Not a nice guy [Quick Transmigration]

I don't know where this is.

None of the people around me knew each other.

But Xie Ling clearly knew who he was. He was the demon lord served by the monarchs of the three major demon realms. He was born with the capital to look down on everything.

"Lingling," a tall and good-looking person walked in from the door, "Are you awake? Do you want something to eat?"

Xie Ling looked at him in confusion.

"It's been three days so soon?" the man said, "The time with Ling Ling always passes so quickly, I can't even remember the days."

The man went on to say, "Don't you remember anything again? Let me introduce myself again. I am the monarch of the Northern Territory, your loyal subordinate, and my name is Ye Han."

At the end of that person's self-introduction, a scene suddenly flashed in Xie Ling's mind.

In the empty room, stood a child with a delicate face, it seemed to be Xie Ling when he was a child.

In front of the child, a man who couldn't see clearly knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and was as loyal as a knight.

"My lord, from now on, I will be your most loyal subordinate, and I am willing to go through fire and water for you."

In the fragment of his memory, the person who couldn't see his face and called him "Sir" is the person in front of him?

Xie Ling was puzzled.

People in memory are cautious and respectful.

Would such a person call himself "Lingling" like the person in front of him?

"Ling Ling, it doesn't matter if you forget, this is an old problem," Ye Han said, "every three days, your memory will be greatly updated, which can be regarded as a protection mechanism."

Yehan saw Xie Ling's face was a little wary, as if he didn't believe what he said, and felt a little helpless.

"Ling Ling, you don't have to be wary of me, my life is yours." Ye Han said while stretching out his wrist.

There is a complex blue pattern on his wrist, like some kind of ancient magic.

"You also have one on your wrist, which represents our life and death together."

Xie Ling took a sneak peek at his wrist, and sure enough it had the same pattern, the only difference was the color.

The overall pattern is circular. Xie Ling has four colors in his hand, and the pattern is divided into four fan shapes on average.

Blue, red, purple, and black.

This blue color should represent the person in front of him.The remaining three colors are still unclear, but it is undeniable that there must be a deep connection between myself and the person in front of me.

Xie Ling was skeptical.

"Ling Ling, it's time for breakfast." Ye Han smiled.

"Then let's eat." Xie Ling said, he has always been a person who goes with the situation, even if he has no memory, it's no big deal.

Xie Ling got up, finished dressing and washing, and sat at the wooden table in the room to prepare for dinner.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Xie Ling suddenly felt an indescribable coldness in his stomach, which was extremely strong.

He was also impressed by this.

He was born with a cold body, a disease that fell from his mother's womb, and he needed the warmth of others.

"Leng..." As soon as Ye Han came in, he saw Xie Ling looking at him with a delicate face, full of grievances.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Yehan hurried forward and hugged Xie Ling, "It won't be cold after a while."

The tone was gentle, and he patted his back lightly, like coaxing a child.

Xie Ling gradually felt a warm current surging in his body, dispelling the cold.

This person is very familiar with him, maybe he really is his loyal servant.

Xie Ling lowered his guard.

"Ling Ling, come, let's eat." Seeing that Xie Ling was almost healed and his face turned rosy, Ye Han said.

Xie Ling shook his head, the cold feeling just now still reverberated in his mind, Xie Ling hugged Ye Han's waist tightly: "No, hug for a while."

Yehan's fingertips trembled and he hugged him.

If you cuddle for a while, cuddle for a while, in short, you are taking advantage of yourself.

If you can, he doesn't care if you hold on to it.

-

"grown ups."

"grown ups."

Xie Ling had nothing to do, so he just walked up and down the street outside.

It's like a small village here, very simple.The most luxurious building is Xie Ling's bedroom.

Antique houses, wooden fences, carved railings, shade trees, gazebos, etc., weeping willows by the lake and wild flowers on the roadside, all add a lot of vitality to this place.

It is a very beautiful place.

Walking on the road, when pedestrians saw him, they would stop and shout, "My lord."

At this moment, a handsome young man walked up to him.

The boy looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with long black hair tied up casually, unrestrained.

"My lord," the young man bowed casually, "the leader of the group is a general, next door."

"Nin Lan." Xie Ling repeated his name.

"I know my lord doesn't remember me anymore, but I still want to ask." Lin Lan said, "My lord, will you spend the winter in Beiyu this year?"

After Lin Lan finished speaking, she looked at Xie Ling expectantly.

Little teenagers always have some expectations, even if it is a very small wish, when it comes true, you will get great joy.

The young man has such a mentality. What he hopes is that the devil will stay here for a winter.

On the battlefield, a boy is majestic and strong even when he is young.

But in front of the devil, he is just a boy.

Xie Ling didn't quite understand what he meant. Does it mean that he never spends winter in the Northern Territory?

Where did he go?

Xie Ling felt that it didn't matter where he spent the winter, but now seeing the boy's expectant face, he said, "Yes."

"Great—" Before Lin Lan had time to cheer, he was hit by a sharp sword aura and took several steps back.

"Ling Ling," it was Ye Han, "he is not sensible, so don't listen to him."

"Monarch." Lin Lan was beaten for no reason, and she was full of anger at first, but when she looked up and found that it was the monarch, the anger was swallowed back into her stomach.

"Back off." Yehan said.

The boy took the order and quickly disappeared from their sight.

"Ling Ling," Ye Han smiled and looked at Xie Ling, "I'll show you around, don't worry about what he said."

"Okay." Xie Ling replied, but he was thinking in his heart.

I don't usually spend the winter in the Northern Territory, is there any reason?

There must be some unspeakable reason, and this monarch not only hopes to stay in the Northern Territory, but also wants to leave the Northern Territory.

Xie Ling glanced at him.

What a conflicted person.

The streets of Beiyu are very lively, with people coming and going.

Walking on the road, Xie Ling was the focus of walking. Wherever he went, there were especially many people.

"My lord," a street vendor shouted, "come and see, the fresh spirit fruit is big and sweet, do you want to try it?"

Although the Northern Territory is ruled by the demons, most of the people in the territory are people, and the people you see on weekdays are ordinary people, neither demons nor monks. They are protected by the demons, so naturally they have a great influence on the demons. goodwill.

"Thank you." Xie Ling took the fruit and took a bite.

Juice splashes in the mouth, fresh and sweet, really delicious.

"My lord, here is a wreath that has just been made. Come and wear one." A woman shouted at the door of the shop.

"Thank you." Xie Ling thanked again and accepted the wreath.

"My lord, don't just take it, take it and have a look." The woman urged.

"Okay, okay." Xie Ling smiled and put on the garland.

"It's so beautiful!" Madam's eyes sparkled, "Look, Monarch, isn't it very beautiful?"

Flowers match beauties, and beauties are even more beautiful.

Ye Han was suddenly asked by the woman, he couldn't react for a while, he looked at Xie Ling carefully.

Xie Ling's black hair and fair face were dotted with red, making them look more delicate against the backdrop of green leaves.

Although Xie Ling is a demon, he was born without a trace of demon energy. If one day, he accidentally enters the Central Territory - the territory of human monks, he will not be in any danger.

After all, he is more like a cultivator who has achieved Taoism and immortality than a demon who everyone shouts and beats.

"It's really pretty." Yehan said.

His words were crisp and clear, like jade knocking, and the sincerity in his words was unadulterated.

"I'm a man, what's so good about me?" Xie Ling was a little embarrassed by their praise.

As everyone knows, the beauty is ashamed, with a few traces of blush on her face, which is even more eye-catching.

At the end of the day, Yehan accompanied Xie Ling and walked around most of the northern region.

In the evening, it was another sumptuous dinner.

The attendants went up and down, delivering meals back and forth several times.

They all lowered their heads, not looking at the devil's face.

They are afraid that if they see it, they will not be able to control their behavior.

Their eyes will definitely stay on the Demon Lord, and they will not leave for a moment.

The monarch doesn't care if ordinary people do this, but if they, the demons, these servants do this, there will be absolutely no good end.

While eating, Xie Ling faintly felt a chill again.

He frowned slightly, and said to Yehan, "You can hug me."

Then he stretched out his hands, begging Yehan for a hug.

Ye Han didn't hesitate at all, and hugged her directly, giving her warmth.

"It's so comfortable." Xie Ling squinted his eyes and rubbed against Ye Han vigorously.

A faithful servant whose face cannot be seen clearly.

Is that so?

It feels pretty good.

When it was even later, Ye Han entered the room, ready to hug Xie Ling.

"What's the matter?" Xie Ling was a little dazed, he wanted to sleep just now, but now he was interrupted suddenly.

"Lingling," Yehan said, "it's time to take a medicinal bath."

-

"Hey, did you know! Today the devil promised me to stay in the northern region for the winter." The young man happily shared the good news with his good brother.

The boy danced and danced, and anyone could see the joy in his heart.

In front of the young man was a rather handsome young man, also a demon, who was also the right-hand man of the monarch.

The young man shook his head nonchalantly.

"What's the use of promising you?" the young man said, "Have you forgotten? The monarch once said that the devil is a little liar. You can't believe a word he says."

How can a person who forgets once every three days keep his promise?