Otherworldly Lord

Song Mo didn't break his promise, finished his work, had a late dinner, and after a brief wash, he took the initiative to push open the door of Reese's room.As he thought, Reese didn't expect him to really come here. When the brunette beauty saw Song Mo, surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled and lay on her side on the bed, posing a seductive pose, " Honey, you're really here."

"Yes." Song Mo walked over a few steps, sat on the edge of the bed, took Reese's long brown hair with one hand, curled it around his fingers a few times, lowered his head, and kissed the hair gently ,"I am coming."

In the flickering candlelight, there was a hint of mist in the black eyes, and Reese could see it fascinated.

"Stupid?" Song Mo raised his head, put one hand on Reese's shoulder, and slid the other hand over Reese's cheek, patted it, and asked again in a funny way, "Are you really stupid?"

"No." Reese pursed his red lips, mist welled up in his sea-blue eyes, put one arm around Song Mo's waist, put his hand on the back of Song Mo's head, and inserted his slender fingers into his jet-black hair , rubbing his fingertips lightly, a strange feeling began to spread from the place he touched, a little strange, but not annoying.

Song Mo followed Reese's strength and leaned on his body, and lightly licked Reese's snow-white neck with his dexterous tongue, leaving a wet mark. Feeling the trembling of the man under him, Song Mo smiled slyly.

Immediately, the smile was swallowed into the red lips that were burning with anxiety, together with his breath, it was annihilated.

"Well……"

Unbearable, with a suppressed voice flowing from his lips, Song Mo reached into Reese's collar with his hand, and tore off the buttons of his shirt, and the cracked buttons bounced and rolled down.

"Honey," Reese raised his upper body slightly, his shirt slipped off, revealing his sexy collarbone and one shoulder, "don't worry, we have a night."

While speaking, the big hand grabbed Song Mo's black hair from the back of his head, and Song Mo had to look up. The next moment, he was forced to feel the kiss and bite on his neck and shoulders, and the passion spread all over his body as if to swallow him , slipped in with one hand along the hem of the jacket, and tore away all the obstacles that hindered his exploration. The jacket, shirt, and trousers flew off the bed like falling snow. Looking at the torn clothes, Song Mo was a little out of breath .

Reese smiled, put his forehead on Song Mo's shoulder, rubbed his sensitive neck, and blew softly into Song Mo's ear, "Dear lord, you ripped my clothes first, right?" ?”

Song Mo was so angry that he grabbed Reis's hand and bit it hard, his teeth ached decisively.

Reese laughed even more, "I just reciprocate."

As he spoke, his big hands slid down Song Mo's waist. Song Mo couldn't help but took a breath, his voice was choked in his throat, his brows furrowed, he let go of Reese's hand, and put his hands on Reese's shoulders , strength, dissipated little by little from the place touched, and could only let the hand mess around on his body.

Reese looked at Song Mo, and looked at him very seriously, until Song Mo patted him, "What are you looking at? Don't look!"

"No," the demon's voice was tinged with unconscious charm and pampering, "I want to see, keep looking at you, and hide everything about you in my eyes and in my heart."

"You..." Shameless!

Reese kissed Song Mo's lips, turned over, pressed Song Mo under him, covered Song Mo's eyes with one hand, and held Song Mo's ankle with the other hand. Song Mo could hardly bear the shock, and cried out.There was darkness in front of his eyes, his body felt clearer, his whole body was hot, painful, tender, and unspeakable pleasure, these were all given to him by this man named Resmeers.

Song Mo bit his lip, grabbed Reese's wrist while shaking it non-stop, and pulled away the hand that was covering his eyes. The moment his eyes were bright, his black eyes met the scarlet eyes. .

"Come on," Song Mo smiled. Sweat and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes. He stretched out his arms and put his arms around Reese's shoulders. He pressed down hard and bit the most vulnerable part of Reese's roar, which was fatal. One place, "Strength!"

The burgundy bed curtain was hanging down, shaking constantly, and the room seemed to be filled with lingering heat, with an intoxicating cold fragrance, permeating the night.

night is still long...

The next day, Song Mo woke up very early, the sun was shining into the room through the window screen, and the air seemed to be able to smell the smell of green grass.

Turning his head sideways, Reese was sleeping soundly with one arm on his waist.

Song Mo wanted to sit up, but his limbs seemed to be run over by a car, and he couldn't exert any strength.With just a simple movement of standing up, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Honey, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

At some point, Reese woke up, propped his head with one hand, and stroked Song Mo's back with the other. With the sliding of his palm, Song Mo felt that the fatigue and soreness on his body gradually dissipated. Also sharpen up.

"There's still a lot of work to do today."

Song Mo bent down to pick up the shirt that was thrown under the bed last night, frowning, he could no longer wear it.Reese also propped up his body and stuck behind him. Seeing the fabric Song Mo was holding in his hand, he raised an eyebrow with a smile, "It's a pity, I can't wear it anymore."

Song Mo turned his head and pinched the tip of Reese's nose, "Who is to blame for this, eh?"

"Blame me."

Reese had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and Song Mo didn't bother to continue entangled with him. He walked to the closet in the room and picked out the clothes that suit him with ease.

"Honey, are you going to be so busy just after you come back?"

"What do you think?" Song Mo put on his trousers, and while buttoning up his shirt, he turned his head to look at the demons who were still lying on the bed and didn't plan to get up. "Speaking of which, I always find it strange."

"what?"

"It seems that your family is very busy?"

Reese froze for a moment, not understanding Song Mo's meaning.

"I mean," Song Mo tidied up his cuffs, and finally decided to roll them up, "As the prince and the heir to the prince, don't you have a territory and don't need to deal with the work in the territory?"

After closing the closet door, Song Mo walked back to the bed and sat down, "I've always been curious, when did you all handle these tasks? Could it be that the princess is doing it?"

"There are retainers here."

"The retainer?"

"Yes." Reese simply lay on Song Mo's lap, held Song Mo's hand, and pinched Song Mo's fingers one by one, "The retainers will deal with matters in the territory first, and only when encountering major events." I will look for my father. Before my father was asleep, these things were handled by my mother. After my [-]th birthday, my mother gradually pushed all these tasks to me. However, nothing major has happened in the Demon Realm recently, no I need to come forward."

event?Song Mo looked at Reiss suspiciously, what kind of thing is a big deal?

"For example, the war with other families, or the Myers family finally intends to occupy the Bright Continent."

After hearing what Reese said, Song Mo had an epiphany.

It turns out that, apart from fighting, these nobles of the Demon Race are just eating and waiting to die?

"If I have to do everything myself, why do I need retainers?"

"Aren't you worried that there will be one or two ambitious people under your command who try to overthrow your family rule, or steal your property secretly?"

Reese looked at Song Mo amusedly, and bit his fingertips, "All the servants of the Demon Race are under contract. And, if there is such a guy, life will be much more interesting."

Looking at the "innocent" innocent beauty lying on his lap, smiling brightly, Song Mo began to feel his teeth itch again.Compared with these guys, who do everything by themselves, and when they are the busiest, they are almost too tired to vomit blood. No matter how you look at it, how can you be a conscientious entrepreneur who stands on the side of the people!The nobles of the Demon Race are the truly bloodless and tearless ruling and exploiting class, and their conscience is greatly broken!

But why is he still so envious that he wants to bite?

"Honey?"

"Don't talk to me." Song Mo slapped Reese's hand away, "Don't you know I'm envious or jealous?"

"Ok."

Reese stopped talking, and signaled himself to close his mouth, and then his fingers began to be dishonest, sliding up Song Mo's legs, sliding and sliding, and was grabbed by Song Mo, the lord's forehead popped up with blue veins, "You want to what?"

Reese smiled, "Don't you know?"

"..." The guy who blushed because of his few words yesterday, was it Temati's hallucination?

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Old John's voice came from outside the door: "My lord, are you awake?"

The butler's voice did not have any ups and downs, it was very steady, as if he hadn't seen the lord in the master bedroom just now, and the person who kicked and broke the two pillars along the way was not him at all.Annie, the maid following behind the butler, admired the butler's face-changing ability.It seems that if she wants to become the best head maid in the lord's mansion, she still has to work hard!

Hearing the butler's voice, Song Mo knew that he could no longer be entangled with Reese, walked to the door, was about to open the door, suddenly made a movement, turned around, and said viciously to Reese on the bed: "Put it on for me. Clothes, otherwise I will pack myself tightly! Also, if you dare to make a statue, play performance art or something, be careful I will clean you up again!"

Hearing Song Mo's words, Reese was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to drown him in the deep blue.Even Song Mo couldn't hold it any longer, so he just opened the door and got out of the way.

Seeing the re-closed door, Reese lay lazily on the bed, propping his chin with one hand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his fingers slowly rubbed the place where Song Mo slept last night, and picked it up from the pillow. A long black hair was brought to his lips, and he kissed him reverently.

"Honey, I love you."

Song Mo's time is very tight. The work accumulated during his departure cannot be finished in a day or two. It just happened to catch up with the new harvest season. .Every time I pass by the farmland, I can see the scene of the armed people fighting bravely with various crops.Although everyone is very experienced, occasionally a few unlucky ones will be injured. The monks stationed at the edge of the field suddenly saw their eyes light up, and immediately flew over to arrest them, carried them on a stretcher, tied them up, and rushed them to the hospital.Even if the person lying on the stretcher yelled and he only hurt a finger, he could still carry it.

"My feet are fine!"

"It's okay, just lie down!"

"I'm not going to the hospital!"

"No! Must go!"

Due to the great strides in the development of the medical and health services in the territory, several new steps have been taken in succession, and the monks have gradually gotten along well with the citizens and become one.There were even a few monks who held a midnight show in front of the hospital before, and forged a deep "friendship" with the girls in Gerryland. In order to live a happy life in the future, they must behave well in front of the lord!

Therefore, as soon as the harvest season entered, the monks were on the alert, with 12 points of energy, waiting day and night for the opportunity to perform, and finally waiting for an injured one, they must not let it go!

Henceforth, Song Mo just watched helplessly as the man who obviously just cut his finger and could solve the problem with just a piece of OK stretch was treated like a seriously wounded man, and was simply tied to a stretcher by the monks with shining eyes. , roared and was carried into the hospital... On the way, a monk thought he was too noisy, so he poured a bottle of liquid medicine into it, and immediately lay down with his dead body.

In other words, is this saving lives, healing the wounded, treating the sick, or saving fugitives in the Zhazidong Concentration Camp?

Song Mo blinked, and looked at the butler Old John beside him with a stiff expression, "Butler, what's going on?"

Old John had a serious expression, and said solemnly: "This is the enthusiasm for work."

Song Mo: "..." Are you sure it's just a passion for work, not a pervert that exploded after being suppressed?

The fruit fields were also fruitful, and Song Mo was relieved that the big killers he was worried about, such as durian and pineapple, did not appear.Strawberries and watermelon were nearing maturity, and Song Mo also recognized several other fruits, such as lychees, oranges, bananas, and kiwis.Looking at the green fruits hanging on the branches, Song Mo's mouth was constantly drooling, not only looking forward to the day when the fruits would ripen, but also worried about what kind of "surprise" these fruits would bring him.

However, the magic army is still in Greland, plus the church knights who surrendered before, presumably, they can still handle it, right?

Looking at the lychee hanging on the branch and the watermelon that is obviously not quite right, Song Mo always feels that he has no confidence in his heart...

Just when Gerryland ushered in the harvest season, the goblins had brought the contacted land tribes along the previously dug path, and the dwarves and elves who had received Song Mo's news also sent representatives.Because the dwarf elder was fooled into serving as a guest lecturer in Gerryland's school, after discussion, the clan entrusted this matter to Rhodes and Garland.

"Anyway, you are very familiar with that human lord and have cooperated for such a long time. Everyone trusts you."

After receiving the news, Rhodes and Garland rushed towards Gerryland non-stop. On the way, they encountered an elf caravan.These flamboyant guys in the eyes of the dwarves are still driving the unicorn carriage, which is inlaid with dazzling gems and gold. They greet each other, and they are a little awkward, but for the sake of cooperation, the relationship has eased. few.Rhodes accidentally saw an acquaintance in the elf caravan, "Jeris?"

Jerris got off the carriage, followed by another elf, Bode whose soul had just woken up from a deep sleep not long ago.

Obi's prime minister, Murphy, confronted the dragons again because of the failure to snatch people. Obi must have a king!Other than that, no negotiating!

The dragons wanted to slap this guy to death several times, but Hei Yan was beside him, and Murphy was Hei Yan's servant, so they couldn't do this in front of Hei Yan.

"What should I do?"

The giant dragons have a headache, and Hei Yan also knows his situation, he must go back with the giant dragons as soon as possible, otherwise, the violent power in his body will make him lose his life.

Only, he was not reconciled.

"In that case, I have a solution."

The red dragon Mailer moved closer to the ear of the black dragon Meilan, and said such and such, and such and such a few words, Meilan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she slapped Mailer to the ground with one paw.

"Mailer, I never knew you were so smart!"

Meile spat out the dirt in her mouth with two mouthfuls, and just about to have a fit, Meilan plunged headfirst into the male dragons, looking for a suitable partner.

On the same day, another King Obi appeared in front of Prime Minister Murphy, who looked exactly like Hei Yan.Murphy looked at the king in front of him, and then at Hei Yan who was sitting and eating candy. This is it?

"Didn't you want a king? He's Obi's king while the baby is gone, and trust me, no one will find out."

After the female dragon finished speaking, without waiting for Murphy to object, she grabbed Hei Yan, jumped out of the window and flew away. The other dragons followed closely behind her. After a while, only Murphy and Hei Yan were left in the room. The flaming dragon was speechless.

Murphy: "..."

Dragon: "..."

Sevans stood outside the door, holding Song Mo's letter in his hand, hesitating, should he knock on the door and go in, or just turn around and leave?If you go in now, will your head be smashed by the prime minister?

At the same time, the armies of Onris and Qisa have been gathering at the border one after another, and the war is about to start.