Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Cheryl frowned slightly, and squatted down to look at Riise.He stretched out two paws to pinch the child's chubby face, pulled slightly to the sides, and said in a cold voice on purpose: "Give it to me, huh?"

"Give it to me!!" (I won't give it)

"You will steal it if you don't give it to me."

While the child was sobbing and unable to speak clearly, he immediately put one hand around the back of Riise's neck, and pressed the child into his arms to prevent the child from backing away.The other hand reaches behind the child and takes the child's hand.

Riise froze.

Cheryl didn't notice this, he was happy in his heart, but on the surface he snatched the dirty piece of bread.

Then he flung it back casually, and the bread drew an arc in the air, rolled into the dense grass, and disappeared.

Riise stayed in Cheryl's arms silently as if giving up.

"Don't eat these next time, you will have diarrhea."

The child still didn't speak.

From the forest in the distance, the humming of spirit birds came, passing through the shadows of trees.

Reese's silence made Cheryl realize that something was wrong. He quickly straightened up, pulled the child in front of him, and examined it carefully under the mottled moonlight.

The amber eyes were slightly squinted, the red corners of the eyes made the child look a little pitiful, and big teardrops slid down the corners of the eyes.

The broken hair in front of his forehead was slightly raised, his cheeks were slightly red, and his shoulders shrank uneasily.

Cheryl was slightly taken aback.

#Why did the old demon king who lived tens of thousands of years bully a three or four year old child? #

#作死魔族Why do you want to make your child cry?Is it human distortion or moral decay? #

My mother! !Why... why is this little kid crying? ! ? !

As if he didn't want the boy to see his distressed appearance when crying, Riise subconsciously covered his face with his hands, trying to suppress the sound of his sobs, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

No matter how mature and calm he looks, he is only a three or four year old child.Being captured by the enemy to their base camp, facing the unknown future and endless panic, it is really confusing.

A child's body needs nutrition, but his daily food is only a small piece of low-quality bread, which is obtained through a lot of labor.

Coupled with the fact that a demon had trampled on his hand just now, the depression in his heart had already broken through the sky.

Even if the bread was taken away by that demon king and thrown away, he wouldn't cry.The most important thing is the boy's casual hug.

His head was buried in the young man's arms, his breath was full of the other party's cold breath, although his movements were big, he was really careful, which gave him a feeling of being cared for.

——I was not wronged at first, but as soon as I was hugged, I suddenly felt wronged.

Although Cheryl had the usual cold and arrogant look on his face, he was actually at a loss. He stretched out his hand to touch the child's head, his eyes moved to the back of Riise's hand covering his face, and his pupils shrank.

He quickly grabbed the child's wrist, pulled it to his eyes and inspected it carefully, the seemingly serious wound made his breath condense immediately, and said in a deep voice, "Who made your hand?"

Hearing this sentence, Riise couldn't hold it anymore, opened his mouth and cried loudly.

He took his hand out of Cheryl's hand, trying to wipe the tears off his face with the back of his hand, but as soon as the tears touched the wound, the wound felt even more painful.

"Wow...it's all...it's your fault...!!"

Didn't you say you like yourself?Didn't you say you have to teach yourself yourself? ?

Why did he disappear for more than half a month as soon as he disappeared, and let that demon race bully him like this! !

Although the little fat man was very calm when he asked, but in his heart, he still cared a little about the phrase "like".

Riise's strength was very small, hitting his shoulder like a tickle.Seeing the child's aggrieved appearance, Cheryl's heart almost melted.

"Okay, my fault."