Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Oh shit, another doll is broken

After the assassination, Xiu arranged for his subordinates to clean up the surviving remnants.

It was said that they were asked to clean up the remnants of the party, but in fact, everyone knew well that Lord Xiu was going to do something when the Demon King was drunk.

So the entire hall, including the long corridors outside, was empty and there was no one there.

Because of this, a child who was only a little over four years old slipped in easily.

The distance from the training ground to the reception hall here is not that far away. Riise has gradually calmed down from the initial panic to the present.He frowned slightly, thinking with a sullen face.

Who is that, the Demon Lord?

In this demon world where strength is the most important thing, he is the most powerful existence, who can hurt him in the slightest?

What's more, there is that demon called Xiu beside the Demon King.

Riise stopped in his tracks, frowning deeply.

He was a kid who was captured in the Devil's Nest, and he couldn't even beat the lowest servants here, so what's the use of running over in a hurry?

The moonlight outside the promenade fell coldly, casting a halo on the child's fair face, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the loss in his eyes and a little bit of unwillingness that was hard to detect.

[I came from there, and I could smell blood from a long distance away. 】

The little fat man's voice suddenly rang in his ears again.

Riise gritted his teeth, stared at the end of the dark corridor, then raised his footsteps and walked forward gently.

Even if it is to confirm whether the Demon Lord is injured, just take a look and leave.

He clenched his hands secretly.

Just one glance.

The lips were soft, but cold enough to make one's heart palpitate.

Cheryl opened his eyes slightly, and chaotic thoughts filled his mind, making him feel a little headache.

He frowned slightly, feeling that it was extremely uncomfortable to stand on tiptoe to kiss someone.

So he loosened his hand slightly, trying to change to a more comfortable position.

A hand with well-defined but too pale bones suddenly clasped the back of his head, pressing him forward.

The force was gentle but strong, and random cold lips covered her again.

Different from Cheryl's cold light touch, the other party held the back of his head tightly and kissed him forcefully.

He even stuck out his tongue, forcefully pried open his lips and teeth, and occupied this small place.

what's the situation? ?

Cheryl was a little confused.

The other party chuckled, and described every place between his lips and teeth in detail, like a conqueror, stubbornly wanting to leave his own breath.

There was a subtle sound of water between the lips and teeth of the two.

The oxygen in the chest was lost sharply, and Cheryl couldn't breathe, and began to struggle slightly.

Unexpectedly, the other party wrapped his arms around his waist, restraining him forcefully, not allowing him to move an inch.

"put……"

Cheryl began to struggle desperately, trying to find a space to breathe, seeking oxygen like a drowning person.

The blood-colored pupils were soaked with a little passion and desire. In the darkness, he stared at those confused but foggy pale golden pupils, as if he wanted to swallow people into his belly.

"king."

"What do you mean?"

Cheryl was still in a daze, and replied in a daze: "Huh?"

The thick clouds dispersed a little, and the blood-colored moonlight sprinkled into the hall again.

The floor made of obsidian is smooth and clearly reflects the figures of the two, but blurs some elusive boundaries.

The corners of Xiu's lips were still slightly raised gently, and he lowered his eyes, and the black crow-feather-like eyelashes cast long shadows on his face due to the moonlight.

There was the usual gentleness in those crimson eyes, like red wine soaked in time, intoxicating and charming, but at this moment there was only one figure reflected.

"Why are you kissing your subordinate?"

Just kiss!Also asked why! ?

What the hell, make it sound like you didn't come back with a kiss!I haven't troubled you yet, but you are questioning me! !

Cheryl was angry, but he didn't show it on his face.

Because of the alcohol, it was really difficult for him to stay awake, and he was too lazy to talk to the pervert who was robbing him of oxygen in front of him, so he broke away from Xiu's embrace and said coldly: "You kissed me too."

"Yes."

"I didn't even ask why you kissed me."

"Subordinates are not questioning. Subordinates are just..."

The rest of the words disappeared between the lips of the two who pressed together again.

Xiu gently licked the lips that he had coveted for a long time, and while his king wasn't paying attention, he hugged him.

Cheryl's subtle exclamation was also swallowed up in this gentle lingering.

His body flew into the air all of a sudden, and he had to hook the opponent's neck again.

The breath of the two is intertwined, and their gestures are extremely intimate, as if they have been lovers for a long time.

"You're drunk."

"This subordinate will serve you to bed..."

Gentle and languid, mysterious and elegant, it gradually disappeared in the quiet air.