Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

I looked at the steaming bowl of hangover soup on the table, and my head was still a little dazed.

Kevin, this bastard, actually knows how to make soup? ? ! !

I asked in my head: 9527, isn't this soup poisonous...?

[What time is the host? ] 9527's voice was also ignorant.

Me: "Um..."

Do your machines sleep too? ? ! !

[What happened to the machine?Machines have no human rights! !Who said machines can't sleep?I beat him to death! 】

As soon as 9527 woke up, he started bickering with his host, [Let's talk again!Host, you drank unconsciously yesterday, but you made a big fool of yourself! 】

"What's wrong?" I picked up the bowl, took a sip, and thought it tasted good.

[You hugged a rough guy and said "Honey, my house belongs to you tonight-"] I don't know how 9527 did it, but he just used his own cold mechanical voice to speak affectionately, making his little daughter shy.

"Pfft!!" A big mouthful of soup was sprayed out of my mouth just like that, and at this moment someone just opened the door and came in, so the soup didn't spray on the person's face at all.

I/9527: "..." Oh shit.

[Host, you dare to spray and repair big things after you're done! ! ] 9527 reacted immediately, and immediately roared.

I calmly put the soup in my hand on the table, gracefully picked up the handkerchief next to me to wipe my mouth, then sat down dignifiedly and reservedly, raised my eyes and said, "Xiu, you are late."

Xiu also casually took off his coat and put it on a chair beside him, took out the silk handkerchief in his pocket, wiped his face clean and said respectfully: "Wang, the handkerchief you wiped just now was used by my subordinates last night You wiped your feet."

"..." My face turned green.

I never expected that the atmosphere was so life and death when we separated, and it was so embarrassing when we met.

The air froze, and no one spoke for a while.

"Host, what color do you like?"

My face was indifferent, and my heart was pounding. I also wanted to ease my nervousness when I heard what 9527 said: blue and white porcelain, what's wrong?

[This system has already placed an order for you. After a while, you will be sent to the space for cremation after you die, which can just make an urn for you. 】

9527 was so moved that he wanted to cry, among so many systems, who else would help his host choose an urn!return!have!who!

I gritted my teeth: I thank your whole family, idiot 9527.

【Hmph, haw, host, you actually treat me like this, have you forgotten the old lady Rong by the Daming Lake? 】9527 took a small handkerchief, raised her orchid finger and acted softly.

I rolled my eyes hard in my heart, but being interrupted by the system like this, the tension in my heart did disappear a lot.

The sun is just right outside, the birds are chirping non-stop, the bread in the bakery has been freshly baked, and there is a faint smell of butter in the air.

When the two were silent, Xiu had already fetched water to help his king wash up. At this time, he was looking at the young man's fingers and squinting his eyes.

His eyelashes were as thick as black veil, and they were slightly drooping to hide the emotion in his eyes.

The silky long hair was tied up with a dark red headband, the corner of his mouth was smiling as usual, and his attitude was full of respect.

He didn't speak, and as a cold devil, I naturally wouldn't lower my posture to speak, but I stared at the bakery below the window in a daze.

Although they are actually playing idiom Solitaire with 9527, on the surface, the atmosphere is still very harmonious.

In fact, there are too many words to explain clearly, but I can't open my mouth when I reach my mouth.

I have never been a hypocritical person, and I am not a person when I am hypocritical.

Xiu gently stroked my finger, the pinhole has healed after these days of recuperation, the healing ability of the Demon King's body is indeed super strong, but the lost blood is not so easy to make up.

I'm not worried that he can see any scars on these white fingers.

"The king doesn't have anything to say to me?" An elegant and magnetic voice sounded in the room, with the tip of his tongue twitching at the last word, which made the original plain words carry some inexplicable meaning.

The fourth time Idiom Solitaire was still defeated by 9527. I knew that my little knowledge was no match for this rogue's search on the whole Internet. Just after the quarrel, Xiu came up with this sentence.

I said lightly: "Do you want to hear what the deity has to say?"

"Finger," the smile on Xiu's lips deepened, but it made people feel chills, "Who hurt you?"