The villain's junior brother turned out to have a crush on me

Shura Temple.

Whether it was the guards outside the hall or the servants inside the hall, they held their breaths while walking, and kept their voices to a minimum when they had occasional conversations, for fear of disturbing the master in the inner hall.

This new Demon Lord has a really weird temper.When everyone thought that the Demon Lord in the realm of transcending the catastrophe would lead them out of the Demon Realm, step on the immortal cultivator, level the cultivation world, and rule the world, but the other party just locked himself in the inner temple and coldly ordered Do not disturb, there will be no more text.

Everyone in Moyu was terrified, not knowing what kind of temperament this boss had, so he began to rack his brains to figure out his preferences.Hosting grand and extravagant carnival banquets for him, it's annoying; collecting treasured swords and soldiers that tens of thousands of people in the cultivation world are fighting for, and offering them to him, no need; arranging exciting killing games that the devil likes for him, not interested; Demon Girl, one word, "Get lost"...

After being rejected countless times, everyone withered.

"I don't like killing, I don't like women, I don't like power, is this really a demon?" Qing Hao said incredulously, "Don't be a Buddhist monk from Lanruo Temple pretending to be it!!"

Fu Cang sneered: "Do you think all demons are as vulgar as you? Your Majesty has broken through the tribulation and reached the Supreme Realm. How can someone like you understand it?"

Qing Hao let out a "ha", and immediately retorted: "You understand? You were not the one who sent the enchantress to be kicked out by the lord before?"

Fu Cang kept silent with a cold face.

Qinghao was triumphant, and said again: "As for you, the general direction is actually right. It's a pity that I'm not as smart as I am, and I don't know how to pay attention to details."

Fu Cang frowned, not knowing what he was trying to trick.Qing Hao clapped his hands with his chin raised, and several servants walked forward respectfully holding scrolls one by one.Unfold the scroll and see that the painting is still a stunning beauty, but the gender has changed - they are all men.

Not only that, but the male and beauties on each picture scroll are not of the same type, some are flimsy, some are thick-browed and big-eyed, some are soft and affectionate, and some are Lingshuang and Aoxue...they are all in different poses and expressions.

Fu Cang: "..."

"Is there anyone who doesn't like beauties!?" Qinghao said firmly, "Your Majesty doesn't like beauties, so he must like beautiful men! Just wait and see, I will definitely succeed this time!"

After he finished speaking, he walked into the inner hall with his servants with his head held high and his chest held high, to meet the Demon Lord again.

After waiting for a while, the door of the palace opened.Qinghao walked in and saw the current Lord of the Demon Realm.

The other party turned his back to him, sitting crookedly in a wide chair, resting his head on his left hand, with a lazy attitude.From Qing Hao's perspective, he could see the other's pale side face and tired and closed eyes, as if he was asleep.

Qing Hao remembers that after he first surrendered to the Demon Lord, he was actually not reconciled.Later, when I came to see him once, I also saw the other party's lazy and defenseless appearance, so I had an idea for a moment, and wanted to take the opportunity to assassinate the other party.But before he even had time to move a finger, the overwhelming murderous aura surrounded him, and the terrifying coercion forced his knees to hit the ground heavily.

He broke out in a cold sweat for a moment, and never dared to have any rebellious thoughts.

"I've seen your lord." Qinghao saluted and said with a smile, "I have collected a few paintings recently, and I think they are very good. I would like to invite my lord to have a look."

The person on the wide chair slowly opened his eyes, and finally turned around.

It is completely different from the rumors that "the demon king does not show his face because he is ugly". The man's eyebrows are straight, his facial features are deep, his eyes and long hair are pitch black, and he blends into the complicated robe.There is a sharp and intimidating demeanor hidden under the handsome appearance, even in a tired and peaceful mood, it can't help but make people feel intimidated.

His eyes fell on the scrolls that were spread out one by one, and when he saw that there were portraits painted on them again, his brows sank suddenly, and a trace of impatience crossed his face. Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of one of them inadvertently.

The person above was dressed in a white robe, with black hair like ink, and a beautiful but extremely cold face, like a handful of snow on a branch in a cold day.

The man's expression was slightly startled, his eyes stayed on the painting for a long time, and he was a little absent-minded for a while.

Qinghao paid attention to every change in his expression, slightly raised the corners of his lips, left the scroll behind, and quietly withdrew.

The inner hall door was closed, and there was silence.The man brought the picture scroll closer, and looked at it carefully for a while, but this time he felt that the facial features of the person in the painting were rigid, his posture was rigid, and beauty was beautiful, but it was completely drawn according to the template of a beautiful portrait, and there was nothing special about it.

A sense of irritability rose in his heart, he threw the painting aside, and lay back on the chair again.

In the past few months, he has been very irritable.

Because he can't remember anything.The name, identity, origin... are all blank, and I only have a vague feeling that he must have been dead for a long time, and the coffin boards are probably lying rotten. He whispered a lot of words in his ear.

He had slept for thousands of years, his mind was in chaos, he couldn't hear a word the other party said, he didn't even open his eyes because of the headache, but subconsciously followed the instructions of the spell, and chopped off a Mahayana.

I don't care why I cut it; I don't know who it was.Anyway, it's just a Mahayana, so there is no reason to hack it to death.

After cutting, he came to the place where the devilish energy was the strongest, and found a place that was pleasing to the eye to live in.For three months, he tried to retrieve his memory every day, but he tried many methods, but he still found nothing.

Only occasionally, a feeling flashed in his mind, as if there was something very important waiting for him to do.When he wanted to grasp this feeling, it had disappeared without a trace.

The man let out an irritable "tsk" and closed his eyes again with a stinky face.

-

Meng Chen was taken into the Asura Hall and temporarily locked in a side hall.Besides him, there are seven or eight other young men in the hall. At a glance, they are all of the same type, but their demeanors are different. He was indifferent, but his eyes were clearly filled with excitement and anticipation.

Seeing Meng Chen coming in, the expressions of the others changed slightly.His temperament is too outstanding, even though they all look like the same type, but in an instant he throws the others thousands of miles away, and people's eyes can't help but fall on him.

One of the young people who had been secretly proud before, thinking that no one was as good-looking as him, couldn't sit still.He leaned over to Meng Chen and whispered to him: "We have the best conditions, and we won't have any problem eliminating the others. Let's take care of each other later and strive to serve the Demon Lord together."

"No need." Meng Chen didn't even look at him, and said calmly, "He's mine."

youth:"……"

Damn, the ambition is not small!

He was still about to say something, but several guards had already walked in and shouted: "Clean up yourselves, and now I will take you to meet the Demon Lord!"

So no matter whether they were willing or unwilling, they all followed the guards out of the side hall with an uneasy heart.

-

When Mozun heard that Qing Hao was going to offer someone to him again, his first reaction was to be annoyed, but suddenly he thought of the picture of a beautiful woman for no reason, so he remained silent and did not speak.

In this gap, people have been brought in.

He raised his eyes heavily and saw several delicate faces.It is indeed beautiful, but like that picture of a beauty, it is pale and tasteless.

A sense of boredom welled up in his heart, and he was about to drive everyone away, but unexpectedly ran into a pair of eyes.

In an instant, there was a resounding "boom" in the heart, and then it sped up and beat out of nowhere.

The owner of the eyes was different from other beauties, he did not lower his eyebrows in a cautious gesture, but raised his head and stared straight at him.That gaze was so focused that it could almost be called infatuated, with heat, which made the temperature of his whole body start to rise unconsciously.

He was surprised by this change in his body, and he lowered his face like a cover-up and said, "Who allows you to look at me like that?"

Perhaps it was because the tone was too cold, the young man was like waking up from a dream, his eyes gradually cooled down, his dark eyelashes drooped slowly, and he lowered his head and stopped looking at him.

Lord Mozun: "..."

Was he too fierce just now?

There was a trace of regret in his heart, but it was impossible to add another sentence, "You continue to read, I don't mind", so he could only soften his tone and ask, "What's your name?"

"Meng Chen."

Meng Chen didn't plan to change his name. Although he was well-known in the realm of comprehension, he still wouldn't spread it to the Demon Realm.There are many powerful people in the Demon Realm, and they won't pay attention to him, a small cultivator who transforms himself into a god.

"Where is home?"

Meng Chen: "I'm homeless."

Mozun was silent for a while, and said: "Then you can stay here from now on."

-

Meng Chen was assigned to Fangcao Hall in Shura Hall.

It's very strange that there is such a poetic and picturesque name in the Demon Palace, but the specifications and layout of Fangcao Palace are all excellent, and being arranged to live here is enough to show how much the Demon Lord attaches importance to it.

Meng Chen's expression was calm, and he waved away the servant who was eager to stay and waited on him. After sitting alone in the room for a long time, there was a trace of fatigue and sadness between his brows.

That person is really not Xue Lang anymore.

He has the same face as Xue Lang—or, in other words, has the same face as the grown-up Xue Lang.Xue Lang still looks like a teenager in his teens, but that Demon Lord is clearly a mature man.

He is tall and tall, a head taller than Meng Chen, his facial features are more distinct and profound, and his temperament has changed completely. Without the sharpness of a young man, he has become calm and unfathomable, like a cloud of heavy fog, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Can't see through it at all.

Also, his words and deeds are not the same as Xue Lang's.

Xue Lang was gone.

It's really gone.

It seems that the young man finally accepted an unchangeable fact until he confirmed it with his own eyes.He slowly lay down on the table, buried his face in the crook of his arms, as if he was suddenly surrounded by a surge of sadness, and he didn't move for a long time.

-

A certain Demon Lord found that he was no longer upset.

In addition to thinking about how to find his blank memory, he finally temporarily put another thing or another person in his mind——

It was the one who just arrived today, the man named Meng Chen.

He didn't know why he remembered an ordinary person in his heart, but during the day, the way the other person looked at him, and the trembling feeling when he was stared at by the other person, were engraved in his heart like a brand, and he couldn't help it. forget.

He looked outside, and it was completely dark with sparse stars and bright moon.The young man has never shown his face since he was arranged into Fangcao Palace in the morning.

The man gave a "tsk", thinking that this man really didn't understand the rules.

Aren't you here to serve the deity?

What about people?

Or is it too thin-skinned to come here without a summons?

After much deliberation, he wanted to send someone to call him, but he was afraid that it was too late and the other party had already fallen asleep, so he decided to go there himself.When he came to Fangcao Hall, he found that the lamp was still on, so he opened the door and went in.

Sure enough, Meng Chen didn't sleep, he sat by the window alone, looking at the moonlight outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.The clear light fell on his face, making his already fair skin almost transparent, making him feel unspeakably lonely and fragile.

Mozun's heart suddenly throbbed, and he suddenly forgot what he said, and just stood there, staring at him.

On the contrary, it was Meng Chen who noticed that someone had come in, turned around and stood up, calling out "Your Majesty" softly.

The man came back to his senses, let out a "hmm", thought for a while and asked, "Are you used to living here?"

Meng Chen lowered his eyes and answered, "I'm used to it."

The man felt something was wrong, and asked again: "What were you thinking just now?"

Meng Chen said lightly, "I didn't think about anything."

The man suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Meng Chen's attitude.

When I first saw myself during the day, I was clearly infatuated. The eyes couldn't be said to be as deep as the sea, but...there is always affection! ?

What now?From the time he entered the door until now, in the time of a few words, the other party didn't look him in the eye even once!

Not once!

Good guy, the other party's "homeless" is actually the truth. It turns out that he didn't come here for his real self, but to lie to the house to live in! !

Sudden depression rose in the man's heart, and he wanted to drive this man out in a fit of anger, but he was inexplicably reluctant, and after a long stalemate, seeing that the young man still didn't take the initiative to speak, he finally flicked his sleeves angrily, and strode out with a dark face. .

-

The news that Mozun took in a beautiful man and hid it in the Fangcao Palace as a treasure spread quickly.

Qing Hao, who single-handedly contributed to this situation, was also very happy when he heard about it. After a few days, he reckoned that the Demon Lord was enjoying himself before going to the Shura Hall, hoping that the Lord would give him a promotion or something while he was in a good mood, which is very stressful. Help Cang's grandson.

Anyway, he can no longer take the position of Demon Lord, but no matter what, he can't be under Fu Cang!

Unexpectedly, after seeing Mozun, Qinghao realized that the other person's complexion was not good-looking, it was even darker and smellier than before the beauty was presented.

With a thump in his heart, he tentatively asked: "Is your lord in a bad mood? I would like to help you solve your problems."

The man looked sleepy, closed his eyes and said nothing, but the servant standing behind him quietly gestured to Qing Hao and explained the reason.

Qing Hao was a little stunned, he never expected that after so many days, this man hadn't eaten the man in his mouth, he slapped his thigh hard and said: "My lord! Your heart is so kind... ..." He suddenly remembered that praising a devil for his kindness is equivalent to insulting him, so he quickly changed his words, "Your temper is too good. Then the beauty has long been your property, you can play with it as you want. If you are disobedient, just give him a good beating, why bother to be angry with yourself?"

Mozun opened his eyes, his eyes were a little cold, and his expression seemed to be "how about I beat you again".

Qinghao trembled suddenly, gave a smirk, and then had a flash of inspiration, and sent a message to himself to send a few books quickly by himself, and put them at Mozun's hand: "Here are some booklets, maybe you can help Zun Solve your troubles. I still have something to do, so don't bother me."

The beating he received last time still hurts when he thinks about it, Qinghao didn't dare to stay any longer, so he quickly slipped away.

The man glanced at it and picked up the booklets.I saw that the skin was colorful, with the title of the book written on it:

"The Overbearing Demon's Little Wife"

"The Devil's Only Favor: Immortal Venerable Sweet Wife Don't Try to Escape"

"Days and nights with Qing Leng Shangshen"

Demon Lord: "..."

"What the hell..." He rubbed his feverish ears, muttered in disgust, and opened a book to read carefully.

-

Mozun spent two days reading through several booklets, but Meng Chen still didn't take the initiative to come to him.

He was also keeping an eye on Meng Chen's whereabouts, because he didn't restrict the other party's movements. The other party sometimes stayed in the Fangcao Palace, reading and sleeping in a daze, and sometimes wandered around the Shura Palace. One day, he went outside to relax, but he never came to look for him. He once.

He ground his teeth, determined to teach the other party a lesson.

So that night, under his summons, Meng Chen finally appeared in front of him.

The man snorted coldly, raised his chin slightly, put his arms on the back of the chair, and said a few words coldly: "Sit up and move yourself."

He saw this sentence in the brochure, and it appeared frequently, but he didn't really know what it meant, because once it appeared, there would be a row of ellipsis below it, and then it would be the next day.

But he knew that these words should have a sense of punishment in it, because in the booklet, every time the little wife of the demon king escaped and was captured, she would cry and be told by the demon king.

In short, this should be a very shocking sentence.

After hearing this, the young man in front of him finally raised his eyes.

It's just that the eyes are a little cold, like snow water in the twelfth lunar month, seeping through bit by bit.

Demon Venerable: "..."

He panicked, and for some reason, he added: "You, do it yourself, give me a shoulder squeeze!"