Demon King Daddy [Quick Transmigration]

A year later, in the northern star region of the Galactic Empire, on a very small planet with only one city.

This is not the imperial capital star, and you can't enjoy the four seasons like spring that only the imperial capital star has.It happened to be winter at this time, and after a snowfall, the whole planet was covered in silver, looking crystal clear and very beautiful.

There are hardly any pedestrians on the streets of the planet. Occasionally someone passes by, also wrapped in a heavy coat, and hurrying, leaving a long string of lonely footprints on the snow.

But the planet as a whole is very beautiful.

This place is almost at the edge of the Galactic Empire, and there are not many residents. Although the planet is small, it can be regarded as a vast land and sparsely populated.

Each family has an independent house, and most of the houses have gardens, and some even have two gardens at the front and back.

At this time, the door on the first floor of one of the two-story houses was opened, and a group of small balls quickly rolled out of it.

The little round ball ran to the next door, like a cute sparrow, pounced on the door of the house, and knocked on the door with a "bang bang".

"Teacher Tang." Xiao Yuanqiu's voice was innocent and sweet, "Mom asked me to bring you hot grilled chicken wings."

With a sound of "squeak", the door opened from the inside, and a rush of warmth rushed out, making Xiao Tuanzi at the door squint his eyes comfortably.

"Come in, little walnut." The young man inside the door smiled.

Compared with a year ago, his hair is longer, half covering his beautiful maroon eyes.

The smile in his eyes was even warmer, with a straight bridge of nose, when he looked down at the door, his thin lips slightly raised, and he smiled happily.

After he finished speaking, he stepped aside and opened the door, allowing the child at the door to enter the warm room.

Little Walnut is almost eight years old this year. Standing in the elegant and tidy living room, he turned his head to show the young man a bright smile.

He carefully took out the thing he was protecting in his arms, which was wrapped in a pack of kraft paper.

Little Walnut put it on the coffee table, and slowly lifted the kraft paper with his fleshy little fingers.

"Hiss." He couldn't help reaching out and pinching his ears, "Teacher Tang, come and eat, it's still hot."

While talking, Little Walnut turned his head to look at the tall and straight young man, and showed a bright smile again.

"Okay." The young man smiled at him, walked slowly to the tea table and sat down.

He was wearing a soft, light brown woolen sweater, black trousers, and his short black hair was neatly trimmed, with only the forehead hair hanging slightly, half covering his left eye.

When he laughed, there were two small dimples on his face, which made him look very handsome.

Little Walnut stared blankly at him.

There is no better-looking person on this planet than a young man.

And the other party knows so much, he will tell him a lot of good stories, he can also make delicious snacks and dishes, he can even make wooden swords, and he will patiently teach him fighting skills...

In the eyes of children, the other party is almost like a god.

So whenever his mother cooks something delicious, he is always the first to think of "Ms. Tang" and quickly deliver it while it's hot.

The young man sat down at the coffee table, and the meat pie was wrapped in kraft paper, and the hot air brought the aroma of the food.

He reached for one and turned to look at Little Walnut.

The child knelt on the cushion on the ground, lying obediently beside the coffee table, with his hands on the coffee table, resting his fleshy chin. His clear eyes were wide open, and he was looking at the young man expectantly.

The young man's heart softened, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

He reached out and pinched Little Walnut's cheek, and handed him the first pie: "No, here you are."

The child shook his head desperately: "This is for the teacher, I still have it at home."

"It's boring to eat alone, can you eat with me?" The young man smiled again, and his voice became gentle.

"But……"

"I also cooked fish soup." The young man smiled and said, "Winter and pies are the best."

As he spoke, he got up and went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of fish soup for the child and himself.

The sweet aroma, accompanied by the steam of the milky white fish soup, began to permeate the room.

Coupled with the smell of pie, although the living room is not big, it looks so warm under the soft light.

The young man supported his chin with one hand, watching Little Walnut happily finish the fish soup and pie, and finally burped in satisfaction.

He couldn't help but smiled again, and stretched out his hand to rub the top of the other's head twice.

The child's soft short hair brushed against his palm, and the young man's eyes gradually became a little dim.

Little Walnut obediently put down the soup bowl, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and then returned to the living room.

During the year, he came here many times.

At first, he was a little scared, because the young man who suddenly moved next door to his house really didn't look like the uncles he was familiar with.

But a child probably has the most keen and innocent intuition, and he soon discovers that the youth loves him and welcomes him to play at his home.

Slowly, Little Walnut came to see the young man once a week, and now, he runs here almost every day when he has time.

Although he is not yet eight years old, he also vaguely feels that the way young people look at him sometimes is a bit strange.

She was clearly looking at him, but she didn't seem to be looking at him.

Talking to him at this time often doesn't get a response.

Little Walnut has long been used to getting along with each other like this, so he continued to sit obediently, and took out the book prepared for him by the young man beside him and began to read it seriously.

The pictures on the book are mainly pictures, even if he looks like it, he will not find it boring and laborious at all.

About half an hour later, the fire in the fireplace suddenly made a "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep".

"Sorry..." The young man seemed to have come back to his senses.

He smiled slightly at Little Walnut: "I was distracted just now."

"Teacher Tang, you don't need to say sorry." Little Walnut looked up at him, "Mom said that she was missing the person she wanted to see."

He smiled a little slyly: "Mom sometimes misses Dad, and she does the same. I understand."

After all, the young man's expression was a bit darker than before. He rubbed Little Walnut's hair in silence, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the other party deliberately pretending to be a little adult.

"Teacher." Little Walnut put away the picture book and sat upright, "Are you also missing your father?"

The young man couldn't help laughing.

He sighed softly, shook his head with a smile, looked at Little Walnut's expression eager to hear the story, and said softly, "I'm missing my son."

He stretched out his hand and roughly gestured: "He is two years older than you, and should be so much taller than you now..."

While talking, he compared his chest: "He is also a handsome boy who likes to read and fight..."

…Now, they should be receiving the best education and careful care in the most prosperous imperial capital of the Galactic Empire.

The young man added silently in his heart.

He turned his head and looked out of the window. At some point, the snow began to fall again. The sky became dark, and it was almost impossible to see the scene in the distance.

Of course, he couldn't see the person who was far away in the imperial capital.