magic barrier

On weekdays, the monk who had a very good temper and listened to everything suddenly became domineering. He boldly kissed him without saying a word, but his big dry hands kept touching his body, first his chest, then his waist.

The chest is flat, so there is nothing to touch.

Meng Feibai didn't realize it for a while, and was just kissed straight on. The strong smell of male hormones seemed to spray all over his face, and his already slender waist was constantly rubbed and tightly held by big palms.

However, the strength of Deng Deng's hands was not gentle, and the tongue pushed the teeth away wantonly and penetrated deep into the throat, gnawing until Meng Feibai was almost breathless for a while.

But this happened to suit the taste of the succubus.

He enjoys such a strong and exciting kiss very much, if the lamp is grinding and chirping slowly, he will find it boring.

Demons are nothing more than a race where sensory enjoyment is paramount.

Meng Feibai relaxed his body, and as Ran Deng gradually turned from wild to calm, smelling the unique fragrance from Ran Deng's body, he took the initiative to deepen the kiss that was about to end, and hooked him with the tip of his tongue.

Is this... a reward from His Majesty the Dream Demon?

Ran Deng couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart, well, his body welcomed Meng Feibai's enthusiasm and generosity very honestly, and he didn't stop taking advantage of it.

The beauty is now, let it live and die in the future, let's eat enough money first!

Even if Meng Feibai is going to kill him soon, he admits it!

It wasn't until they stopped and Meng Feibai supported Ran Deng's hard chest and took a deep breath that he finally recovered, his fair neck raised a beautiful arc.

Ok?

Didn't you want to find Meng to eat before?

No, it seems to be planning to change clothes.

Meng Feibai glanced at the lamp with warning eyes.

It's just that her face was flushed from being kissed, her eyes were rippling, and the corners of her eyes were stained with a touch of excited moisture. The facial features that were rarely softened were really a killer for Ran Deng!

Whether it was a thousand years ago or now a thousand years later, even the most rational gods and Buddhas can't match his amorous glance.

So Ran Deng faltered all of a sudden.

It seems that the previous momentum is like a flash in the pan.

He hurriedly found clothes for Meng Feibai, but found that the embarrassment on Meng Feibai's face quickly faded when he wiped his lips.

There was another burst of soreness in my heart, this is how used to being kissed deeply, and I recovered so quickly!Who else has he kissed like this before!

That's right, this is a demon, a pleasure-seeking demon, as long as he is comfortable, wouldn't anyone be able to be so presumptuous...

Do you also know that you are presumptuous?Comrade Monk!

How could Ran Deng, who had a face full of confusion and pain, know that if it wasn't for Meng Feibai's fondness for him and his special charm of attracting demons, if other sentient beings dared to do this, they would have been cut out of the world with a slap. Maybe he'd just be beaten out of his wits.

Besides you, who else in the Six Realms has eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!

Meng Feibai changed her clothes as if nothing had happened. The white shirt was elegant, and the beige gray trousers lined her slender legs.

The originally handsome monk suddenly turned into a jealous jar.

What are you doing so beautiful!

Would it be safer to be ugly?

Ran Deng thought about it seriously, completely ignoring Meng Feibai's approach, so he logically failed to dodge the invincible flying feet of His Majesty Meng Mo, and was kicked out of the bedroom in embarrassment.

Then Deng quickly got up, but the door was close to the tip of his nose, and it was closed tightly with a "bang".

Meng Feibai: "I'm going to take a shower, you go cook."

Ran Deng: "..."

I've kissed him already, why is he still a cook!

There is no progress at all!

The monk who wanted to beat his chest and scream at the sky was already too servile. No matter how dissatisfied and regretful he was, he obediently ran to cook.

It's just... hopeless.

Di Xiaohua stroked her forehead and retreated, giving Ran Deng a "pure land" to play freely.

Do you have the self-consciousness of being a monk? How can a Buddha come to snatch the kitchen from the devil!Once or twice is enough, but are you still addicted to snatching?

Di Xiaohua's face was like an eggplant, and she drove a group of little devils who were watching the excitement and left the kitchen. If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that she would be so short-tempered, so she couldn't help waving her whip to teach Ran Deng.

Although his cultivation base and foundation are a bit short, he can still be considered a member of the Buddhist realm!

There is no aura of the Buddhist world at all!Even the lowest demons are almost not afraid of you. Do you Buddha heads know how frustrated you are?

"Sister Hua, ahem... Is he really the concubine of His Royal Highness Mozun?" Why does it feel a bit unworthy of the Dream Demon?

A little devil couldn't help leaning over and asked in a low voice.

"Sister Hua, I think so too."

In the hearts of most demons, Meng Feibai must be awesome. With a flick of his command sleeve, he can wipe out thousands of troops, sweep across the God Realm, and easily defeat the ghost world and the demon world... as long as he wants to, he can do anything.

As a result, such a domineering, wild and evil devil, but the man standing side by side is holding a pot and spatula, his ambition is only in the kitchen!

This style of painting is not right.

Di Xiaohua bit her lower lip, letting her heavy glasses fall off the tip of her nose, and ignored it.

Where did she know about this matter? It's not that the second son Xinmo is so powerful, but she has also known Meng Feibai for thousands of years, and she has never seen anyone besides his brother beside him.

And this so-and-so is still a monk.

The natural enemy of the devil.

Boss Bai couldn't bear to think about it...

As a subordinate, there is really no way to make up for it.

Rao's heart is ever-changing, but his complexion is as usual, Di Xiaohua waved away a group of chattering, gossip-flaming little devils.

Well, in fact, she said very curiously.

"If there is any news, I will post it to the forum as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Aunt Hua!"

"Oh that's great!"

"We have demons in the Demon Realm!"

The demons dispersed joyfully, clapping their hands and stomping their feet.

Di Xiaohua froze, and in the end just looked at the sky speechlessly.

Why are people not even willing to inherit the position, but you have already figured out the next direct successor...

This cheating day actually lasted for seven days in a row.

Until Ran Deng was called out by Chu Feimo, and officially stepped out of the door of the devil coffee, a group of demons have changed from excitement to excitement and then to habit, and now they can calmly face all situations, even if it is now revealed that the Heavenly Emperor and the ghost king Kuangshi have sex with each other. , they can also calm down.

Absolutely not the slightest surprise.

"Hey, Ran Deng finally went out."

"This monk will become an otaku just like the third son if he doesn't go out again."

Obviously it was a demon who first lived in the house, but Deng just did what a qualified "follower" should do, but no demon dared to mention the instigator.

That's the boss, and the future head of the Demon World!

"That's right, there must be a limit to eating and drinking in our shop!" Only Bao Yu, and everyone's focus is always different.

For him, anyone who does not pay is a class enemy!

It's not easy for Boss Bai to make money!

In Bao Yu's heart, Meng Feibai is a great good demon. He not only makes an exception to take him in as a god to work in the demon world, but also generously bestows infinite demon species (?), helping him find the mountain god Zihua Dijun who has taken care of him for many years. Flowers bloomed in the dilapidated land that was once unbearable to look at. The trees are dense and green, and the vibrant scene makes me feel happy.

The little land lord knew how to repay his kindness, and he was grateful. If Zihua hadn't strongly prevented him from setting up a memorial tablet in the mountain temple, Bao Yu would have wanted to build a dream golem and burn a few sticks of incense every day.

Look, what a good devil who accumulates virtue and does good deeds!

Bao Yu thought that selling himself to such a demon was not a loss at all.

Of course, this can't be said in front of Dijun. For some reason, Dijun's expression doesn't look good every time he thanks Boss Bai.

After Ran Deng left, Meng Feibai lazily got up from the bed, wiped his face casually, and then went to the study. The old mahogany table in the study was full of steaming dishes and rice, which were prepared for Ran Deng before he left. .

This monk really thinks of himself as a cook.

In addition to cooking, these natural lamps also went downstairs to help out in the store from time to time, but Di Xiaohua and Caiyue teamed up to chase them up, and they simply hid in Meng Feibai's study, which looked like the collection of books of the Dream Demon.

The books that can be collected and treasured by Meng Feibai, who is so picky, must not be ordinary.

Meng Feibai stood in front of the table for a long time, didn't sit down until the food was cold, holding a piece of beef brisket with chopsticks hesitantly, put it in his mouth but couldn't understand why.

It's not as good as when He Randeng kissed, and the saliva tasted strong.

uninteresting.

Unappetizing.

Meng Feibai was expressionless, and continued to chopsticks with a straight mouth and body, and his movements were smooth and smooth, eating gracefully and quickly.

He used to be locked in a cold and damp cave for many years, preferring raw and cold food.

Coffee is an exception. The bitter and luscious taste is what he likes to aftertaste. No matter it is hot or cold, it still has a taste.

Now, maybe you can also add the meals made by Randeng?

Without thinking about it, the phone, which I hadn't noticed for a long time, rang.

At the same time as the call came, the screen flashed with a picture of the address book. It was a cold and evil face, exquisite and handsome, handsome and cold. It was Meng Po, who was in charge of the Naihe Bridge in the underworld.

Although his relationship with Po Meng is not as close as that of Black and White Wuchang, it is not bad.

It's just that every time the ghost world comes to the devil world to reserve coffee, Po Meng happens to be left on duty.

I haven't seen you for a while.

What will happen to him, "Hello, Meng Po."

"Meng Feibai, I have something to ask you." The voice over there sounded cold and low, which fit the atmosphere of the underworld.

Meng Feibai didn't take it seriously. Most of the underworld talks like this. Granny Meng's is not bad. "Ask me for help?"

"It is." Meng Po paused, her expression on the other end of the phone was not very good, "I know your rules."

The rule for asking a dream demon for help is to pay the corresponding dream.

It doesn't matter the best dream or the worst dream, he doesn't like ordinary dreams.

Just like how Meng Feibai traded with Bao Yu and Emperor Zihua, he worked hard to get the dream, and the other party benefited and offered the dream, which was fair, open and just.

The better the dream, the more surprising the taste of dreams stolen and offered.

However, the production of Dengmengxiang is too small and the supply exceeds the demand, so it is always necessary to find another strategy to fill the stomach.

When Meng Feibai heard it, his mind immediately became active.