Devil of Transmigration

It may be that God sees that the devil world is too idle, so he thinks of ways to have fun.

When he saw the flower mirror the next day, Xuanli couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of water.

"puff--"

The flower mirror holds a cup of tea on its head, with resentful eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xuanli quickly handed over a handkerchief and said, "I'm so surprised."

Huajing was not very angry, and wiped Xuanli's handkerchief on his face, "I don't blame you, actually... I was also surprised."

The little succubus standing behind the flower mirror saw Xuanli looking over, his face was reddish, he poked his head out from behind the flower mirror, and smiled embarrassedly: "Brother Xuanli is good~~"

It was the first time someone called him "Big Brother", and his voice was so soft and cute, Xuanli almost knelt down at that time.

The little succubus blinked and smiled.

"Wake up." Slapping Xuanli across the face, Huajing muttered unhappily, "I'm so charming, I didn't see any reaction from you, how come this little thing has confused everyone North, south, east, and west?"

Xuanli: "Huh?"

Unable to resist rolling her eyes, Huajing said, "My brother, Huaran."

"Brother?" Xuanli looked strange, "Why didn't I hear you say that?"

"Please, we are demons, who would care if I have a brother or sister; if this little guy hadn't come to find me, I guess I would never know that I have a brother in my whole life."

"Oh." After coldly expressing "I know", Xuanli squeezed through the mirror, ran to Huaran happily, and asked, "How old is Xiaohuaran? Do you want to be a magic servant?"

In stark contrast to before.

He also has the tone of a strange sorghum who abducts children.

Huajing: "..."

The little succubus tilted her head towards Xuanli, thought for a while, and said, "I'm four hundred years old. Can I be your demon attendant?" After speaking, he looked expectant.

Being so cute by another cute creature, Xuanli wished he could hug him and kiss him: "Of course."

Hua Jing, who was watching the whole process, suddenly had a chill in his neck, always feeling as if...something bad would happen.

"So, Xuanli won't come?" Mozun stood in the training ground, facing the sunlight, wiping the blood jade knife.

Hua Jing, who was kneeling beside her, swallowed with difficulty: "Yes."

Mozun glanced at him coldly and said, "Since he can't come, you can replace him."

After finishing speaking, with a twist of his wrist, the blood jade knife's brilliance flowed.

Huajing: "Wait, wait a minute."

Prior to this, Xuanli was overwhelmed by those old masters of Tianxuanzong, so during the period when he just came back, he even came here specially to seek experience from Lord Mozun.

Master Mozun waved his hand: OK, why don't you come to me at this time every day, and I will give you guidance.

Xuanli: o(n_n)o um!

In this way, the two of them had a "romantic" alone time.

Of course, this is only in the eyes of Mozun; in martial arts competitions, there will always be some physical contact, and, in the later stage, it can also be a theoretical basic class based on heart-to-heart talks, hehehehe...

Now, this cherished time is gone, what a joke!

With a turmoil in his mind, he made a big move without paying attention, and directly knocked down Hua Jing who was still struggling.

Demon Venerable: "..."

Walking over, he kicked Hua Jing who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead in distaste, Master Mozun took back the blood jade knife: "You are too weak."

Huajing who doesn't want to open his eyes at all: Thank you.

Sitting cross-legged beside Hua Jing, Mozun poked the "corpse" next to him and said, "Tell me about your brother."

Dedicated to playing dead: I didn't hear anything.

Seeing that Huajing didn't respond, Mozun snorted coldly, snapped his fingers, a small spark appeared on his fingertips, and then moved down—igniting Huajing's hair.

"Damn it!" A carp sat up straight, Hua Jing was in a hurry for fear of hitting his hair on fire, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt protein.

"I thought you would continue to pretend to be dead." While Huajing was in a hurry, Mozun looked down on him.

Hua Jing froze, quickly pushed back her scorched hair, and threw herself at Master Mozun: "Your Excellency, you can ask whatever you want, and the younger ones will know everything and answer you."

Turn to Xuanli again.

It feels so good to have a Kuonai younger brother, Xuanli smiled and watched Huaran carry the official documents for him.

Before Huaran came, Xuanli had always been the youngest magic general in Chongxiao Palace. Although the magic generals are actually ranked by force, when facing a rare, soft and cute junior, The rest of the magic generals will unconsciously look at Xuanli with a "benevolent" look.

Xuanli: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

It's obvious that you came up by virtue of force, but I'm still your boss!

Ask for respect.

Now, the appearance of Huaran satisfies Xuanli's psychology in a strange way.

Yo~~ I am finally not the youngest.

"Master Xuanli, do you think this is okay?" After sorting out the official documents, Huaran looked over and asked.

After all, Huaran did not have the permission of Master Mozun, so he did not have the authority to read the official documents; Xuanli usually changed too many official documents, and it would take extra time to sort them out, so as soon as his eyes rolled, Xuanli asked Huaran to help Classify the revised official documents into categories.

Although the workload is not heavy, but I'm new here.

"Yeah, yes." Xuanli nodded again and again, "You can rest now."

"Then... let me rub your shoulders for your lord." Hua Ran came over, stood beside Xuanli, and said, "Your lord has been sitting there without moving, and now I guess the shoulder is very sore."

Xuanli, who didn't feel anything at first, listened to Huaran's words, and somehow began to feel a pang of soreness crawling up his neck along his shoulder blades.Shaking his neck for a while, Xuanli said doubtfully: "It's really a little bit to hear you say that."

It can be regarded as agreeing with Huaran's statement.

Huaran pursed her lips and smiled, walked behind Xuanli, and put her hand on Xuanli's shoulder.

The moment I put it down, I felt the muscles under my hands tense, and then slowly relaxed.

After a pause, Huaran pretended not to know anything, and continued: "I learned a little massage technique from my mother, which should make adults feel more comfortable." After speaking, Huaran put her hands on several acupoints, rubbed up.

The craftsmanship of flower dyeing is not covered.

After just rubbing for a while, Xuanli was so comfortable that his eyes narrowed.

What Xuanli didn't notice was how softly Huaran, who was standing behind him, looked at him.

"Hmm—" Humming a coquettish voice from his nasal cavity, Xuanli softly and casually said, "Huaran, why did you come to Chongxiao Palace?"

After being silent for a while, Huaran replied: "To find someone."

Xuanli: "Is it looking for a flower mirror? It's really not easy for you—"

Huaran: "Not... my lord?"

In just a short while, Xuanli had already fallen asleep.

It was a little funny, Huaran stopped the massage, hesitated for a while, and finally walked to Xuanli's side, squatted down, and carefully looked at Xuanli's sleeping face.

Xuanli slept soundly, her eyelashes fluttered with her breathing, very cute.

Huaran laughed unconsciously, raised her hand, and drew Xuanli's facial features: My lord, that's great, I see you again.

Huajing and Huaran are half fathers.

Their mother is a succubus, but their father... Huajing doesn't know who his father is. Anyway, he guesses that he is the product of a one-night affair between a high-level demon and his mother; as for Huaran, he only knows his father's bloodline Not pure, he escaped alone.

Succubus are a very special group.In this demon world that respects martial arts, the status of succubi is very low, because their talents are all used in their skins.

To put it bluntly, many demons regard succubi as prostitutes.

So even if it is difficult for high-level demons to have their own offspring, Huajing's father doesn't want Huajing.

In desperation, Huajing's mother discarded Huajing.Because she doesn't think she can survive except by relying on other demons.

Comparing the two, naturally, oneself is more important.

However, thanks to Huajing's mother who abandoned him when he was very young, Huajing was lucky not to be brainwashed by the so-called "common sense" - that is, the succubus is lowly, and it is a dodder flower, except for relying on others , there is no way to survive.

Since he was a child, he fought against a group of children whose biological parents were unknown. Huajing's vitality was tenacious. It was not until he entered the Palace of Chongxiao that he realized, oh, so I am a succubus.

But Huaran is different, he is a standard succubus.

He is soft and weak, and there is a unique charm in every gesture and gesture. In addition, he is relatively small, so he looks even more pitiful.

According to Huaran herself, after her mother was married in by his father, she was always excluded by the main house.He couldn't stand the nasty things inside, so he boldly came to Chongxiao Palace and went to Huajing.

"So, you just brought him in like this?" Mozun's expression was ugly.

Hua Jing shrank her head: "I was going to refuse, but for some reason, I agreed in a daze."

"Did he ask to see Xuanli?"

"Yes."

"Oh." The demon sneered, "He asked, and you agreed? I am really curious, how did a succubus less than five hundred years old confuse your mind."

"It's not like that." Hua Jing quickly explained, "Hua Ran is a good man, he..." After speaking, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared, because Hua Jing sensed that something was wrong.

Mozun didn't speak, just looked at Huajing until Huajing drooped his head in cold sweat.

Just now, he was hinted at?

No, Huaran is only four hundred years old, so his mental strength should not be so overbearing... But, if not, how did he hint?