flower and big devil

Hell.

Luo Xiu thought to himself expressionlessly.

He raised his waist slightly, and pulled himself away from the man. Hearing the muffled groan of the man who was holding him, he stretched out his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and lowered his head to the man whose back was facing the mirror and couldn't see anything. The missing man said, "Guess what I saw in the mirror?"

"What?" Uzrock raised his head slightly, and looked at the black-haired young man kneeling between his legs in a daze. After a while, he seemed to remember that he was not used to raising his head to see Seeing the posture of others, he dragged the black-haired young man into his arms. At the same time, he turned around and glanced at the mirror, "...what did you see in the mirror?"

"A person who looks like me, but I think it's not me is having sex with you."

"...Oh," Uzrock nodded calmly, then stretched out his hand and carefully brushed away some of the black hair stuck to the forehead of the black-haired young man due to sweat, and asked with a smile, "Is it comfortable?"

When Luo Xiu was asked so abruptly, his brain didn't turn around all of a sudden, and he blinked and asked subconsciously: "What did you say?"

Probably because the expression on the face of the black-haired young man at this moment seemed a little too dazed, so Uzrok repeated his own question in a good temper: "Being with me, doing that kind of thing, comfortable Is it?"

Luo Xiu opened his mouth, and found that this question was a bit difficult to answer - after getting along these days, he already knew a little bit about the man in front of him, most of the time he was easy to talk to, but occasionally, he would also do something quite absurd And of course doing such absurd behavior while holding up the "for your own good" sign...

So if Luo Xiu said he was comfortable right now, maybe Uzrock would seize the opportunity and make him "comfortable" every day.

But if you say it's uncomfortable... First, it's wrong to lie; second, facing such a face, it's really difficult to say a negative answer... Well, whoever tries will know.

So after waiting for Uzrock's overly handsome face to stare for a while, Luo Xiu chose to skip this topic decisively, insisting on being the leader of the current conversation instead of being led around the world—so he He stretched out his hand to pinch Uzrock's face and pulled it aside, watching with satisfaction that the handsome face was stretched out of shape by himself, the phoenix eyes became even more phoenix eyes, and he was the first to say that he obviously hadn't realized that he was being being pulled. The man who attacked said: "I'm talking about the mirror with you. It's fine if you don't answer it. What's the matter if you start a topic yourself?"

When his face was pinched, Uzrok was stunned for a moment.

It took a few seconds for him to realize that his face hurt a little from being pinched.

...The mortal body really hurts.

The man guessed that there must be a few red fingerprints on his face at this moment - if he decides to walk out with these fingerprints, then he can be on the headlines of tomorrow's "Hell Evening News"... After all, since he owns From the beginning of memory, he was the high-ranking Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven, and he always looked down at anyone, so of course, in the part he classified as "natural common sense", of course, this item was also included: look at heaven, hell No matter how many years ago or how many years, no one dared to touch his... flowery face.

The last person who dared to blast magic in his face has been crippled by him so that there is not even a residue left.

Uzrok seemed a little dazed to think that when he summed up his "natural common sense" project, he didn't take such a space as "human world" into consideration, so now there was an unplanned situation, and the man Time can't reflect how to deal with it, but he is very sure of one thing: now that he is pinched by the black-haired young man, he finds that he is not very angry unexpectedly.

I don't know if it's because of staying in the human world for so long that the hands-on habit of human beings infected him, or because of some other reason, he silently allowed his behavior.

He even let the other party pinch his face almost indulgently and played for a while, then raised his hand to pinch the other party's wrist that was so fragile that he could probably break it by moving his little finger, and took his hand from his face. After getting down, the man heard himself comforting himself in a good-natured tone that surprised even himself: "I was just answering your question, you were talking about the mirror before, right?"

Luo Xiu nodded silently.

"Well, that's right, that's what I said, why are you so irritable?"

Uzrok felt that even if he wanted to enter heaven at this moment, no one would dare to stop him—he hadn't been as talkative as he is now for a long, long time.

...Of course, this may also have something to do with the fact that men who have just eaten and drank are easy to talk to.

But there are still surprises in the world.

Some people are still irritable even after eating and drinking enough.

For example, the black-haired young man sitting between his legs at this moment is a typical representative. At this moment, his eyebrows were raised high, and his tone was raised dangerously: "I said I saw strange things in the mirror. Things are gone, you ask me if I am comfortable doing it... Can you sort out the logical relationship here for me?"

"Oh," the man nodded, looked at this face so close, couldn't help leaning in and kissed it quickly, and at the same time lowered his voice and said vaguely, "I just want to say, are you Doing so much that you hallucinate?"

"..."

In Uzrock's expectation—at this time—under such a warm atmosphere, the black-haired young man should nod meekly and then take the initiative to come over and say something to praise him for being "very capable". Better yet, they'll probably do it again—

It's a pity that after the plump ideals, the skinny reality must be ushered in.

After hearing Uzrock's words, Luo Xiu looked at him silently for a while, and after realizing that the man was not going to say the saving line "I'm kidding", he turned around decisively, pulled a pillow, and smashed it hard. on his face, then grabbed the quilt viciously and wrapped it around his body, and rushed to the bathroom with angry steps,

The door of the bathroom was slammed shut with a loud bang, and even the crystal chandelier on the ceiling trembled slightly.

That night, His Majesty the Demon King's flowery face was attacked twice.

The next day, when he told the matter to Hongmao who was sitting swaggeringly in his office with an inquiring attitude, he was mercilessly ridiculed by his subordinates again.

"You are too confident in your skills, Your Majesty." Mammon smoked a cigarette, narrowing his eyes slightly amidst the smoke, and said in a vague voice.

"It's not a matter of self-confidence," the man sitting behind the office touched his index fingers and put them on his chest. When he was speaking, his waist was straight and his eyes were deep, which made him look quite serious, "Because this It's a fact, people who want to sleep in my bed can still line up from the Temple of Demons to Yuandongtian."

"..." Mamen looked like she wanted to refute the man with her cigarette butt in her mouth, but after trying to figure it out for a long time, he couldn't find a starting point to refute, so after thinking about it, he said, "Another one It's very offensive to show off your technology in front of a male creature."

The man turned his head and asked seriously: "Do you feel offended now?"

Mamen was puzzled, and subconsciously blurted out: "No."

The man showed a dazed expression, then nodded.

The red hair stared at the man's expression for a while, feeling that something was wrong, until the suffocating silence lasted for a full five seconds, then he removed the tobacco dangling from his lips, and said with a headache expression: " I don't mean that - of course I'm a fucking male creature, I mean, my dad is the one who obeys down there, you should be more concerned about his feelings, unless you let him come back up to the ass to bloom, Otherwise, it’s best not to show off your skills casually.”

"Watch your words."

"...Aren't we discussing a problem?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you can ignore your words," the man sitting behind the desk said persistently, but when Mammon raised her head to look at him vigilantly, she was surprised to find that the man looked upside down. It's not that he wants to take responsibility for anyone. On the contrary, he looks like he is thinking about a problem. At this moment, he just fixed his eyes on a corner of the office, paused, and then seemed a little erratic to continue said, "But I feel like I kind of understand the relationship between—"

"Haven't you ever dated another man before?"

"Had once or twice when I was young."

"Showing off afterwards? ... Although even then it's unlikely they'd throw a pillow in your face."

"Leave after finishing. How could you stay and talk to them? Do you think I'm idle?"

"..."

The red-haired young man sitting on the sofa was silent, smoking his cigarette with restraint, while thinking blankly: This tone of wanting to ask others for advice and not being beaten, if it wasn’t because you are Lucifer’s courage and not fat enough , your mother has been tricked by me so much that I can't find you.

Mammon didn't speak, which caused a moment of silence in the man's office.At this moment, the man was sitting at the table, still maintaining the same posture as before, just frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking... The red-haired young man looked much more lazy in comparison, he relaxed and leaned on the table. On the huge soft sofa, one hand is holding the cigarette butt, and the other hand is flicking the small hand-crafted abacus of high purity precious metal hanging on his waist.

He spent a few minutes thinking about whether to speak his own words. Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a sentence from the man sitting behind the desk: "If you want to say something, just say it."

Mamen was startled, a piece of cigarette ash fell on his finger, he didn't care about burning it, but just slightly widened his eyes: "...Do you use mind reading skills?"

The man turned his head and glanced at him expressionlessly: "It's all written on your face."

Mamen flicked the cigarette butt in his hand into the exquisite ashtray at hand, with a vigilant expression on his face: "...I have already passed the age of guardianship, if you use mind reading skills on me casually, I might go to the secretary I'll tell you there."

"I make the laws, what are you going to sue me for?" The man said disapprovingly, "Say what you want to say, and get out if you don't."

"...I want to say," Mammon dragged his tone, and moved his buttocks on the sofa as he spoke, trying to release his anxiety. He licked the canine teeth hidden under his lips , I was a little nervous and glanced at the man, finally gritted my teeth, and said as if I had made up my mind, "What I want to say is, Your Majesty, do you think you care too much?"

The man frowned: "What do you mean?"

"... I don't know when it started, you seem to be a little restrained. First, you stopped me in the basement from taking Dad back to hell, and you were just one step away. Then, you deliberately revealed it to him through the door in the palace. , Let him take the initiative to leave the dream and return to reality, originally, we were all prepared to take him away directly in the dream." Mamen said, "...As a result, you have been acting as a shit-stirring yourself in a very contradictory way—hmm , self-harm, and then came up with the absurd idea of ​​waiting for my dad's human body to die naturally before recycling him..."

"I just don't want him to be mad at me when he wakes up."

"...The problem is, he doesn't necessarily remember what happened to him in the human world. Maybe the memories of being a human and being a demon are completely separated. It doesn't seem difficult to clear these memories, right?"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Mammon took a deep breath, and said with a death-defying face, "Your Majesty, the way you are seriously preparing to have a relationship with a human being is a bit scary."

"..."

The man sitting behind the desk froze slightly.

He turned his head and glanced at the red hair with strange eyes.

When he spoke again, even he himself felt a little uncertain in that tone: "We all know they are one person."

"Before the memory was restored, it probably wasn't like this for Luo Xiu. Now he just thinks that he is an ordinary human being, and you are a very normal cardinal. You are in a romantic relationship, it's as simple as that. "Mamen stood up, put away the sloppy expression on his face, and rarely said seriously, "Your Majesty, you know the situation of the fifth prison, and you know the situation of Luo Xiu, but you still don't want to cut the mess quickly. solve……"

Mammon couldn't finish speaking.

Because he saw the expression on his boss's face at this moment.

Usually, if nothing else, it probably symbolizes the meaning of "you can shut up now".

The red-haired young man stared at his boss, and after a while, he bowed slightly, ready to leave the scene.

But at the same time when his hand touched the doorknob, he heard his boss's voice behind him—it was the almost indifferent tone that Mammon was very familiar with.

"You think too much. If you take away the reason of Samael, I will never be interested in a human being. I think all of you know that I hate human beings the most."

There was even an undisguised sarcasm in his tone.

"..."

Mammon was speechless for a while.

He opened the door in front of him a crack, and then slid out like a fish.

He slammed the door shut.

Standing in the empty corridor, there was a gust of wind blowing from nowhere, the red-haired young man sniffed his nose, and felt that he smelled something, but it was quickly ignored by him as if it were an illusion, and he was followed by Another gust of cool wind blew and shivered slightly, gathered the clothes on his body and wanted to leave directly, but before he took a step, he abruptly took back his steps.

He turned around and stared blankly at the relief on the gorgeous and heavy door for a long time. After a while, he lowered his volume and spoke to the tightly closed door with a voice as if talking to himself. doorway—

"May it be as you say, my lord."