middle room, and the other two were next door.

After saying goodnight to each other, Jiang Jiang opened the door and went in.

The environment in the room is not bad, Jiang Jiang is not that picky person, so I think this is good.

However, when he heard the knock on the door and opened the door, McMillan frowned as soon as he entered: "It's really aggrieved to let you live in such a room, otherwise, why don't you go back to the carriage to rest tonight?"

"Always get tired of being in the carriage." Jiang Jiang said helplessly: "And McMillan, we didn't come out to play. Only by going to various places can we have more opportunities to meet strong people. The Duke Arnold next door is not Is that how it happened?"

Macmillan pursed his lips.

After listening to Jiang Jiang's words, he was silent for a while.

After Jiang Jiang was wondering if he had said something wrong, the other party slowly said, "You, why did you let Duke Arnold join our team?"

Jiang Jiang blinked, and said innocently: "Because he is very strong."

"Is it just because he is strong?" McMillan looked a little uneasy, he hesitated for a while, and said with difficulty: "Are you also because of Duke Arnold's appearance?"

???

How fat four.

Is he the kind of person who looks at his face!

Jiang Jiang deeply felt that his character was being questioned by the protagonist, and immediately said angrily: "Of course not, he is not as good-looking as you!"

After being so fierce by him, McMillan's expression became stiff.

"Am I wrong?" Jiang Jiang put his hips on his hips, and said as a matter of course: "If you want to say that you look good, you are obviously more handsome, and you are tall and have long legs-"

Jiang Jiang didn't finish the rest of the sentence, because McMillan in front of him suddenly took several steps back.

Not only that, but he also turned his face away, faltering for a long time, not daring to look at Jiang Jiang at all.

Jiang Jiang raised his eyebrows.

He knew it - no one can resist rainbow farts!

Even if this person is the main character.

Jiang Jiang suppressed a smile, and continued to speak solemnly: "Who can compare to Mr. Cavalier in appearance? I'm used to seeing you, so why would you come to other teammates as a request because of your appearance?"

The protagonist who was molested by him seemed to be steamed all over the place. From his cheeks and ears to red to his neck, he pursed his lips tightly, and finally turned around suddenly as if he couldn't bear it: "It's getting late, Go to bed early, I won't bother you anymore."

He opened the door and went out, looking extremely embarrassed.

Jiang Jiang held back for a long time, and now he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He was overjoyed, and went forward to close the door that McMillan had forgotten to close in a panic.

When he turned around, his smile froze on his face.

In front of him, the originally closed window was wide open at this time, and the smiling Suskel just squatted on the window edge, his gaze fell directly on him.

The smile on Jiang Jiang's face gradually disappeared.

Contrary to him, the smile on Suskel's face got deeper and deeper: "Why don't you smile, I like to see you smile, it's very cute."

Jiang Jiang swallowed hard, and forced a standard smile.

In the end, it was okay if he didn't smile. With such a smile, Suskel's face suddenly turned cold: "It's so happy to see him, but you can't even smile when you see me?"

He walked in lightly from the window and walked towards Jiang Jiang step by step.

There is a door behind Jiang Jiang, there is no way to retreat and he can only weakly say: "I, I am just tired from laughing, you let me take a slow rest, after the rest, I promise that I can laugh very happily!"

Suskel walked up to him, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "No need, don't force yourself if you can't laugh."

His tone was flat, and Jiang Jiang was terrified when he heard it. He was about to continue explaining, when the demon in front of him continued casually: "Also, instead of wasting time watching your performance, it's better to do something serious."

Jiang Jiang was taken aback, "What's the business? What business do we have to do?"

"What do you think?" Suskel raised his lips: "We are friends who help each other, and the business to do is naturally what good friends do."

McMillan hadn't slept well all night.

What he thought over and over again were His Highness the Holy Son's words, and the other party's crisp and sweet words lingered in his ears, and he could even hear them in his dreams.

After tossing and turning for a while, he simply sat up and stood outside the other party's door just like he did a few days ago.

The smile on the corner of his lips could not be suppressed at all, and his eyes were fixed on the door in front of him.

As long as he wants the person he likes to sleep obediently and soundly in the room at this moment, he can't restrain his heart from burning hot, and he can't wait to break into the door and hug him tightly.

But after all, he just thought about it and didn't take half a step forward.

Because he knew very well that although the Holy Son had praised his bravery and fearlessness, he had praised his appearance.But this does not represent the Son's affection for him, as he does for the Son.

To the other side, he is just a knight.

McMillan's eyes lowered, but soon he cheered up again.

He stared fixedly at the room in front of him and stood there for the whole night.

After the time passed in the middle of the night, he quietly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and prepared to practice swordsmanship diligently during the rest of the time.

Because only when he becomes stronger, is he more qualified to contact the Guardian Son, and has a better chance of being gradually liked by the Son.

As long as he thought of this, McMillan's heart couldn't stop being warm.

However, before he could turn around and leave, he heard the door of the room next to the Holy Son open.

That should be the room of the Demon Duke.

He looked up, and sure enough, he saw Duke Arnold leaning against the door.

The other party's clothes were loose, revealing a large neckline, so that he could see the red marks and teeth marks on the other party's neck at a glance.

Duke Arnold's face was still satisfied, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Are you going out?"

Macmillan frowned, and he nodded.

As a knight, he has always observed noble character, including loyalty to his future lover.

So he didn't have a good impression of Duke Arnold's promiscuous person at all. If it wasn't for the strength of the other party and being invited by the Holy Son to join the team, he would not have contacted him at all.

This will smell the smell that has not dissipated from the other party's body, and his brows are frowned even tighter.

Duke Arnold didn't seem to notice his discomfort, but chuckled and said, "If you go out, bring me some plaster. I was scratched too hard by the little wild cat just now, and my back will still hurt a little."

McMillan didn't react at first.

After he understood, disgust quickly flashed across his eyes, and he said bluntly: "Duke Arnold, you are a high-ranking demon, and ordinary injuries won't work on you."

"But this is not an ordinary injury." Duke Arnold said meaningfully: "You should know that the creatures of the night are also subject to mutual restraint."

Macmillan certainly knows that night and light are the most restrained from each other.

From this point of view, the person Duke Arnold dated at night was a believer in light.

How could believers of light and the Duke of the Night do such dirty things?

Macmillan's face turned cold.

He was angry at the depravity of this light believer, and he hated Duke Arnold more and more.

So bring plaster, don't even think about it!

He said mercilessly: "I'm very sorry, Duke Arnold, I went out to practice swordsmanship, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Duke Arnold pursed his lips in the dark, and he said in a very good temper: "Well, let's forget it. Anyway, this little pain is nothing to me. Speaking of it, if I didn't bully too hard, little Milk cats are not so fierce."

His tone became slightly distressed: "I don't know that he won't be able to get up tomorrow morning. If I had known it would be so out of control, I should have been more gentle."

McMillan's face was stiff. Hearing these words, he felt that his holiness would be tarnished.

Seeing that Duke Arnold continued to talk with great interest, he frowned and interrupted: "I don't think these things should have anything to do with me, so you don't have to tell me."

"How could it have nothing to do with you." Duke Arnold smiled deeper: "He is so cute on the bed, you should listen carefully."

McMillan's face turned dark. He was concerned about the Holy Son who was sleeping peacefully in the room, so he suppressed his anger and said coldly, "I'm going first, please go ahead."

After he finished speaking, he left without hesitation.

Therefore, I didn't see Suskel's smile getting bigger and bigger behind me.

"You should really listen to it." Suskel narrowed his eyes, his handsome face was full of joy: "After all, you can't even touch it."