How to Feed a Succubus

Uriah stayed in the room.

Although it is raining today, it is his last stubbornness that the Son will never work overtime.

The most stubborn ones are cleanliness, not eating devil meat, rejecting dirty books, farming every day...

The persistence of the Son is always inexplicable.

What is placed in the temple is Uriah's avatar, and there is no other use for it except for decoration.But the players looked at their wishes, and Uriah showed his face according to their intentions.

Ulea was sitting in the room reading a book. His books were always serious, and they were thick spells of elves and saints.

In fact, he no longer needs to practice. After all, no player can beat him in the entire game.

But it is a pity that the producer hopes that he can be a nanny in peace.

Uriah seriously thought the game was boring.

He raised his head and looked out of the window. There were always players running in and out in such a heavy rain.

Ulea knew that they were all going to fight demons, but at this time, most of the demons didn't want to go out.

I hope there will be no players looking for me.

Uriah sighed sincerely.

He didn't want to follow them around the map, and the players' sense of direction was too poor.

Since the last time Uriah followed the players around the same map for two hours, there was a new rule in the temple - the Holy Son only stayed with the players for an hour, and after an hour, the Holy Son automatically Passing home, it will only come to the player when encountering a demon.

"...Huh?" Uriah looked at the two horns protruding from the window in surprise.

This is the time when players are chasing and fighting demons, why are there still demons running over like this?

He subconsciously thought of the succubus in the back garden, and opened the window suspiciously.

A wet head popped out, Ulea calmly looked at the panicked little succubus in front of her.

The succubus had tears streaming from its red eyes, its cheeks were pink, and the horns on its head trembled and trembled.

As soon as the little succubus opened his mouth, tears fell down like dropped pearls, crystal clear, his nose was reddish, his white and tender hands grabbed the window sill and leaned forward, his white collarbone was exposed in front of Yulia's eyes.

Reynolds sniffed, his voice soft, "I... I picked one of your green apples, right... I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"

Just after finishing speaking, the tears of the little succubus turned into two slender streams like running water.

"I'm really sorry, Lord Uriah, I... I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten for a long time... Woo."

The succubus in front of him lowered his head sadly and rubbed his stomach. He stretched out his hand, and spread out his palm. There was half a rotten apple on it, dirty and dusty.

Ulea's expression turned cold, and she stepped back.

The little succubus cried again.

Ulea didn't know what to say, he had never seen such a miserable and weak demon, who would be left without food.

The succubus in front of him looked at him eagerly, and Uriah's long white ears moved.

"Eat." The Holy Son's voice was as cold as his, like the white snow on a high mountain, with an inviolable coldness.

But Reynolds didn't feel it at all, he just felt that those who were willing to feed me were good people.

Ulea looked at the succubus whose eyes were shining brightly. The horns of the succubus trembled, with tiny fluff on them, making one want to reach out and touch them.

But Yulia is a clean freak, and the devil's horns are not allowed to be touched casually, so he restrained the idea of ​​touching.

The succubus looked at Uriah happily, "Uriah, the best in the world, can I take shelter from the rain at your house?"

Afraid that Uriah would not agree, Reynolds took out a piece of paper, took out a half-broken pen and drew on it.

"My house is not very good. It leaks a little wind and rain. It rains heavily today, and I feel so uncomfortable. Can you let me take shelter from the rain? I'll just be in the corridor."

Reynolds stood up the drawn words to show Uriah, "It's like this, please."

The succubus looked innocently at the Holy Son with its big round eyes. His eyes had just shed tears, and they were moist at the moment, as if he could cry as long as Uriah refused.

Uriah doesn't like people crying.

And the painting of Succubus looks like he is really miserable.

"As you like."

The Holy Son's eyes did not fluctuate, as if nothing could touch his heart.

Reynolds jumped for joy, squatted down and put the horns in front of Uriah.

"Do you want to touch it? My horns are soft and not hard, and there are hairy ones, which are soft to the touch. You can touch me when I am not too strong, because when I am strong, It could be as hard as the big devil."

As if to prove his words, the succubus wrapped its tail around Uriah's wrist, eagerly wanting him to touch his horns.

The fluff on the succubus's tail rubbed against Uriah's skin, Uriah looked at it in surprise, and forgot about her cleanliness.

The succubus brought her horn closer, stretched it under his palm, and rubbed it lightly.

The succubus blushed and sighed softly.

Uriah withdrew her hand abruptly and closed the window with a bang.

There are more recovery potions today.

When washing his hands, the Holy Son was a little absent-minded, so that he poured a lot of water.

The horns of the succubus are really as he said, soft and fluffy.

How can it be so easy to touch? !