Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

In the depths of the quiet and soft forest, there is a simple and clean log cabin. There are many vines planted outside the house, with some purple flowers blooming on it. It looks like a fairy tale from a distance.

The dark vines are intertwined and intertwined with each other, densely blocking large areas of sunlight.

Only some scattered light came in from the windows, and there were little stars floating in the air.

The floor of the room is covered with soft white velvet blankets, which seem to come from some kind of high-level bird monster, and you can feel the wonderful touch from the clouds with a light touch.

There is an exquisite retro lamp hanging on the wall, burning tirelessly, bringing long but not dazzling light to the dim cabin.

There was enough firewood in the fireplace next to it, and it was not lit at this time, but just stayed there quietly, not disturbing the owner of the house.

There is a strange fragrance in the warm cabin, which is surprisingly similar to the smell of the purple flowers outside, but the smell inside the house is more intense and lingering.

The huge soft bed is tightly surrounded by layers of curtains, and only the sunlight that leaks in quietly knows what stories are happening inside that make people blush and heartbeat.

The scent of flowers all over the room can't cover up another smell that seems too private in the curtains. The thin and dense moans are hoarse and tired, as if they are suffering from some kind of unspeakable torment.

A hand with distinct bony joints was tightly wrapped around the bed sheet, and the blue blood vessels made it look too pale and thin, leaving vague shadows on the joints, making this hand look three-dimensional and beautiful.But right now it was trembling slightly, looking a little pitiful.

Another bigger hand quickly pressed it up, forcibly separated the tightly wrapped hand, and the slender fingers pressed down from between the fingers, and the two hands were very close together .

The temperature inside the curtain was a little high, which made the unburned fireplace a little aggrieved, but the owner of the two hands didn't notice this.

Thin and dense sweat overflowed from the place between the fingers, which looked a little slippery. This insignificant humidity did not separate the two hands, which should be due to the great strength of the upper hand.

The young man frowned in pain, the pain in his throat made his voice a bit hoarse: "Water..."

"Are you thirsty again?"

The young man frowned and said nothing.

"Can you wait for a while? Hold on for a while, and it will be over soon."

The hand that was pressed underneath suddenly curled up for some reason, and the force between the fingers would make people feel painful, but the boy seemed very satisfied with it.

The young man couldn't bear it any longer, a slight cry escaped from between his lips and teeth, and was quickly suppressed.

After about 10 minutes, the clear and sweet water slowly flowed in from the lips, relieving the overloaded pressure on the throat.

The young man sighed contentedly, and slowly fell asleep as if he couldn't hold on anymore.

Zero raised his other hand, and affectionately brushed away the hair that was tightly attached to the young man's forehead due to sweat, revealing the young man's eyebrows and eyes.

Some worried that his weight would make his king uncomfortable, so Zero carefully lifted him up slightly, and lay down on himself, letting people sleep on top of him with peace of mind.

He traced the eyebrows of his king with his fingertips, looked at his slightly frowning brows, and thought lazily: Are you having a nightmare?

"Is it because of me in the dream? I hope that the me in your dream will bring you a little less pleasure."

"Otherwise I'd be angry."

His answer was a long silence.

The air in front of the bed was distorted for a while, and then a white and slender finger slowly stretched out from the distorted air.

After a while, a complete figure stood in front of the bed, looking lazily at the person on the bed.

Zero immediately grabbed the soft and silky quilt, and covered the person in his arms tightly.

He sat up slightly, and gently stroked the white and smooth back of the young man with one hand under the quilt that no one else could see. The delicate touch made him squint his eyes in satisfaction.

"Thank you for sending Wang quietly to my side, but it's just hidden deep enough."

"If it wasn't for Amu, I wouldn't be able to recognize my king."

The tone was slightly sarcastic, and he said thank you on the surface, but in fact he insinuated that Chaos had concealed the identity of the Demon King, which almost made him miss it.

"I saw in the mirror that you have been up and down on this little devil for more than half a month, what are you doing?"

Although chaos is regarded as a god, in fact, many things are half-understood and half-understood.

The deacon next to him just kept him in the high temple, and usually did not reveal anything to him except for collecting the power of faith.

Probably because he felt that the gods only needed to strengthen their own strength, and he couldn't bear to worry about the extra things.

Chaos didn't care much about things other than power, but since he separated half of the soul and turned into Zero, he saw a lot of weird things from Zero's perspective, which aroused his interest.

He promised the benefits he had given to Zero at the beginning, and changed the demon king's body to Zero's side. He only thought that Zero would like to shrink into the demon king's arms begging for attention and caress like he did at first, but he didn't know that the child had learned from a place he didn't know. Something weird and weird made the devil lie on the bed and heaved up and down.

Jerusa only cared about the chaotic daily life and other matters, and probably felt that his gods didn't need to learn the emotions and desires that these mortals were addicted to, so he never told him about the bed room.

Chaos saw Zero and the demon king's movements on the bed in the mirror, and he was only curious. Seeing the expression on the demon king's face, which seemed to be in pain, and seeing no expression of pity from Zero, who has always loved his own demon king, he found it interesting, so he Honestly, I watched it for half a month.This time I finally got the neutral position, so I hurried to ask.

Zero and this god have been arguing for hundreds of years, and they have already figured out the bottom of chaos in their hearts.

Knowing that he looks mysterious but actually doesn't understand everything, he fooled many people just by that face.

Now that he knows that the relationship between his demon king and himself has been completely peeped, he is not annoyed.

"You might as well ask the good deacon next to you, and let him teach you in person, and you will have a lot of fun, instead, you don't have the heart to watch other people's bed affairs."

"What is "others"?You are me and I am you.If this kind of thing is really interesting, I might as well try it with Cheryl's real body, why bother Jerusalem? "

Probably because he felt that there was no need to pretend to be mysterious in front of Zero, he replaced "I" with "I".

Zero instantly turned cold.

"His body is with you?"

"The little devil is still resting on my bed every day, it seems that he is afraid of my identity and obedient."

"How obedient?"

"For example... I let him sleep next to me, and he nestled in my arms obediently, like a little bunny, very pitiful."

"anything else?"

The tone was dangerous.

Although Chaos is not afraid of this little dagger, he also knows that he has something to discuss with Zero, and it is not good to push people too hard, so he immediately changed the subject.

"Two days ago, I found that the power to break the ice was much less, so I went to the forbidden area of ​​the magic palace to take a look, and found that most of the ice was broken."