Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Cheryl lowered his voice, and the warm and cool breath lightly sprinkled on the tips of his ears, like a faintly discernible feather slowly sliding down, with a hint of teasing.

Riise's head was buried in the other's neck, and although his breath was cold, there was a reassuring smell.

Time passed slowly, and the crying and tired child gradually fell asleep, cutting off contact with the outside world.

With a blank expression, Cheryl used magic to isolate the child's hearing, and then said coldly: "Xiu."

The black-haired young man suddenly appeared in front of the Demon King, and respectfully half-knelt down: "King."

"The deity said, let you take good care of him. Is this the result of your care?"

"The king made a mistake in blaming his subordinates."

As the night wind in the forest blew, the young man's silver hair was slightly raised, and the strands of hair brushed against his delicate face. His pale golden eyes were calm, and he looked at the young man kneeling in front of him without emotion: " oh?"

"The subordinates let him go through this, just to exercise his will. In such a place, if the king protects him too well, it will harm him instead."

"Why don't you hand him over to your subordinates and let them teach you?"

Cheryl frowned slightly.

Xiu waited patiently.

As Xiu said, if this child is protected too well, it will only make him ignorant of the world, innocent and ignorant, unable to face this cruel world.

However, letting such a young child go through those inhuman tortures, watching the hope and innocence in his eyes disappear little by little, made Cheryl feel unbearable.

"Give him to your subordinates. In your capacity, it is not in accordance with etiquette to hold such a lowly person."

How could such a dirty scum touch his noble king?

Xiu deepened the smile on the corner of his mouth, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No need, I don't think his status is low."

They are all creatures that can speak and think. Although they are not the same species, there is no distinction between high and low.

I really don't understand these ancient European people, setting up such a strict hierarchy, is it cool to look down on others?

Cheryl glanced at Xiu elegantly and respectfully, and thought secretly: ... Well, it's really cool.

Being treated with such a respectful attitude by such an outstanding person, although you may feel uncomfortable, you will not have much psychological resistance.

Xiu slightly lowered his eyes, picked up the boy's long silver hair with his slender fingers, sniffed obsessively on the tip of his nose, and said in a hoarse and fascinating voice, "His status is not low, so... what about me?"

Seeing her hair tangling around the young man's fingertips, Cheryl took a slightly unnatural step back.

"In the heart of the king, what is my identity?"

His face and voice seemed to have a soul-stirring effect, and Cheryl couldn't help being a little stunned, but his face was extremely calm and indifferent: "How do you want the deity to see you?"

How to look?

Xiu stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, which was extremely confusing.

"of course……"

The second half of the sentence was hidden in the wind and disappeared.

Cheryl stared at the young man. Although he didn't hear the second half of the sentence, his heart beat inexplicably faster, and a very faint blush appeared on his face.

I'm going to die, how can this buddy Xiu be so seductive.