Son of Satan

With my uninjured hand, I tugged at his dusty green hair. Not bad. It's grown to his ass in just a few months; Giovanni's healing skills are really amazing.

"Ah... it hurts. Let go. Don't pull my hair. Be careful, I will tell my brother to beat you."

I slapped him on the forehead. You bastard. That's all you need to do. Call him brother every now and then. If I punch you twice, you'll call me mother.

"Not bad. It's only been a few months for your hair to grow so long; but I like the way you look bald."

His green hair is swollen and his face is as red as an apple. I don't know if it's from injury or anger.

"You, you, you say it again. My brother is coming. I will definitely not let you go by then."

I punched him twice in the face, which was originally a pig's head. Since your brother will not let me go later; if I don't punch enough now, I will suffer later.

It could have been a better beating. It's just that one hand can't move except for bleeding.

I punched down a few times. The sound of gasping around became louder and louder; many people looked at me like a ghost. When I glared at them, I turned my head back again. What should I do?

"Excuse me." A nice but too deep male voice came over and the crowd immediately made way. A man in a black robe strode over. His sharp eyes were like a vulture at midnight, sharp and full of hunting desire. The eagle resting on his shoulder is as hard to ignore as his master. Even with its half-closed eyes, it has a lazy look. It still exudes a creepy atmosphere.

The eagle suddenly opened its eyes. The amber eyes slowly enlarged in my pupils. A breath of death surrounded it. For a moment, my soul wandered in Cappadocia.

God. I actually know his name.

Cappadocchi crouched in front of me. I woke up suddenly. I don't know if it was my illusion. For a moment I saw this man smiling at me. Damn it. I shook my head. Try to move my ass. Don't let Cappadocchi Dorsey caught on the spot that I was abusing his brother.

When Lumao heard this man's voice, he called his brother loudly. The two compared each other. I both called Lumao and remade them. They are both brothers. Why is there such a difference?

"Brother, it hurts." Lumao raised his hand thumping, just like a bullied child found a reliable backer.

Cappadocia's face turned cold. The already deep breath became even more terrifying. I almost forgot about the injury on my shoulder. I shrunk my neck and minimized my sense of existence. For my own life, the man can bend and stretch.

Cappadocian glanced at me indifferently, and then turned his attention to Lumao. It's over. What if Lumao takes the opportunity to frame me? Provoking people who shouldn't be provoked.

Cappadocchi ignored the green-haired ghosts and howls. He turned his head and said to the people behind him, "Please, help Dixie. I have persuaded him several times. He still insists on teleporting."

"Brother, it's just an accident." Lumao retorted, looking at Cappadocia with resentful eyes.

It turned out to be a person who was afraid of my brother. Just now he threatened me majesticly. Now he is as cute as a cat.

"Are you okay?" Cappadocchi gave me a look that was not caring, but rather a formulaic greeting. "Di Xi's teleportation is not good. There will be such an accident every time. It hurts you. I'm sorry gone."

"Obviously he bumped into me." Facing Cappadocia's sharp eyes, the green hair's voice became smaller and smaller. It was almost like a mosquito screaming; it also sucked its nose pitifully; it was completely different from the arrogance of that day two people.

A person stood behind Cappadocchi. The rose-red cloak almost covered the whole body; even the hat blocked the eyes. Only the beautifully shaped chin and pink lips were exposed. There was also beautiful blond hair in the hat exposed.

As soon as the green hair reaches the person in front of him, the two eyes immediately glow, and there is excitement in anticipation.

Suspiciously, I turned my eyes to the blind man in front of me again. A beautiful hand stretched out from under the cloak. My first reaction was sissy. This hand is much more beautiful than a woman. Don’t ask me why I think it is sissy. My intuition told me that the person in front of me must be a man.

The hand slowly raised up under the eyes of everyone. Pulled down the cap of the cloak.

A face so beautiful that it makes people feel ashamed; what kind of shit luck do I have. I will meet him every time in the most embarrassing situation.

Giovanni smiled gently. It was like a spring breeze. A hundred flowers bloomed overnight. This is the first time I discovered it. The most powerful thing about Giovanni is not his powerful defensive skills, but the softness and holiness of his body. Wherever he goes, it is spring. There will be flowers blooming in spring.

Cappadocian's deep breath brought some sunshine under Giovanni's holiness. He stood aside to make way for Giovanni. The eagle on his shoulder raised his eyelids and Giovanni glanced at him. He continued to doze off again ;It seems that the eagle that just soared into the sky is just my temporary illusion.

"Our fate is not shallow. It's just that you shock me every time we meet." Even the words of contempt in Giovanni's mouth will not make people feel disgusted.

I said, "Your Highness is getting better and better."

Giovanni obviously didn't expect me to say that. After a while, he said, "Thank you."

Giovanni's hand was placed on top of my shoulder. It was like a spring breeze blowing on a wicker. The soft breath, together with the crystal blue water light that appeared in his palm, passed over the wound. The bleeding wound healed at the speed of the naked eye. Not even a scar was left. While I was still lamenting the magic of the healing technique, Giovanni was already cleaning up the green-haired face.

"Dixie's hair grows well. But be careful in the future. You won't meet me every time you get hurt." Giovanni's nice voice came out, and the green hair shyly pressed against his head.

Tsk tsk. This face-changing speed is almost as fast as that of a chameleon.

Dixie's face recovered. It's just that the clothes on his body were too tattered to be worn anymore. Cappadocia frowned, disgusted by his shabby look.

"Are you sure you're okay with that?"

Di Xi put on his white-to-gray robe, held back for a long time, and said, "Yes, it should be fine."

I looked at his gown with one sleeve missing. My stomach was grinning like hell.

When we arrived, the banquet had already started. As soon as Giovanni and Cappadocchi arrived, they were ushered to the VIP seats. The two unlucky Dixie and I were ignored.

Luxuriously decorated hall. The statue of Satan stands in the center of the two-day corridor. There are two staircases on the left and right. They are covered with red carpets. On the platform where the two corridors meet. Rui Le Senbai is raising his wine glass and toasting Xi Tai.

Rui Le Senbai still had an impeccable smile on his face. The navy blue high-necked robe brought out his shrewd temperament to the fullest. Xi Tai still looked icy. His silver hair was the same as his master's, covered with a layer of coldness. Frost. Blue eyes without waves. Wherever they go, a layer of ice forms.