Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

"I'm not drunk. I'm sober."

The smile on the corner of Xiu's mouth deepened, he leaned slightly and looked at Cheryl, his right hand gently caressed the other's face, his thumb rubbed Cheryl's lips, his tone was unpredictable: "Is that so?"

"Of course." Cheryl impatiently waved away his claws that were messing with his face, but there was a little confusion in his pale golden eyes, with a faint feeling of drunkenness, "I can Someone who turned over a table."

"what?"

The young man stood up abruptly, waved his hand, and looked at the empty hall below with a cold and haughty look, with a tyrannical air, and said coldly: "You lowly people also want to get me drunk, I really think I Is your drinking capacity in vain?!"

The tip of his tongue curled slightly, and he vaguely saw the directors, screenwriters, and investors at the previous dinner, his brows were slightly frowned, clearly bored, but there was an imperceptible sense of pride in his expression: "I am dignified seven Ruler man, is that what you group of stinky pigs with fat brains dare to think about?"

His expression was too serious, as if the hall was really full of people.

The empty hall: "..." He hugged himself tremblingly.

It was also fortunate that he was drunk, so he scolded comfortably, but from the outside, he could not pronounce his words clearly, and there were a few vague and unusual Chinese mixed in with the English, the logic was confusing, and people couldn't understand what he meant.

——If Xiu understood, the end would probably be to learn etiquette all over again.

The devil walked back and forth above, pointing his delicate fingers at the hall from time to time, muttering something in his mouth, like raving.

But the demeanor was so vivid, the wine melted the ice and snow covering it, revealing its truly moving appearance.

It seems that there is a bit of sly cunning in the resentment, and there is also a bit of complacency.

Combined with the delicate face and the pair of light golden eyes that carry a large amount of moonlight, this is a stunning beauty that no one else can see, and it is also a scene that the young man has been looking forward to and waiting for for a long time.

This touching appearance is what young people have been afraid to touch for a long time, but they are most eager to desire.

This was the most real thing he saw when he and Cheryl first met, and it was also something he had never seen after Cheryl fell into the devil.

In countless nights, he took out such a vivid appearance from the dusty years, savored it carefully, and then hid it deep in his heart, making it the most beautiful illusion in his life.

But right now, his king presented this vivid beauty in front of him in such a vigorous and shocking manner.Like a roaring waterfall, it is deafening.

The young man was still pointing the country in the deserted hall, while the young man standing beside him stared at him for a long time, his blood-colored eyes filled with gentle light, like the last ray of sunlight in the twilight, nostalgic, not willing to disperse.

Cheryl babbled on and on for a while, then glanced at the young man from the corner of his eye, his dull and chaotic thoughts suddenly flashed, he turned to Xiu, paused word by word, and said very clearly: "Yes, yes, you."

Hearing such a clear sentence suddenly, Xiu didn't show any surprise on his face, he just followed the words of his own demon king with a little connivance: "Me?"

"It's you! Every birthday is a routine, except for the banquet or the banquet, I'm tired of it!"

"Can't I change it to something else? This magic palace looks like it's made of ice. Every time I sleep, it's freezing cold. I don't know how to get a stove or something..."

There are dark fetishes in the magic hall, and it is normal to be filled with cold air. Everyone will cover themselves with a thin layer of magic power to resist the cold.

And those who have no magic power or low magic power have a uniform red bead to dispel the cold in the body.

Sherrill is more sad, he is the devil, and no one thought of preparing beads for him.

He crossed over halfway, and his control of magic power has not yet reached the point where he is proficient in his bones. Once he fell asleep, the magic power maintained on his body surface would dissipate along with sleepiness, without mercy.

It also caused him to be as cold as if he had eaten ten popsicles every time he went to bed. However, the Demon King has a good surface, and he seems to be unreal. When he came out, he was frozen.

The more Sherrill talked, the more wronged she became, as if Xiu lost 80 yuan to him. Even hundreds of years ago, Xiu would not let him eat an extra cake. He kept it in his heart, but now he vomited it all out, which is a big deal. the trend of.

Xiu listened quietly, with a calm expression.

"Also, at the birthday party, what's the point of you letting me sit alone in a chair and not allowed to do anything?"

"The fun is theirs..."

"And I have nothing."

Hearing these words, Xiu Ziruo's expression paused, and there was a gleam in his blood-colored eyes.

"Your subordinates are always by your side."

Always, for a long, long time.