Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

Satisfied with food and drink, he ate the roasted rabbit leg that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside—well, according to the habits of this book world, it should be called a roasted white fleeing animal leg—only two bones were left After that, Wang Xiaoming touched his oily lips with the back of his hand, smacked his mouth twice, and said a little dissatisfied: "It would be perfect if I had a can of Coke at this time."

At this time, Lucifer chuckled lightly after roasting the other leg, held the rabbit leg in one hand, and pulled Wang Xiaoming up from the ground with the other: "Let's go home and continue eating."

"Why do you want to go home?!" Wang Xiaoming got up, patted the animal skin skirt, and asked strangely, "I'm not full yet!"

"Coke can only come back." Lucifer stuffed the rabbit leg into Wang Xiaoming's hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, and led him back.

"Hmm?! Is there a Coke?!" Wang Xiaoming's eyes lit up, he grabbed the rabbit's leg with one hand, and Lucifer's arm with the other, and asked with a smile, "God! Is there any pendant missing?!"

Lucifer shook his entangled arm slightly: "Hand pendant?"

"Are you missing something?" Wang Xiaoming blinked at Lucifer quickly.

"No shortage." Lucifer replied with a smile.

"Then what pendant do you lack?" Wang Xiaoming took a bite of the roasted rabbit leg, and said solemnly, "I can even hang it!"

Lucifer's eyes turned around on Wang Xiaoming's face, then turned back to look at the road ahead, and said a little coldly: "There is no shortage of pendants, but the shell."

"Huh? Ah?" Wang Xiaoming didn't understand what Lucifer's words meant, and he couldn't help thinking, did he miss something that suddenly became popular when he was busy exercising and didn't surf the Internet these days, "What shell?"

"Turtle shell."

"Ah??" Wang Xiaoming was even more confused, what and what and what? !What are netizens thinking now? !Can you still have fun?

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's confused and puzzled look, Lucifer couldn't help but chuckled.

Wang Xiaoming blinked his eyes twice, then let go of Lucifer's arm, and said righteously: "God! Are you molesting me again?!" Although he didn't understand what the turtle shell meant, it didn't hinder He understands the situation.

"Again?!" Lucifer stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Wang Xiaoming's neck, and led him to continue walking home, "Tell me, when and in what way did I molested you?!"

"Then tell me what the tortoise shell means just now!" Wang Xiaoming won't be fooled by Lucifer. If he really said one by one, wouldn't he be considered a small-minded person with too much self-will? people? !

"Of course a tortoise shell is a tortoise shell," Lucifer asked naturally, "What do you think it is?"

'I want to know, do I still need to ask you? ! Wang Xiao took a look at Lucifer, and took a hard bite of the roasted rabbit leg: "That man, your hobbies are quite special!"

"It's not very special, but I like it," Lucifer chuckled, leaned into Wang Xiaoming's ear, and said softly, "There is only one of the three thousand worlds."

Wang Xiaoming's heart stopped beating for an instant, and then suddenly jumped up: "Big, big, male god..."

"En?" Lucifer continued to ask in Wang Xiaoming's ear without changing his posture, "What's wrong?"

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, then suddenly became violent, and asked loudly: "Aren't you finished yet?!"

Lucifer was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, even tears came out: "Xiao Ming, you are so funny!"

Wang Xiaoming gave Lucifer a hard look, and walked quickly to the house, muttering while walking: "I will bear it! I will bear it! I will bear it!"

Lucifer, who was left behind by Wang Xiaoming, after laughing enough, quickly chased after him, took the ice cola that came out and shook it in front of Wang Xiaoming's eyes: "Do you still want it?"

"No more!" Wang Xiaoming avoided Lucifer's hand and continued to walk home.

"I really don't want it anymore?" Lucifer asked while chasing after Wang Xiaoming's footsteps, "Your favorite ice cola."

"No! My favorite is freshly made iced Coke!" Wang Xiaoming retorted righteously, "The kind that's full of energy."

"Huh? You mean this?" In the next second, the can of Coke in Lucifer's hand was replaced by a paper cup of Coke, which was still from KFC.

Wang Xiaoming paused slightly: "You even have this, why is there no ingredients!"

Lucifer was also taken aback, a little puzzled why Wang Xiaoming suddenly brought up this matter again: "Ingredients and so on, just grab and go."

"..." Wang Xiaoming, who couldn't even catch a wounded white fleeing beast, silently reached out and took the Coke from Lucifer, "God, please consider our little transparent self-esteem. "He didn't forgive Lucifer for molesting himself, he needed Coke to appease his beaten self-esteem.

Lucifer rubbed Wang Xiaoming's hair, put his arms around him and continued to walk forward: "Then I will store more in the future."

While drinking Coke, Wang Xiaoming gnawed on the roasted rabbit leg, and looked at Lucifer suspiciously. He always felt that something was wrong with Lucifer since he came to the book world.

With doubts that he didn't understand, Wang Xiaoming dreamed that he was pressed by Lucifer on a huge turtle-shaped bed that night, and he tossed and turned all night.When Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes the next day, he was in a daze.

Although he was shocked by the dream last night, he still had to work today, so Wang Xiaoming didn't even have a chance to think carefully about what was going on, so he was dragged by Lucifer who also got up late to wash up quickly. At the last second of departure, the team arrived at the entrance of the village.

However, Wang Xiaoming and the others were not the latest ones to arrive today, because Bai Mian, another sub-beast who had been working with Wang Xiaoming, didn't come at all today—and not only did he not come today, but he also didn't come in the next three days. Come.

Until the sixth day after the Beast God Sacrifice, when Wang Xiaoming looked at Bai Mian, who was covering his whole body, except his face, all his skin was wrapped in thick animal skin, floating over like a ghost, this Wang Xiaoming, who has been struggling with the content of his erotic dream for two days, finally suddenly realizes that Bai Mian is the original body of the protagonist who was impaled by a human soul on the night of the Beast God Festival, and the one who appears here is of course the protagonist.

"Bai Mian is sick?" The patriarch looked at Bai Mian, then turned to ask his male beast.