Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The mind is in chaos.

In a daze, I seemed to see that flashing picture again.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, full of horror, and the painful "teacher".

Yi.

Or Samuel?

The "Samoir" mark on the inner thigh began to hurt again, but I couldn't bear any resentment towards that child.

He saved my life twice, tried to make me happy every day, and said "teacher"...

I can't hate it.

Gradually regaining consciousness, I opened my eyes in a daze.

It's soft, warm and silky.My body was also covered with a thin layer, and as I sat up, the quilt slid down my skin, bringing a piece of softness.

The memory before coma was shattered, except for the glaring light and Yi...Samuel's terrified appearance, thinking about it further, it was the appearance of Uslet coming towards the rising sun.

I couldn't help rubbing my aching brain.

What happened in between?Why don't you have any impression? ?

And who saved me?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but looked up and looked around, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Is there no light on?

Why is it so dark?

He raised his right hand, trying to create a flame to illuminate it, only to find that the spiritual power in his body was nearly exhausted, and even a small spark could not be wiped out.

I stared blankly at the direction of my right hand, and fell into a momentary confusion.

Chaos God sat on the head of the bed, looking at the boy's sleeping state with great interest.

The silver hair was laid docilely and softly on the forehead, the white eyelashes were like a thick small fan, leaving a shadow on the eyelids, the small nose was slightly straight, and the light-colored lips were softly pursed.

It looks very delicate, as if it has been carefully carved by the gods, it is beautiful.

If you just look at the face, you will feel a little cold, even in your sleep, there is a little pride.

Like a high god, people can't help but kneel in front of him devoutly.But now, there is a dark red fire-shaped imprint on his cold forehead, giving this cold and arrogant face a bit of seductive and deceptive power, making people bow down and at the same time, they can't help but think in their hearts.

——What kind of style should it be to press him down and flirt with him?

This mark is the relic of the God of Light, Lihuo. If it was before, the God of Chaos might be a little bit more afraid.

But now the flame has been tamed by the young man, and its power has also weakened accordingly.Coupled with the faith and soul power absorbed by the Chaos God, he is already much stronger, as if he is not afraid of this god.

Chaos God stared intently, feeling joyful in his heart, and wanted to reach out to touch the corner of the young man's eyebrows, but saw the man's eyelashes trembling, as if he was waking up.

The Chaos God had no choice but to stretch his hand back, propping his chin with great interest, wanting to watch the pair of pale golden eyes gradually focus and cast his gaze on him.

Unexpectedly, the young man looked at the top of the bed in a daze for a while, then sat up slowly, as if he didn't notice him at all.

Chaos raised his eyebrows with great interest, and looked at those hollow golden pupils with a smile.

--blind?

Seeing the young man tilting his head slightly in the direction of his right hand in a daze, he seemed to be unaware of anything.

Chaos finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "I saved you, why don't you want to look at me?"

I was startled when I suddenly heard a voice from the bedside in the silence, and immediately turned my head in his direction.

A hoarse voice sounded in the room: "...Sorry."

Then he was slightly taken aback.

I raised my hand and touched my neck, frowning indistinctly.

Is it because of being in a coma for too long, why is the voice so hoarse? ?

The other party's misty and distant voice sounded again, with a deep smile: "Your Excellency has been in a coma for half a month, and it is normal to have a hoarse voice. Come, drink some water first."

There was the sound of rustling clothes rubbing against each other, and I felt that the other side was getting closer to me.

Immediately, a cold hard object approached the corner of the lips, and a little bit of warm water wetted a small area.

Subconsciously opened his lips slightly, a small amount of water flowed in, moistening his throat slightly.

A small stabbing pain came from the throat, but it was better than before.

The other party scooped up some water with a spoon and came over. I was a little embarrassed, and said softly: "Thank you for your kindness, I'll do it myself."

After speaking, he wanted to raise his hand to take the bowl in the opponent's hand, but he didn't want to be dodged lightly. He smiled and said, "You just woke up, and your strength hasn't recovered yet."

Another spoonful of water was placed on my lips, but I had no choice but to open my mouth and let him feed it.Privately discussing, does this person have some hobbies, why doesn't he light the lamp?

Chaos stared at the boy's shiny lips that had been moistened by water, wondering what he was thinking.