The devil is working

Old Lu, who was wearing a polar bear fur, could hear the cheers below even if he was wearing a hood. He hung in the air with Michael, as if he could see the hustle and bustle of the world just like before.

Michael was quiet, practically fainting from the heat.

But he was very tolerant, and Lucifer didn't notice anything unusual about Michael at all.

After landing safely, they perform a half-minute dance.

It's not difficult, everyone wears such heavy clothes, so it's about the same level as doing morning exercises.Michael learns it in a dignified manner, but the polar bear next to him seems clumsy and naive in every movement.

Half a minute... This is really hard for Lucifer, he has been an old bone for many years since he has a high position and weight, and he is still good at Tai Chi.

click.

When the music stopped, everyone dispersed.

The bleak figure of the polar bear stood in the center, with its round head lowered, which made people look pitiful.

The brown bear is holding the polar bear's head, and they can hear each other's words when they get close.

"pain……"

Lao Lu couldn't rub his old waist, thinking why he sprained his waist!

This is wrong, how could His Majesty the Demon King have osteoporosis!

Michael helped him sit on a bench in a nearby coffee shop, and then they all took off their hoods.They were covered in sweat, Michael took a breath of fresh air, fished Lucifer over, and pushed back his wet hair, revealing the very aggressive appearance of the Great Demon King.

"Where does it hurt?"

Michael bowed his head, a drop of sweat slipped from the bridge of his nose, and then dripped onto the fluffy doll coat.Lucifer kept digging into Michael's arms, unzipped the zipper and rubbed his side waist, grinning in pain:

"My waist, my back hurts, I twisted it."

Michael freed one hand from his coat, and while hugging the old Lu who had been exchanging humming, he tried to rub the opponent's waist, and asked if the strength is okay, or if it should be heavier, can I touch it here...

A man's waist is generally best not to be touched by others.

But Michael's words are not impossible.

Lucifer's itchy flesh was touched all over, he suppressed a smile and instructed Michael seriously where to massage to relieve the pain, and he lay down on Michael's lap to rest with a shameless face.

After the bill is settled, the salary arrives.

On the way home, Lao Lu's waist didn't get better. Michael was very worried about this pillar, and carried the big man back to the rental house.

When the old dragon took a look, his first reaction was:

"Damn Michael, where is your conscience?!"

It thought that Lucifer was beaten by Michael, and was furious, thinking that this kid finally showed his true colors!

Then, Lao Lu grabbed its screaming neck and warned darkly:

"It's none of his business, talk less useless."

Michael was immune to similar words a long time ago. He could pretend that the other party didn't exist with a blank face, and then peeled off Lucifer's shirt——

The wide-eyed old dragon was startled and screamed strangely:

"Your Majesty, your innocence!"

Then it was held down by Lucifer's pillow, and finally got its head out, and saw the blushing Michael wiped his hands with very special-smelling oil and stroked his noble Majesty's waist with both hands!

The stimulated old dragon glanced at the painful old road, with complicated emotions:

"Your Majesty, you have fallen."

I will never say anything about being suppressed by the Archangel, don't worry!

Old Lu, who saw through at a glance, pinched the upper and lower jaws of the old dragon with his left hand, absolutely refusing to admit the fact that he was old despite the bones in the shell of a teenager, and threatened:

"To shut up."

Michael paused, the red skin in his eyes was already sweating.

Is it that painful?

It's a pity that Lao Lu can only eat soft food next.

Michael forced Lucifer to stay in bed, and took the initiative to assume the responsibility of earning money to support his family.Lao Lu tried his best to pass on a lot of experience that night, but he was still very worried about Michael. He had a dog skin plaster on his waist and lay on the bed with his upper body lying on the bed and could only chat with Michael on WeChat.

The only old dragon in the family who ate plain rice jumped on Lucifer's back to do horses and kill chickens for his majesty, occasionally peeking at Lao Lu's phone screen, and then dissed Michael eccentrically.

Old Lu didn't like to hear these words, and the old dragon shut up after only saying it twice. It naturally knew the delicate relationship between the two, but it was afraid that His Majesty would be confused by Michael and eventually lose his wife and lose his army. .

Not long after Michael went out, he met an insurance seller, and he couldn't let Michael pay for it. When the insurance seller met his career Waterloo, he felt desperate for the first time.

However, because Michael's biological age has shrunk too much, it is difficult for a minor like him to find a serious job outside. There are many scouts, but Michael is not cold at all.It's not that he hasn't been under the spotlight, and he has experienced many restrictions and experienced the feeling of being involuntary. Even if the celebrity idol career comes with fast money, Michael is unwilling to be someone else's puppet.

Not to mention that he can't use the holy sword and magic now, and even the wings of the archangel have disappeared for a while, and he still hasn't gotten used to it.

In the icy modern concrete forest, the sun rises and sets, busy with making a living and dreaming about where human beings go, they seem to forget their tiredness.

Michael got a job, working at a famous fried chicken restaurant.

He talks less and works seriously, has a strong memory, and is friendly and friendly.

But no one can really get close to him, except that Michael is actually warm on the outside and cold on the inside, and he maintains a very subtle sense of distance from everyone.

There is a beautiful young lady who always wants to tease him, but although Michael is smiling, many people think that this guy is not like a person in the world, they can only watch from a distance and cannot strike up a conversation.

After returning home, he had to learn how to heal Lucifer's old waist and how to cook.

After a few days of living like this, Michael felt extremely fulfilled.

And he can apply the knowledge he has learned, and he can ask Lucifer whenever he encounters difficulties. As a family of three, he is not only a reliable source of income, but also writes Lucifer in his report, which is really virtuous.

This is one of the very few people around him who is so trusted and relied on, especially Lucifer.Michael burned the lamplight to write the report, and after writing a few words, he quietly raised the corners of his lips.

feel good.

The old road behind is to doubt life. His back injury has been healed for a long time, and most of the family's money is spent on him. The standard of three meals a day is about to drop, and Michael has lost a lot of weight.The one in the old road regretted it, and buried himself in the quilt resentfully, thinking about when it would be better and when he would be able to go out to earn money so that Michael would not come back so late, he was very worried...

The old dragon is thick-skinned, and whenever he sees Michael, he goes up to him whenever he is free:

"Michael, give me some pocket money."

Lucifer cheated the corpse from the bed: "Don't give it a dime! This bastard loves to gamble, the more he loses, the more he wants to gamble. Although he kept gold, silver and jewelry for me when I was in the Demon Realm, he never let me spend it by myself. It’s so picky! Even if it wins, it won’t give you the money, and if it loses, I’m sorry that it will bite and abscond with the money.”

The old dragon's eyes widened when he was exposed, and a flame the size of a lighter spewed out from his mouth:

"I'm not here for you!"

Lucifer retorted: "Be safe, don't cause trouble and then go to gamble! When did you win?!"

Michael opened a bag of potato chips and ate snacks:

"My salary hasn't been paid yet, I'm sorry."

Unexpectedly, the old dragon is still a gambler...

"I don't believe it. If you don't pay me today, I'll stay here! You two don't want to sleep well!"

The old dragon's attitude was very resolute. It pinched Xiaopang's waist with its tiny claws, and shouted:

"My Majesty has been ruined by you. How much money do you earn a day? Why don't you take good care of your man at home! Give me some savings and I'm going downstairs to play mahjong to earn a fortune, those girls Three missing one!"

Lucifer gasped, resisting the thought of beating the old dragon violently.

Michael pinched the back of the old dragon's neck and replied lightly:

"No money, don't think about it."

Lucifer: "Don't let it see a dime. Recently, it has a gambling addiction and just smokes. It's almost enough to lock the house and give it something to eat."

Of course he would not tell Michael that 80.00% of his first salary was stolen by this scammer to gamble and lost. The old dragon recovers his strength faster than him and has not changed into a human form for a long time. During this period The strength he saved was enough for him to spend the afternoon playing mahjong downstairs.

But this guy is really unlucky, Lao Lu usually only occasionally gives him that kind of dime coin, Lao Long cherishes it very much, and likes to store it in the golden piggy bank, and no one will let anyone touch it.

After a few days of going out to earn money, Michael became tempted to get money from him for fun. The old dragon really didn’t treat Michael as an outsider.

Heh, for the past two days, I always liked to scold people behind their backs for being heartless.

Lucifer sat up with difficulty, hugged Michael from behind, and continued to say in a relaxed manner:

"It's addictive to watch the family ethics drama played on the opposite side. Don't bother with it these days. It's getting old and unreasonable. It's been with me for a long time. You really have to make a move so you don't kill him..."

The old dragon was angry: "Lucifer!"

There was a warm and lively body against Michael's back, and someone's soft hair brushed against the bare skin, itching.

"Um... are you feeling better?"

Lao Lu rubbed against each other, somewhat aggrieved: "What should I do if it's not going to get better?"

Michael thought about it seriously: "It will be fine, you have to have confidence. Don't worry about money, it's really not enough. I can do another job and support you."

Lucifer hugged Michael tightly.