The male supporting role in Quick Transmigration, please don't be a demon

Chapter 267 Your Monster 5
Originally, she wanted to find a time to go out and find this boy.

Now that people deliver it to their door, it doesn't need to be so troublesome.

Putting him on the sofa, Mu Zuihuan went into the kitchen.

Feng Jin, who was in a coma, was not quiet, his brows were tightly frowned, his head was still shaking, and he shouted: "Don't...don't eat me..."

Mu Zuihuan ate the chicken drumstick and looked at him with interest.

Without thinking too much, he must have dreamed that he ate him.

He raised his hand and touched his face, does she look like the kind of monster who can eat people?
Well, cannibalism is not good, but it is still very possible to borrow some blood to drink.

Thinking of the taste of sucking this young man's blood, Mu Zui gulped happily.

She was very interested in this boy.

He is obviously just an ordinary person, but he is different from ordinary people. He can actually see Hidden Demon Alley and even walk in it.

His blood was also very strange. Just a few sips of it gave her the strength to go home.

What amazed her the most was that no matter whether it was a member of the arrest team or an ordinary person, they would be amazed when they saw her appearance, but he was the only one whose eyes were full of horror.

In his sight, what was she like?
He gnawed on the chicken leg and looked at the boy who was sleeping restlessly. The aroma of the chicken leg made the boy's nose twitch.

Mu Zuihuan raised his eyebrows and quickly put the chicken drumstick in front of the young man's nose.

The young man sniffed hard twice, his eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.

Mu Zuihuan smiled at him: "Are you awake?"

Then, the boy rolled his eyes and passed out again.

Mu Zuihuan: "..."

He firmly refused to admit that the young man was fainted by her fright, he must have been horrified by her beauty, and then fainted by the shock of this incomparable beauty!

Although she made excuses for herself, Mu Zuihuan was still not very happy.

Among those who pinched the boy, after waking him up, he said viciously: "Don't faint! If you faint again, I will take this opportunity to drain your blood!"

The boy's eyes widened, his eyes were dark, and he tried his best not to faint.

He is afraid of death...

'cuckoo'

juvenile:"……"

Mu Zuihuan: "..."

Then, Mu Zuihuan took out a chicken leg from the plate on the coffee table and stuffed it into the boy's mouth.

The boy with the chicken leg in his mouth really wanted to put the chicken leg aside, but his stomach was playing tricks.

The young man swallowed subconsciously, the rich aroma of chicken drumsticks penetrated into the tip of his nose, and the juice flowed into his mouth, he immediately lost his bones.

Between being a starving ghost and a starved ghost, the young man decisively chose to be a starved ghost.

He focused entirely on eating, and his fear of Mu Zuihuan immediately disappeared.

Mu Zuihuan shook his head amusedly, and sat next to him, eating chicken legs together.

Throwing the chicken bone away, Mu Zuihuan said, "Do you want to eat it with rice?"

The boy's eyes sparkled: "Is there?"

"In the kitchen, serve it yourself."

The young man is gone. Anyway, he can't refuse whatever this banshee wants to do to him, so he can just live his last days well.

As if venting, he ate most of the chicken drumsticks with rice, touched his stomach in satisfaction, and closed his eyes: "Come on, I'm ready!"

Mu Zuihuan raised his eyebrows and looked, and saw the young man sitting there upright, straightened his back, with a generous expression on his face.

Mu Zuihuan: "What's the hurry, go wash the dishes."

"Oh."

The boy stupidly opened his eyes and stood up. After washing the dishes, he realized what he was doing.

Courage is not always available.

Just now he blushed, thinking that he was good enough, after all, which monster would take care of human beings before eating them, whether they were hungry or full?

I think this banshee is still moral, let him be a full ghost.

After spending some time washing the dishes, the young man who was full of courage to face death suddenly became timid again.

As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die. If you can live, who wants to die?

The boy stayed in the kitchen, his face was rosy after eating a full meal, but after recollecting it, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The legs that stood up straight trembled slowly, and the amplitude became larger and larger.

Fearing that he would lose his footing and fall down and make a noise, the young man supported the sink, holding on forcibly.

Thinking about it, it would be worth living a little longer.

He must not make any noise to attract the banshee who didn't seem to think of eating him for the moment.

"Are you washing the dishes, or are you firing porcelain to make them? It takes so long?"

It's over, the banshee didn't forget him at all, but was waiting for him to go out and bring it to her to eat.

Cold sweat began to break out on the young man's forehead, and his legs turned in one direction uncontrollably. As the young man silently begged, "Don't go out," he walked out of the kitchen with trembling legs.

Seeing Mu Zuihuan lazily leaning on the sofa, looking over with half-closed eyes, his legs went limp for an instant, and he couldn't hold himself back and rushed forward.

This time he fell just like last time. He did not touch the ground. Instead, he was caught by the banshee again.

He wanted to faint again, anyway, he fainted several times in front of the banshee, this time is not too bad.

But maybe it was because he was full that he couldn't faint.

He could only stand stiffly, smelling the fragrance of the banshee.

Mu Zuihuan hugged the boy, his eyes sparkled with novelty.

She has always been alone, except for fighting, she has basically never had any physical contact with others.

The first intimate contact was in Hidden Demon Alley a few days ago.

It was in order to have the strength to return home that he made an exception and attacked a human for the first time.

The second intimate contact was also with this young man. She forcibly dragged him into the house in her arms.

According to her personality, no matter who he fainted and fell in front of her, she would just stand by and watch.

It may be out of interest, let her mind her own business and protect him from falling down.

She moved her fingers, and the boy was actually taller than her, and he was so soft in her arms that she was a little reluctant to let go.

"what's your name?"

Teenager: If you want to eat someone, do you have to ask for their name?So particular?

He answered honestly: "Feng Jing, be cautious in words and deeds."

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

The young man almost cried, you are a monster!Can I not be afraid of you?
Mu Zuihuan understood his expression, and said, "The woman who lives opposite me also knows that I am a demon, but she is not afraid of me. What exactly do you see in your eyes?"

The boy opened his eyes and glanced at the side of Mu Zuihuan's head, shaking his whole body: "Sable, a snow-white sable. There is also a cat squatting on its head, a cat with black and green eyes..."

Mu Zuihuan's expression changed, and he narrowed his eyes to look at the boy carefully.

"Feng Jin... Who else is in your family? Who is your ancestor?"

The young man was stunned and didn't understand why she asked this question, but he still answered seriously: "I, I am an orphan, I don't know who is in my family, and I don't know who my ancestors are."

Mu Zuihuan loosened him a bit, and put him on the sofa: "Can you tell which one is a demon from the crowd, and see the other party's real body?"

The boy nodded quickly.

"It was born, or did something happen to make it happen?"

"God, born."

"That's right."

The only person who can innately distinguish between humans and demons, and can also see the demon's true form, is the Feng family, which was extremely prosperous hundreds of years ago.

Such a person, in the Feng family, there are only direct descendants, and only one direct descendant in each generation has such ability.

After five generations, no such person was born in the next three generations, and the Feng family declined, and there was no news after that.

When she thought that there would never be another Feng family who was born to argue with demons, they appeared in front of her by accident.

(End of this chapter)