A companion beast dressed as the villain of the Great Demon King

Lying on the hard wooden bed in the middle of the night, the devil's hand was placed on Ling Jiu's back and patted gently. He was very skilled in coaxing him to sleep, but Ling Jiu couldn't fall asleep at all.

"Qing Rang." He looked up at the beautiful face in front of him, "Have you already unlocked the code on the map?"

The demon king's eyes were as calm as water, and he gently brushed back the broken hair on Ling Jiu's forehead, but did not answer.

Ling Jiu thought of the face and silence of the demon king when he saw the map that day, and a guess flashed in his mind.

The Demon King probably already knew the meaning of the password at that time, but he didn't know why he didn't say it clearly.

He will insist on coming forward in person, is it related to this?

The Demon King didn't answer, Ling Jiu changed the question, "Then do you know what he kept?"

"Him?" The Demon King was puzzled.

"Cough, me." Ling Jiu felt guilty.

The devil played with his hair, and after a while he said in a low voice, "No matter what, as long as it belongs to you, I have to get it back."

Ling Jiu heard this sentence, and the Demon King didn't know what it was.

The two were silent for a long time with their own concerns. Seeing that he was still awake, Ling Jiu said softly, "You can tell me what's on your mind."

The devil just shook his head and refused to say anything.

After meeting the Demon King, Ling Jiu felt that she had fully acquired the skill points for interpreting micro-expressions.

On the other hand, he was very calm, but he could tell that the other party was too anxious to fall asleep.

This kind of boredom is unbearable, Ling Jiu lost face, buried in Ling Jiu's arms, rolled and acted like a baby, "Qing Rang, tell me~ tell me, okay~ If you don't tell me, I will sleep all night Can't catch~"

The devil was at a loss by him, and after a while he whispered: "...I don't know how to repair houses."

ah?That's it?

You've been thinking about this all night?

Demon King: "The third child may be able to repair it, I will call him over tomorrow."

Ling Jiu patted him with his wings, with a helpless expression on his face, "Don't call him, I will."

Receiving his skeptical look, Ling Jiu didn't know what to laugh at. This kind of simple structure house is not too difficult to rebuild, let alone repair it.

Ling Jiu threw the devil down directly, hugged him and hummed a lullaby.

Early the next morning, Ling Jiu touched the side. The bed was cold, and the hair on his head was curled up. He sat up and saw that the Demon King was no longer there.

A fresh fragrance wafted in from the window, and he jumped off the bed and walked out in a daze.

"Qing Rang?"

He searched around, and when he got to the corridor outside the house, he heard noises in the backyard.

Ling Jiu leaned over the corner of the wall and looked over. The Demon King was standing in front of the stone mortar with his sleeves rolled up, pounding something, and the old man was supervising the work.

"Yes, mash some more."

The devil's hand was full of green juice, and even his face was scratched. He controlled the strength and pounded it for a while, then asked the old man, "What about now?"

The old man looked at it with his hands behind his back, "It's almost done, let's filter the juice out with gauze."

The devil took the gauze and tore it up accidentally, and took another piece without tearing it up, but when it was filtered, it leaked and splashed everywhere.

Seeing that he was clumsy, the old man tried to help him several times but was refused.

Demon King: "I want to do it myself."

"Take your time." The old man smiled with crooked eyebrows, "It's his blessing to be your child."

"It's not my child." The Demon King replied casually, then paused suddenly, and looked at the old man seriously, "Do I look very old?"

"Not old, at most a hundred years old, right? I heard that humanoids usually die at two hundred years old, so you are indeed young."

The level of monsters is different, and the length of life span is also very different, but the life span of humanoids is generally between [-] and [-] years old.

The demon king whose actual age is a few more zeros: "..." I don't know if I should be happy or not.

Ling Jiu crouched in the corner and laughed secretly, watching the devil messing with grass, filtering, kneading dough, making a mess and making himself dirty, he could watch it all day long.

Just because he said something delicious, this man got up early in the morning and put down his body to learn how to make cakes with the old man.

What kind of devil is this, he is an angel!It's too cute, huh.

He didn't go to the yard until the devil and the old man went to the kitchen.

Walk around the house to get an overview of what needs to be fixed.

Ling Jiu has a little bit of perfectionism, either don’t do it, or do it to the best, although it’s just a repair, it can’t be too casual.

When he entered the room, the Demon King just came out with the prepared grass rice cakes.

Ling Jiu pretended to have just discovered it, and flew over in surprise, "Qing Rang, did you do this?"

"Yeah." The Demon King supported him to sit by the fire. Thinking of the production process, he was not confident and a little disappointed, "Maybe it won't taste good."

Ling Jiu raised his hand to wipe off the powder on his face, and looked at the plate of rice cakes in his hand.

In terms of appearance, the cake list made by the devil is indeed not as exquisite as the old man's, but it has made great progress compared to the first time.

Just for this effort, it is worth it for him.

The devil watched him eat it nervously, and prepared a glass of water at hand, in case he would suddenly kneel down again.

Ling Jiu bit down, and there was a loud cracking sound, thankful that she is not a human now, otherwise she might not be able to keep her small baby teeth.

Hearing this voice, the Demon King knew that he had failed.

Demon King: "Don't eat it."

He reached out to take the cake from Ling Jiu's hand, but Ling Jiu dodged it.

"It's not bad, but it's a little hard."

"It's not good for the teeth."

"I have strong teeth."

"Hey, give it to me."

"No."

The two quarreled over a cake, and the old man beside him smiled lovingly.

This home hasn't been this lively for a long time.

After breakfast, the two began to repair the house.

The conditions were simple, so Ling Jiu drew a few simple drawings on the ground, and squatted on the ground with the devil to discuss the repair plan.

Ling Jiu: "We have to get some wood, cut it into these three sizes of wood boards, first repair the outer wall and roof of the wooden house, and then use the remaining wood to repair the fence outside the yard."

After finishing everything he wanted to say, he looked up at the Demon King, who squatted obediently, with his hands neatly placed on his knees, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking.

It's kind of cute, but it doesn't seem to be listening at all.

The Demon King glanced at the simple engineering drawing on the ground, he tried to recall, nodded, "I can cut down trees."

Not long after, Ling Jiu witnessed the demon king pulling up trees with his bare hands like pulling onions.

"It's amazing." Ling Jiu was dumbfounded, his thinking was still in the mode of a normal person, and he had not completely transformed.

The devil's expression was indifferent, "That's all I know."

"No, you also know a lot of things that I don't, like magic circles, magic power..." Ling Jiu answered casually.

The movement of the Demon King's hands paused, and his voice was cold in the icy world, "But you like things that I don't understand, if you are not interested in what I know, then it's meaningless to know."

Ling Jiu couldn't help but look at him more, and after a while, he recalled it.

What does this mean, does it sound like he is learning everything just for Suzaku?

After pulling out the tree with his bare hands, the demon king showed his magical skill of splitting the tree with his bare hands, which made Ling Jiu amazed.

It made him feel like a street performer who smashed boulders in his chest and split bricks with his bare hands.

It's a crime, let a beauty do this kind of rough work, is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? !

It's a pity that he is too small to do some things.

The division of labor between the two was clear, the devil was in charge of slicing the tree, and Ling Jiu processed the wood into the desired shape according to the established project plan.

The cold wind was mixed with ice and snow, and it was getting bigger and bigger. Ling Jiu stacked a piece of processed wood neatly, stepped on the snow and ran to the Demon King, touched the back of his hand to test the temperature.

Cold and cold.

"It's snowing heavily, let's go back to the house first." Ling Jiu rubbed his hands together, and took a few breaths of hot air, "Your hands are too cold, they will freeze to death."

Probably the main body is related to the dragon, the body temperature of the devil has always been low, especially in the outdoors.

"I'm not cold." The devil squatted down and said so, but didn't pull back his hand.

"Tough mouth." Ling Jiu directly pressed his hand to his face, and he gasped because of the ice, but it didn't feel so cold because of his physique.

The heavy snow fell, and everything around became quiet and misty, like being in an empty and blurred painting, which seemed unreal.

The child in front of him had a red nose and snowflakes on his long eyelashes. He would exhale white mist every time he opened his mouth. He was muttering, trying to convey his own warmth to him.

The demon king was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to thousands of years ago.

He suddenly couldn't be sure whether the child standing in front of him had returned from his memory, or it was just his fantasy and extravagant wish.

"Jiujiu."

"Huh?" Ling Jiu raised his head, "Shall we go back soon?"

The Demon King opened his mouth and was about to say something when the old man came out of the room and shouted to them: "It's snowing heavily, hurry up and go inside for a cup of hot tea."

"Good!" Ling Jiu responded and turned to the Demon King, "What did you want to say just now?"

The Demon King shook his head, picked him up and walked towards the house.

The white snow fell on the black hair, which made the devil's skin whiter than snow.

I really want to... a certain idea just flashed through Ling Jiu's mind, and he was forcibly interrupted by him.

Should he be straight? !It's only been a few days, it's impossible to bend so fast.

It's also troublesome to be tired of being with beautiful women every day, and the abnormal thoughts in my mind gradually increase...

The demon king looked at him with clear eyes, and Ling Jiu's ears turned red shamefully. He lowered his head and looked away, fearing that he would dirty the other party if he took another look.

He covered his mouth and cleared his throat, "It's nothing, I just thought you were so pretty."

After speaking for a long time without hearing a reply, Ling Jiu glanced at it. The demon king looked calm, but his ears that were hidden in his hair seemed to be red.

Is this shy?

How can it be so cute, I want to rua!

Then Ling Jiu stretched out his demon claws, hugging the demon king's face and could not stop rubbing it.

The devil was at a loss by him, so he could only froze and let him rub.

Seeing this scene, the old man covered his mouth and laughed, "You two brothers have such a good relationship."

Walking to the eaves, the Demon King brushed off the falling snow from his body, "We are not brothers."

His voice was still as flat as usual, but in Ling Jiu's ears, it was like plum blossoms blooming in the ice and snow, wrapped in a quiet fragrance, smelling fragrant and eating sweet.

The old man was confused. He said they were not father and son before, but now they said they were not brothers.

Her gaze went back and forth between the two, and she suddenly realized, "Oh, so they are brothers and sisters!"

Ling Jiu froze halfway through rubbing, "..."