Son of Satan

"Butt hurts?" "Chris glanced at my ass.

I hugged my butt and moved in one direction, "No...it doesn't hurt!" Oh my god!Ass hurts! "The chandelier?"

"It's a problem with its quality!"

"Hehe! Yes! It's a quality problem! That..."

"what?"

"can I go now?"

"Does your butt really hurt?"

have to!Don't answer the question.

"You can still walk!"

"This is the Vatican!"

I've discovered that Chris likes to answer questions that aren't asked.

But is there a problem with the Vatican here?Is it about whether I can walk?

Chris answered me very understandingly, saying: "It takes about three days to get to Romania at your normal speed. Now you can't go back for three days; now it's raining all over Romania, and the Red Sea may The tide will rise again!" The last sentence seems to be whispering.

What now?Let me stay and live in a luxurious palace for free?

"You stay here first, there are a lot of houses here anyway! No... I'd better ask Toledo to take you back! I'll call Toledo right away!" Chris just turned around, and an iceberg face with silver hair came in .

I know him, the Fallen Messenger—Xitai; Chris's most loyal follower.No matter how the Hidden Alliance and the Sabbat Alliance break up in the future, he will always be by Chris's side, until later, Chris betrayed Satan!

Chris betrayed Satan?This realization shocked me!

Isn't Chris an incarnation of Satan?How could he betray Satan?Is he going to betray himself?

The sadness expands infinitely, and there is a feeling of being unable to breathe.

"What's wrong with you?" Chris's hand on my shoulder slowly retracted under Xitai's gaze. I don't know if it was my illusion, but I actually saw panic flash in Chris's eyes.

"Ask Toledo to send him back!" After speaking, Chris turned and left.

"Wait! Chris... Your Majesty! Please wait!"

"What's the matter?" The suddenly cold voice made me a little unresponsive.

Laughing at himself, grinning out eight teeth.Say: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for bringing me back!" I know it's harder to laugh than cry now.

Chris paused as he left, without turning his head, he said, "It's just on the way!"

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Back in Romania, the rain was like a waterfall, washing the walls and winding streams on the ground.

Close the door and block out the sound of the rain.

Leaning against the door, stroke the position of the heart with your hand.The throbbing there is back to normal, but the shock I get from Chris is still there.

To be honest, by the time Chris started my brain was in a dead state.I just know that all my senses will follow him, maybe he is too dazzling, just like a groupie, his eyes always follow the idol.

Suddenly, the lights in the room came on.

A little furry head poked out from under the quilt.

"I just came back now, are you a snail? Or is the traffic from the Vatican to Romania blocked?"

Obviously a child, but imitating the expressions of adults, it makes people feel a little funny.

I shrugged off Chris' influence, sat down on the edge of the bed, and tucked the kid back under the covers.explain:

"Why did you come to my house?"

"You haven't told me where you have been yet?" The little boy sat up under the quilt.Doing his signature move.Hold your right hand left and right, and rest your chin on your right hand.His expression was as serious as a parent scolding his child for coming home late, but his overly pink face made him look a little funny.

"You haven't answered my question yet." It looked like he still didn't realize that he was a guest at all.

"Little kid! Children don't care about adults' affairs!"

I pulled his face back and forth!If you have vented enough, pat it twice so that it can change back to its original shape again.

"You went to the square again!"

I squeezed the little boy's hand and forgot the action for a while.

"Are you a fool? Go to the square in such a heavy rain! The water from your hair dripped onto the quilt."

The little boy took a towel from nowhere, stood on tiptoe and helped me to wipe my hair awkwardly.

"Jay, do you know your hair is beautiful? Don't spoil it from now on."

Watching the little kid wipe my hair like glass, I find it funny.The child knew immediately that he was the young master who opened his mouth when he came to eat and stretched out his hands when he came to clothes.Now actually learn to take care of people.

I took the towel in the kid's hand, and shook the water off the hair in two or three strokes.

Jay's hair is really beautiful, the long golden hair is always softer than others, bright but not glaring; like the flowing clouds bathed in the morning light, revealing a low-key gorgeousness.

It is undeniable that such beautiful hair should be treated with tender care, but I have never taken care of it, or even thought about getting a crew cut.

I rubbed the little kid's head and said, "Do you know what beauty is?"

The little boy ignored my contemptuous eyes, and stretched out his light white hands to pick up my long damp hair and gently wipe it with a towel.With a sullen face, long eyelashes blocked the stream of eyes.

Such a beautiful child must be charming when he grows up.But I'm still used to the way he blows his hair. This kind of him makes me think of someone unconsciously.

"I'll make a bed on the floor! You sleep on the bed!" The cloak did not block the pouring rain, and the clothes were still a little wet.I didn't want to change clothes, and I didn't want to offend the little kid with the cold, so I rolled up the quilt and prepared to sleep on the floor.

"Take a shower before going to sleep!"

"Go to sleep, little brat!" I pushed the little brat back under the quilt.

"Go take a shower!" The little boy suddenly turned me over on the bed, lying on my chest and hugging me, his serious expression made me forget to resist. "Be obedient, take a bath! Otherwise you will be sick. If you are sick, I will feel bad!"

The sudden tenderness made me lose my goosebumps.Put the little kid under the bed and run to the bathroom immediately!