The whole world wants to be sucked by him

**

Since then, Mei Li has rearranged the priorities in her heart: little devil = tyrant > others.

Although His Highness is not related to His Majesty, this does not prevent Mei Li from privately making up a shocking story about the relationship between the little devil and the tyrant, the last bloodline of the tyrant in the royal family epic.

The reason why she was so sure about the connection between the tyrant and His Highness, for example, at least a distant relative, was because at such a young age, His Highness showed something special that was different from other children.

Especially toss people.

When the dishes he had eaten before appeared on the dinner table for the second time, no matter what the little devil said, he would not move his chopsticks again.

He will also make a small expression of disgust, as if it was his other twin brother who was full of praise a few days ago.

Mei Li thought it was okay at first, after all, it is understandable that delicate children have some bad habits of picky eaters.

But after a few weeks, she couldn't take it anymore.

After getting up at two o'clock in the afternoon (equivalent to two o'clock in the morning for human beings), and still unable to think of new dishes, Mei Li finally made a table of dishes that the little devil had eaten before.

The little devil with fluffy fur immediately dropped his chopsticks and issued three consecutive rejections: "I don't want it, I don't want to eat it, I have no appetite."

Mei Li received the cold swishing eyes from the tyrant, wanting to cry without tears.

Obviously before, His Highness sweetly said that Sister Mei Li is really nice, she cooks top-notch, and she likes Sister Mei Li the most...

Capricious bad boy!

The tyrant's eyes are like arrows, making people afraid to look up.

Mei Li's heart was already half cold, her mind was occupied by the bloody scene she had seen before, she couldn't feel that tonight, she was going to leave this world.

The little devil slapped the table, then jumped down from his seat to stand in front of the trembling maid, "It's me who doesn't eat, and it's not Mei Li who doesn't eat. I won't let you beat her!"

Looking at the three-headed child in front of her, Mei Li felt a complete sense of security, and was also confused by the child's words of protection.

My sister will never say that you are a bad child in my heart anymore!

"Yeah." The tall tyrant promised the child, averted his gaze from Meili, and carefully carried the child back to his lap, "Then drink blood well today."

Hearing this, the male servant in the corner sent a large cup of blood at the right time, and the tyrant skillfully took it and handed it to the child's mouth.

Blood races have the ability to identify the source of blood by smell, and the smell of the cup of blood in front of them undoubtedly came from the tyrant.

Again.

Again!

No matter how many times she realizes this fact, Mellie's pupils shudder.

For the blood race, it can be said that feeding the same race with their own blood is against the nature of the middle race.

They can hunt for food for their close enough clansmen, but they will not feed their own blood to their clansmen.

That is a symbol of unequal relationships.

Only useless prey will offer their own blood.

Bloodlines are extremely obsessed with status. They don't allow others to question their blood status, and they also don't allow themselves to let go of their pride and do things that don't conform to their status.

This is the nature engraved in the bones, even the lower blood races will have the natural calmness in the face of inferior creatures or prey.

Now Yiqi's behavior is no longer a matter of inappropriate status.

He was willing, and cast himself into the trap to become the little devil's prey, and became the bargaining chip in the little devil's hunting ground.

but……

Mellie's gaze shifted to the child.

The beautiful and well-behaved child was holding his own food and enjoying it in small bites, with a satisfied blush floating on his face, leaning against the man's arms in a soft posture.

If the hunter is His Highness...

In fact, it is not unacceptable.

Mei Li thought that the priorities in her heart should be rearranged as follows: little devil > tyrant > other.

Not only because of the cuteness of the little devil.

Also by the tyrant's favor against his nature.

**

"Snapped--"

At dawn, just when the blood race was about to fall asleep, the crisp sound spread through the air to all the corridors of the castle.

I can't count how many times this has happened this month.

Perhaps some precious porcelain in His Majesty's collection was broken again...

Hearing the sound, the man rushed to the scene and picked up the child who caused the accident, keeping away from the broken porcelain all over the floor, leaving room for the servants to clean up.

"Listen to me..." The limp child looked good and harmless, and explained seriously with his flat mouth, "I didn't do it."

"Yeah." Yi Qi grabbed the child's hand and lowered his head to check for scratches.

The little demon king felt wronged: "It happened by itself."

"Well, I believe it."

Not a foolish "I know", let alone an angry tantrum, but a sincere "I believe".

As long as Yizhi said it, he would believe it.

Even if the child accuses him that he sleepwalked and ordered someone to smash all the porcelain, he will apologize seriously and see if the child is frightened by him.

The child who received a satisfactory answer put away his evil minions for the time being, with a bright smile, as bright as a shining star, and his cheeks as soft as cotton candy rubbed against the man's chin.

Hold the adult's neck and stick it comfortably.

Just looking at it, Mei Li's heart turned into a puddle of water.

It's just a series of zero porcelains that were built by the goblin masters, presented by the goblin royal family, and auctioned off.

Melly thought numbly.

Where is the little Highness important!

She takes it for granted.

However, Mei Li is still a little puzzled by His Royal Highness's recent behavior.

She doesn't think that children don't know good and evil. On the contrary, if they get along with each other more in daily life, they will find that His Highness is very smart. When he doesn't do these things deliberately, he is quiet and well-behaved, just like a little angel left in the world.

His Highness was even able to give her some advice when she was confused. His speech clearly dissected things and was not lacking in innocence.

It's completely different from the brat who makes mistakes because of his stupidity and arrogance.

and so……

Why did your Highness do this?

Before Mei Li could get out of the hesitation to ask for an answer, the next thing frightened her.

After all, Yiqi is the king of the blood clan, with a lot of government affairs, he can't be with the child all the time, if he keeps the child in the study, he is worried that he will be bored, so he can only compress his work to the two or three times when the child takes a nap every day. hours.

And it was during those two or three hours of neglect that misfortune happened.

The little devil, who couldn't rest for a while, ran to learn the fire elemental magic from a little maid in the back kitchen, excitedly found an open place to experiment, and burned all the plants around him without paying attention.

It was after autumn, and the gardener hadn't replaced the flowers and plants in the garden with the winter flowering season, so the ground was full of withered, yellow and withered plants, and the air was dry, so a spark could cause a prairie fire.

The fire turned into a circle to enclose the child, and the flowers and plants that had been planted grew taller again. Once it burned, the flames blazed into the sky, and the child's head could not be seen from the outside.

Only the coughing in the center of the flame could be heard, which was already low and weak.

The gardener knew how to touch the fur of wood spells, but it was obviously not enough. She panicked immediately, and shouted loudly while putting out the fire with a bucket of water.

The man who appeared in the next second, with the hem of the cloak raised and not falling, went straight into the flames.

Before the spell was used, the flame automatically backed away.

The child in the middle of the fire, with some black marks on his cheeks, turned into a small face, and the sweat on his forehead was almost cooked, and he said in surprise: "So it can be used like this..."

A whole group of flames moved with the child's finger pointing.

"..."

It wasn't until the familiar shoes appeared in the field of vision that the little devil noticed the person in front of him.

He raised his head, and the man's face could no longer be described as gloomy.

Scary.

"Cough, cough cough..." The child's face was pale, coughing and coughing made tears glisten in his eyes, he was so pitiful, he opened his arms to hug the man, "Are you angry with me?"