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"Do you have to be so pitiful?"

With a smile on her face, Angela's body was clean, keeping all the rain out. The Holy Lord rushed out a second ago, and she hadn't reacted yet.

Wait until we chased for several kilometers.

I realized later that the devil's mind is so fragile.

The Holy Lord raised his head and met those eyes full of teasing.

He raised his hand, pulled it forward, and held Angela's waist tightly.

"Forehead.... "

Myers was stuck in the middle and struggled to get his head out.

"You're all wet!"

"hehe--"

"I'll bake it dry."

The Holy Lord laughed muffledly and rested his head on Angela's neck. What he smelled was a scent that made him feel at ease.

The vibration of the chest cavity was transmitted to the big and small ones in front of him.

This feeling... has never happened in thousands of years.

He used his arms to lift Angela up horizontally, with Mels lying in Angela's arms.

"what--"

Myers' face turned red with excitement. His father was so great. He was in his mother's arms, and his father was hugging his mother.

"Mom, am I heavy?"

"Not heavy~" Angela smiled.

"Little devil~ hold me tight~"

Myers understood what his father meant in an instant, and stretched out his short arms to hug his mother's neck so that his weight would not be too heavy for her.

In the rain.

The tall and straight devil, holding his treasure, walked slowly, as if it was not him who was caught in the rain just now.

"Next time I won't chase you for five kilometers."

"Not anymore."

"Mom, did Dad start to cry just now?"

"Bullshit, demons never shed tears!"

"......"

"I am also a demon. Every time I cry, my mother will kiss me, but my father never cries!"

Angela was listening with great pleasure and was about to laugh when she felt a strange gaze falling on her.

Raise an eyebrow.

"What are you looking at?"

The Holy Lord paused and looked forward. "My Queen."

Chinatown.

A black car stopped in front of Dad's antique shop.

Sheriff Blake straightened his coat and walked in.

"Bad news! All the Black Hand thugs have escaped from prison!"

"what?!"

"Did the Holy Lord do this?"

"Did Angela do this?"

"No, it's not.... it's a new demon."

"what!!!"

Jackie Chan overreacted this time. If it was the Holy Lord Angela, he would not be surprised.

"Yes, do you want to watch the video~"

He pulled out a pitch-black videotape from behind him.

.....

In the kitchen, the tall figure of Youzai Youzai using fire magic to cook soup looked a bit out of place.

Her long golden hair was simply tied up and fell behind her.

He doesn't look like a devil, but has been nurtured into a househusband by the happy life in these few months.

She only wore a pink apron on her upper body, revealing her muscular features.

"Father~"

"I want to know how to make a potion of dark energy~" Mels came in with a bunch of things. He sniffed and the disgusting smell came again.

Feeling a little nauseous.

"Want to try it?"

He raised his smile maliciously. He was still in the practice period, and he knew the taste of the food he was making.

"I do not--"

Myers shook his head wildly.

hum-

The magic power in the air fluctuated for a moment.

The Holy Lord's head turned slowly, his deep eyes covered with black lines.

An old friend is coming...

"Father, you still have to teach me!!!"

"Here comes ~ little devil ~"

With a wave of his hand, the bubbling soup in the pot with a strange smell disappeared, and they walked out of the room one after another.

The Holy Lord had a defiant look on his face, but he was extremely serious in teaching his little devil.

"Look, you added extra thunderstones here."

"But mom..."

"Mom is great, but you are not! You are still a little devil~"

"so--"

呲——

The blue mist rose into the sky, wrapped in wisps of black air, and slowly appeared.

a long time.

The Holy Lord supported his chin with one hand, leaning against the sofa bored.

"Little devil~"

"Do you want a ghost army~?"

"What is that——"

Myers said innocently, "My ghost army~"

"What? Are you willing to give your Ghost Army to Mels~"

As soon as Angela entered the door, she heard the voice of the Holy Lord. Even a selfish devil could be so kind.

"Oh~ Angela~"

"That's my Black Shadow Corps. What I want to give to Mels is the Ghost Corps~"

The joyful Saint walked towards Angela, still with great strength, and held her in his arms, "Why would we be reluctant to part with our child?"

Angela rolled her eyes at him, "Humph, I hope you can really do what you say."

Mels' eyes sparkled as he looked at the Holy Lord expectantly, "Dad, is the Ghost Army super powerful?"

The Holy Lord squatted down and touched Mels' head, "Of course, little devil, but I have to take them back first!"

Tara——

Those poor masks

His defeated opponent...

"I'm going, I'm going!"

The little bean immediately turned into a little golden dragon and rolled in the air.

"Have you learned the dark aura extraction magic???"

Angela spoke directly without any hesitation.

"Of course!"

When two pairs of similar blood-red eyes met, both could see the cunning in them.

The ultimate dark night.

The black air entangled the white body unscrupulously, and Angela could no longer bear it.

"you--"

"My Queen~"

"For the last time~"

The devil's scarlet eyes were extremely eye-catching in the dark night. "I love you."

"Everything I have is yours."

The cunning demon is best at seducing his treasure.

"You are mine too, we love each other deeply."

The low voice is both a confession and a curse. The devil and the witch will be together forever.

.....

Mels lay on the bed depressed and annoyed. Ever since his father came back, he had to sleep in the middle, with his father and mother on either side.

Later he often fell off the bed.

I woke up in the morning covered with a pillow.

He couldn't figure out how he managed to cross a barrier as big as his father's and end up on the ground on his father's side.

Later, his father said he wanted to be independent, so he was kicked out of that warm room.

Can't sleep~ He's obviously less than four years old~

Blinking and staring at the wall next to you.

......

A huge blood-red mask floated in the air, sneering at the ridiculous attack method of the human in front of it.

"ridiculous--"

Jackie Chan wielded the stick in his hand with great vigor, but the key point was that he never hit the target once and he exhausted himself greatly.

"Dad, have you found it——"

boom--

The steel bar fell and hit his foot.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Bend over and hold your feet and jump around.

Just as he bent down, a wave of fire passed by his head, and the huge impact force carried away everything around.

The mask froze.

boom! ! !

Tara was hit directly and her entire mask flew out backwards.

"Tara~"

"Long time no see~"

A still arrogant voice came~