The devil has too many vests

The sky is as clear as washing, stretching from the boundless wilderness to a farther place, boundless and boundless.

On the mountaintop in the distance, a huge strange bird suddenly took off, its golden body flew across the sky, and its two wings, made of steel, gently stirred the surrounding clouds and smoke, as if worried about alarming something.

The golden-winged roc is a little flustered and confused now.

——It was clearly a noble envoy sent by the King of Souls to summon a country bumpkin monster. How could it be turned into a sad mount and driver for no reason after just meeting the other party?

The most frightening thing is that the owner of Xuandong Mountain, who can't figure out the mood and anger, turns his eyes around it from time to time, always staring at the most fleshy and fattest (not) place on its body, his thoughts are self-evident.

In order not to be eaten as a snack, the golden-winged roc resolutely abandoned his integrity.It flew across the sky softly and slowly, and something on its back reflected a bright sun, which looked a little dazzling.

It was a gorgeous carriage, half the size of a room, with pearls and jade as curtains, whale oil lamps, top-notch monster furs as a bed, and exquisite snacks and spiritual fruits beside it...exquisite everywhere. Appropriate, like a shrunken palace.

A lazily young man's voice came from the palace: "That's right, but it's barely to my liking."

Gold-winged Roc: "..."

... Could this not be to your liking?Everything was taken out by it, and almost all of its small coffers were emptied, accumulated over the years, and became empty in one day.

The two people who were leisurely lying in the chasing car couldn't feel the sadness of this golden-winged roc.

At this moment, the two were sitting side by side on a soft couch, with only a low table the size of a chessboard in between. Their upper bodies leaning towards each other were so close that a few strands of hair became entangled.

Yan Weilou had an open book on his lap, which he found from Mrs. Nishang's private collection.Before leaving, Yan Weilou brought out the storybook by the way.

This is his secret weapon.

——Even though Su Xinghan had a confident and confident look in front of Su Xinghan, he even wrote the script.But Yan Weilou, who has been single for two lifetimes, obviously doesn't know how to spread dog food.

In other words, he didn't know how to deduce the feeling of "like".

If he had hoped for love before time travel, then now he thinks that he has seen through all the emotions in the world, and the essence is just to use them.Setting up a person who is crazy about love is simply embarrassing himself.

Therefore, this script is particularly important to him.

According to Yan Weilou's logic, since Mrs. Nishang likes this script so much, it must be in line with the aesthetics of demons.

Don't know how to show a love brain?Just do what the protagonist does.

Thinking about it this way, the idea is really clear.

In his heart, he praised his wit, Yan Weilou flipped through the scriptures in his hand with an attitude of earnestly studying, sometimes frowning, sometimes pondering.

He carefully watched the clip of the two protagonists together, looking for something to learn from:

"Hmm... When you are alone in the room, you feed each other snacks one bite at a time... I don't know why, isn't this a waste of time? Why do you have to take so much effort? Could it be that the snacks are so bad that you deliberately shun each other? This is a smart way." ..."

While muttering, a peeled spiritual fruit was suddenly handed to his lips. The two fingers holding the spiritual fruit were pale and slender, indescribably beautiful.

Yan Weilou, who was immersed in the storybook, subconsciously bit the spirit fruit, and then was taken aback.

He tilted his head to look at Su Xinghan, the corner of his lips brushed the fingertip inadvertently, his face slightly embarrassed.It was as if he had agreed to get a perfect score in the exam easily, but was found to be staying up late at night secretly making up his homework, and he felt a little guilty.

The boy's eyes flickered slightly, he blinked slightly, and whispered awkwardly and politely: "Ha, so Ming Guang, you have also read this book, and you have learned it so quickly... Wait! "

... This script is wrong!Shouldn't it be the domineering mountain lord who forcibly fed the spirit fruit, and the captive young man of the human race was unwilling to fight to the death and resisted?Am I being robbed of the role?

What about the crazy and domineering mountain lord who agreed to love and the indifferent young man who didn't make false speeches?You seem to have set up the wrong person!

The expression on his face was wonderful for a moment.

Su Xinghan looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Yan Weilou shook his head decisively.

The previous conversations between the two were conducted through sound transmission, so there was no flaw on the surface.Looking at the golden-winged roc flying hard outside, Yan Weilou decided to pull back the script that almost went off the rails before arriving at the demon base camp.

He seriously recalled the plot in the storybook, stretched out one arm to embrace Su Xinghan, and directly picked up a plate of spiritual fruit on the table with the other hand, and handed it to him, firm and unresistable said:

"Let go and eat, this is all yours."

This tone, this posture, is not at all like offering a rare spiritual fruit to his sweetheart, but more like a villain boss threatening the decent protagonist to swallow poison.

"..." Su Xinghan was slightly taken aback.

"You are already the owner of the mountain, so don't be reluctant. Even if you want to eat the meat of the demon king, the mountain owner can get it for you. Ordinary monsters like the golden-winged roc want to eat as much as they want! "

The golden-winged roc, which was flying well, trembled and almost fell from the sky.

Yan Weilou, who was not at all conscious of his acting skills in emotional scenes, enjoyed playing the domineering mountain lord, staring at the man in his arms without blinking.In those pitch-black eyes, under the seemingly gentle surface, there was a beast-like cruelty in the depths of the pupils.

He raised the chin of the man in his arms, and locked his eyes tightly on his face: "Well, do you remember?"

Su Xinghan suddenly fell into his focused gaze, looked at those cold pupils, couldn't help but bend a small arc at the corners of his lips, and nodded obediently: "En!"

Yan Weilou: "???"

Seeing that Su Xinghan really began to eat the spiritual fruit obediently, Yan Weilou once again felt that the script was wrong, and he couldn't help sending a voice transmission to Su Xinghan: "Mingguang, what's wrong with you? But you are too nervous? In fact, you just need to follow your usual appearance." Just come."

Su Xinghan's extended fingers froze slightly, and he blinked slowly with an innocent expression.

"……I forgot."

He stared straight at Yan Weilou, his tone and eyes were unexpectedly calm: "I'm sorry, seeing your eyes, I can't help but forget the script..."

An extremely delicate emotion suddenly flashed in Yan Weilou's heart, and it was fleeting.Then I couldn't laugh or cry.

This is to praise him in disguise for his great acting skills just now, and his expression was too gentle, so that he entered the scene in seconds, did he agree by accident?

Su Xinghan, a one-meter-thick filter, seriously retorted: "It's not just just now."

- is always very gentle.

Yan, who had no self-knowledge, felt a little distressed at the dangerous building.

It turns out that acting too well can also become an annoyance.Let the companion indulge in it every minute, so that the character design collapsed.Alas, this damn acting with nowhere to put it!

In the sky, the golden-winged roc uttered a long cry: "Master Demon King, we have arrived!"

After being reminded by him, Yan Weilou reacted: "So fast?"

The golden-winged roc replied respectfully: "It only takes one hour for the small one to fly at full speed. In order to make Lord Yaowang sit comfortably, he slowed down the speed, which took two hours longer."

It complained endlessly in its heart: If it slows down, let alone whether Lord Lingwang will blame it, it can't hold on anymore.The two of them were having a great time flirting with each other up there, but it was flying by alone in the cold wind... Does a single monster deserve such cruel cruelty?

Full of resentment, the golden-winged roc dived all the way down from the clouds, flapping its wings in a gust of wind, and finally landed on a wilderness—to be exact, it was the only piece of land in the wilderness occupied by the boundless monster tide. open space.

It was almost dusk at this time.

Swooping down from a high altitude, the wind on both sides lifted the curtains of the car, and Yan Weilou could see the black ocean-like demon tide on the ground at a glance, like a picture scroll blackened by splashed ink, and the blank area in the middle, made up of various strange buildings Get up the headquarters of the demon coalition forces.

When he was about to land, Yan Weilou suddenly lifted the curtain and jumped out of the air with a person in his arms. However, he let go of all momentum the moment he landed, and his feet lightly stepped on the ground. on the ground.

The golden-winged roc bird in mid-air also turned into the image of a human body and a bird's head, and landed next to Yan Weilou. He pointed to the entrance of one of the buildings and introduced to Yan Weilou:

"Master Ling Wang is inside."

"Not urgent."

Two lazy words overflowed from Yan Weilou's throat.He grabbed the golden-winged roc who was about to step up and walked in, and looked at the place more than ten steps away.

"That is……"

More than a dozen little demons were gathered together, enviously surrounding another demon with a human body but a head shaped like a cheetah.

Among the monsters in this world, only the real big monsters can perfectly transform into a human form, and the little monsters who are not strong enough always have various flaws.So it looks weird.

And even big demons, except for the special case of Mrs. Nishang, generally don't like to become completely human.Among their aesthetics, their own prototype is the most beautiful.

What really attracted Yan Weilou's attention was not their grotesque shapes, but the "thing" held by the monster—it was a white and delicate human thigh, which seemed to be from a baby.

The monster with a human head and a leopard body opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it in one gulp without even spitting out a bone. He proudly showed off to other monsters around: "This is my trophy, if you want to -"

Before he finished speaking, a creepy sense of crisis suddenly descended. The monster's pupils shrank into needlepoints instantly, and its body bent into a bow shape. It subconsciously wanted to run away, but it was too late.

A cold and strange knife light swept over with a strong demonic aura, cutting more than a dozen little monsters including him into two in one breath.Bloody internal organs and broken limbs fell all over the ground.

This sudden shock made all the little monsters around stunned for a moment, and then they saw a handsome young man in black clothes walking over, holding an indifferent human by his hand.

The compelling hostility and murderous intent mixed with the faint demonic aura emanating from him, forming a deep vortex in his pupils, which actually made every monster that looked at him dare not raise its head again.

"stop!"

At this time, a thick voice sounded from a building not far away, shaking the earth rumblingly.

"Are you provoking me?"