Heartthrob, he's always crashing

Shen Yanjun's head hurts a little.

The back of the young man trembled first, then turned around carefully and looked up at the man standing behind him.

The other party has jet-black hair, thick eyebrows, a pair of red eyes that are cool and stable, thin lips are lightly pursed, and a face that is not angry and prestige is five points similar to Zhu Tuo.

Such a big demon palace, how could he meet the demon king himself.

After sizing up the person, Shen Yanjun's face turned even paler, and he whispered: "The Demon Lord is not here today, and the servant came in ahead of time, and has not reported yet."

When the young man replied, his whole body was trembling, and he looked terribly frightened.

If he guessed correctly, the person sitting in the sedan chair he saw from the door should be the Demon King. A person who can possess such a magic weapon will not have a bad status and cultivation level in the Demon Realm. As if opening the door, only the Demon King and his son Zhu Tuo could be treated like this in the Demon Realm.

And he can be sure that the person in the sedan chair will not be Zhu Tuo, the other party is a flamboyant character, and as long as there is no need to appear in a particularly mysterious event, the sedan chair selected by Zhu Tuo will definitely be ventilated on all sides, for fear that he will not be able to show himself, and there will be more people around him. Followed by a few entourages.

"In that case, why do you hide your face?" The devil looked down at the top of the young man's head, his voice was full of inquiry, and the question was sharp.

Shen Yanjun was stunned for a moment, covering his face with one hand, a trace of unconfidence and injury appeared in his eyes, he pursed his mouth, took a deep breath, and then said in a softer voice: "You are ugly, I dare not face each other with my true face. Small tricks are nothing more than self-deception."

When he spoke, his voice was trembling, with a crying tone, as if he was frightened and recalled a tragic past.

The devilish energy on the young man's body is not heavy, it doesn't look like it's very powerful, and he himself tried his best to shrink his breath, now he looks like a non-aggressive, trembling animal that is ready to be slaughtered. Average bunny.

Seeing his appearance, the Demon King's eyes gradually deepened, and the devilish aura and coercion on his body began to overflow, "I want to see what you look like."

Shen Yanjun trembled, with tears in his eyes all the time, while thinking in his heart, could he have been exposed?

Just when the devil reached out to grab Shen Yanjun's arm, the young man's clothes were suddenly pulled, and he took half a step back, "Why are you still here? I'll wait for your cakes until the tea is finished."

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and a huge stone fell from Shen Yanjun's heart. He bent down and bowed a few times in cooperation, "The prince is hungry, slavery deserves death."

"Oh, you still know you're wrong?" Zhu Tuo glanced at him coldly, then raised his eyes to look at his father, "My people, I will deal with them myself."

He met the demon king's eyes, with a look of annoyance on his brows, "You are not allowed to touch it."

"Sweetheart?" Seeing his son's expression, the Demon King suddenly laughed and teased.

Zhu Tuo frowned slightly, and felt a piercing gaze sweeping behind him in the next moment. He raised his eyebrows and straightened his back, "Can you stop seeing someone and just fall in love? The ones in your yard are not enough?"

"Not enough," the devil answered very simply, he glanced at Shen Yanjun with a little nostalgia, and suppressed his aroused interest, "You are not young anymore, it's time to have someone by your side. You haven't touched anyone yet, have you?"

When Zhu Tuo heard that his father started to mention this matter, his face was full of rejection, "It's none of your business whether you touch it or not. If you want to pass on the family, go back to the yard and build it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Tuo waved his sleeves, turned to look at Shen Yanjun, "Come back with me, next time you don't remember the way, I will let you walk a hundred times!"

"Thank you, prince, for the atonement." Shen Yanjun nodded to the Demon King, and then left with Zhu Tuo.

The two walked all the way to Zhu Tuo's bedroom before the young man sat down on the ground, "I'll go, I'm scared to death, your father is too scary."

"You know it's scary and you still run to me?" Zhu Tuo walked to the side table and poured a cup of tea for someone, "Returning slaves?"

"Otherwise? I'll just deliver the food," the young man drank in one breath, and suddenly sensed something was wrong, "Huh? No, how do you know I'm there? And you can recognize me."

Zhu Tuo sat on a chair beside him, poured himself a cup of tea, and lifted his chin after taking a sip, "Didn't I say that before? I recognize you even when you turn into ashes, but this time your place is between him and you." I said."

Shen Yanjun turned his head, and saw a big white wolf standing at Zhu Tuo's door, and there was a bit of resentment in the other's eyes.

The young man smiled hurriedly, and opened his hand towards the other party, "Come and hug, thank you, I just didn't plan well this time."

The white wolf looked very reluctant, but ran quickly into his arms, with most of its weight on him.

Zhu Tuo narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered the corners of his raised lips, and asked, "Is this your new spiritual pet? Why do you look so shameless?"

"Speak well, why are you shameless?" Shen Yanjun glared at him, "It is not my new spiritual pet, and this time, he is the savior wolf who saved me twice."

"Then I saved you just now." Zhu Tuo pointed at himself with dissatisfaction.

Shen Yanjun rubbed the fur of the wolf, and said in a good mood: "Okay, I will add you."

"Then do I have a hug?" Zhu Tuo opened his hands.

"No." Shen Yanjun refused without mercy.

The white wolf that had stretched out its claws quietly retracted them.

Zhu Tuo hummed a little hurt, "Cut, my savior, that's all."

"I can give you something else, my lord prince," Shen Yanjun got up from the ground, sat down on the table opposite Zhu Tuo, and said, "I said a while ago that I would get you a new magic pet, but now I'm not here gone?"

"The main purpose of your coming here isn't the magic pet?" Although he didn't know what kind of tricks Shen Yanjun was playing, it definitely wouldn't be a good thing.

"Don't be like this, we have such a good relationship, it's too much for you to say that." Shen Yanjun lifted the pastry box up, "I made it myself, try it."

"You still know how to make pastries?" Zhu Tuo raised his eyebrows lightly, and opened the pastry box, and there were several plates of beautiful and delicate pastries lying inside, "When did you make it?"

"Last year," Shen Yanjun felt greedy when he smelled the aroma of pastries. He looked at the other party's widened eyes and continued, "I put it in the ring, and the time is fixed, and I kept forgetting to eat it... No, I forgot to bring it to you, try it quickly, it is probably still warm."

"Put it in the box I gave you?" Zhu Tuo glanced at him in disgust, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. OK."

The young man watched the other party eat one piece after another, and poured a cup of tea for him. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the white wolf staring at the pastry box. He nodded the other party's pricked ear, and said: "This thing You can't eat it, next time I'll make you something you can eat."

After Zhu Tuo heard this, he shook the pastry in his hand and showed a big ironic smile, "Oh, what a tragedy, this is what you get when you lose something~ Oh, it's delicious."

He squinted his eyes and took a sip of his tea, his eyes fell on Shen Yanjun again, and the smile in his eyes slowly dropped.

He felt something was wrong from just now. After eating the pastry in his hand, the man took out a towel and slowly wiped off the oil stains, then propped his chin with one hand and asked, "At first I thought it was on my father's body, but looking at it now, Those demonic energy really emanated from the little pig..."

The man smiled, but burst out with strong and intense killing intent, "Which bastard made it?"

The author has something to say: Zhu Tuo: sarcastically and secretly.

Chu Qinghan: Endure the humiliation.

Shen Yanjun: What?