Rely on face to eat [Quick Transmigration]

The Supreme Demon Realm would never argue with a fool, so he just waved his hand, and put this delicate and beautiful human youth like a doll into his sleeve robe, and unconsciously gathered the sleeves with his hands, in case this petite, fragile Small things are accidentally lost.

He stood up, his tall figure was majestic and solemn, none of the demons dared to look directly at him, and the west hall was once again frozen into frost.

When the cold and murderous aura suddenly disappeared, the purple crows in the sky above the hall disappeared together with the Supreme Demon Realm.And the Lord of the Buddha Hall has been reduced to ashes.

The nature of the devil is selfish and paranoid, so how can he allow others to touch his things?

The four chief stewards got up at the same time, leaving only one to deal with the rest of the trivial matters, and the other three disappeared in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

***

In the blink of an eye, Shen Mian arrived at the Mozun's bedroom. He found it strange, looked around, and said, "This place is better than where I live."

Mozun's icy figure seemed to pause for a moment, and he asked: "Why?" That palace was created by him with illusions, and it should be no different from the East Palace, so there is no good or bad.

Shen Mian lightly pursed her pink lips, a little shy, and whispered, "Because... there is your fragrance here."

"..."

Mozun looked away uncomfortably, and asked, "My lord, what is the fragrance?"

Shen Mian cautiously approached him, hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer to the man and sniffed lightly, and said happily, "It's a very serious and cold scent, I like it very much."

Shen Mian looked at his tall and stern figure, and added in a low voice: "When I smell this smell, I always think of that night, when you held me in your arms, I felt very solid and at ease."

"Can you see the face of this deity clearly?"

Shen Mian couldn't help being a little puzzled, and replied: "I can't see it more clearly, but I have already remembered it in my heart."

Mozun turned around, looked down at him, and said, "Then tell me, what does this deity look like."

Shen Mian looked at him seriously, and said: "The straight eyebrows, the straight nose, the indifferent eyes like purple jade, and the lips are..."

Mozun suddenly interrupted, "Okay." There was a sense of confusion that no one noticed in those words.

Shen Mian took a small step forward, and whispered, "I've always wanted to see you, but he just refused to let me see. I asked him many times, but he refused to say anything."

"he?"

Shen Mian nodded, and said: "It's the little ancestor, he's gone, I haven't seen him for several days, I came out to look for him because I was very anxious."

Mozun was silent, and said: "He will go back."

Hearing what he said, Shen Mian asked, "What is your relationship? Why are you so similar?"

Mozun said: "Brother. He likes to be quiet. Others have never seen him before."

Shen Mian was relieved, it was fine if they were not father and son, he didn't want to be that little devil's stepmother, he nodded and said, "I see, is he sick, that's why he wants to drink my blood?"

The Demon Lord was silent for a long time, but suddenly said: "This Lord is also sick..."

Before he finished speaking, this foolish human race bit his fingertips, brought the blood-stained fingers to his lips, and urged: "Drink quickly, drink more, I will obediently eat soup and red dates every day, I will Heal your disease, and your brother's disease."

It was just a few drops of blood, but it made this supreme being in the demon world, the lord of the Nether Mountains and Rivers, lose his mind in an instant.

He knew that this human race was very afraid of death, cherished his life, and cherished his own blood. This was the first time he was willing to give him blood instead of being threatened by him.

He stretched out his hand to hold the flawless white finger, and under Shen Mian's surprised gaze, the wound healed instantly, and the devil poked out the tip of his tongue, licking away the bright red.

"What I want is not your blood." He said, "What I want is something else."

Shen Mian blinked, those beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with watery light were full of bewilderment.

Mozun didn't explain, he suppressed the fishy sweetness rising from his throat, his real body was already difficult to maintain, he raised his hand and sent the person away.

***

In the blink of an eye, Shen Mian returned to the palace where the little devil placed him, and on the bed was a pale little devil.

Shen Mian was taken aback when she saw this, hurriedly walked up to him, and asked, "Are you hurt? Who can hurt you, and who dares to hurt you?"

The child raised his eyelids, and the purple glazed pupils looked at him quietly without saying a word.

It was the first time for Shen Mian to see him in such a weak state, looked down at his fingers, and thought to himself that it would be better not to heal them just now, so that he would bite them again.

He put his bleeding finger near the little devil's lips, letting him drink his own blood, resting his chin on the other hand, and whispered: "I saw him, it's your brother, I know he remembers me too, Who would not remember such a good-looking person as me?"

Mozun on the bed had a soft look in his eyes, but he didn't answer.

Shen Mian continued: "I haven't told him about my liking for him yet, so you are not allowed to say so, otherwise I will deduct your ration." The "ration" naturally refers to his blood.

The little devil asked, "Why?"

Shen Mian smiled very reservedly, and muttered in a low voice, "I've only met him twice, so it's a bit frivolous to say it now, and he won't like me. After getting along for a long time in the future, I will always have a chance to tell him."

"Do you know his identity?"

Shen Mian said: "So what if you know, he is the Demon Lord, I like him, he is not the Demon Lord, but I still like him, what I like is him, I don't care about the others."

The child on the bed suddenly closed his eyes, but his ears were slightly red.

Naturally, Shen Mian couldn't find it, he was immersed in the character setting of first love, and couldn't help himself, lying on the bedside to look at his sweetheart's younger brother, with a virtuous smile, said: "Speaking of it, you two brothers are really similar, wait When you grow up, you think you are a very handsome and powerful demon. Well, even the Lengxiang on your body is very similar, as if he is by your side, that's great."

Shen Mian leaned in front of him, sniffing carefully.

The little devil had his fingertips in his mouth, and for some time forgot to eat blood, and just looked at him, a faint, hard-to-catch smile flashed across his eyes.

***

Afterwards, every two weeks, Mozun would take Shen Mian to the East Hall for a day, and personally teach him the Demon Clan's skills. Shen Mian's comprehension is extremely high, but in just half a year, he has already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment.

The ranks of magic cultivators are divided into seven realms: Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Demon Pill, Demon Infant, God Transformation, Void Refining, and Tribulation Transcendence.If you want to maintain your appearance, you must also form a pill.

Shen Mian's Yuan Dan was destroyed by Shen Jun, cultivating demons and cultivating immortals lead to the same goal, if you don't shape Yuan Dan, you can only stop at the peak of foundation establishment.

After getting along for more than half a year, Mozun is still indifferent, he seems unwilling to let Shen Mian see his face, so Shen Mian can only see his tall and stern back.

Shen Mian approached him quietly, and hooked a strand of his black hair with her fingertips, her eyes leaked a little joy, and she pretended to ask casually: "The Yuan Dan is broken, it is impossible to repair it."

Mozun was silent for a moment, just as if he had never seen his disrespect, and said: "Yes, it's just trouble."

If he recovers [-]% of his strength, it will be enough to recondense Yuandan for Shen Mian, but if he drinks a few drops of blood every day, he may not be able to recover in a thousand years.

Shen Mian became more courageous, and moved a little closer, picked up the icy black hair on the man's back with her light white fingers, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Even Your Majesty said it was troublesome, it should be very troublesome, Forget it, life and death is a matter of life, my life is worth it."

Demon Lord was startled slightly, he has lived for a long time, he almost forgot that ordinary human beings have a limited lifespan, only cultivating the demon body but not forming pills, prolonging the lifespan by at most 300 years.

The first thing he thought of was not that without the blood pressure of this human race to suppress the dark energy in his body, he would be in a lot of trouble in the future. The first thing he thought of, and even the only thing that came to his mind, was a firm "no way".

He personally trained him as his own, fed soup and red dates every day, and accompanied him every day. He couldn't imagine losing him.

Mozun frowned slightly, and said: "I will find a way to recondense Yuandan for you."

"But I don't want to cause trouble to His Majesty..."

Before he finished speaking, the Demon Realm Supreme suddenly turned around, a tuft of black hair slipped between Shen Mian's fingers, and then his wrist was held by a big hand.

The Mozun is very tall, so his hands are extraordinarily broad, and the sleeping wrist is in his palm, like a jade lotus root that can be easily broken, delicate and fragile.Just like the life of the human race, in the eyes of the master of the demon world, it is no different from a mayfly, and it is all fleeting.

Shen Mian stared at his face obsessively, and felt that the icy face of the master of the demon world showed a hint of shyness?He shook his head, thinking he must have read it wrong.

Demon Venerable stared at him with lowered eyes, the hidden emotions in his eyes were difficult to understand, he was silent for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

***

At night, the little devil climbed onto the sleeping bed and slept side by side with him.

Shen Mian naturally refused to agree, this little devil looks like a child, but he is not a real child, how could he share the same bed.

Shen Mian pushed him, and said: "Go down quickly, if His Majesty finds out, he will probably be angry."

The little devil said with a straight face, "He won't get angry."

Shen Mian still refused, and said: "You're not him, how do you know he won't be angry, I was accidentally kissed on the cheek by Ziya earlier, he was jealous."

The little devil was silent for a long time, but he asked something irrelevant: "You hate sleeping with other people?"

Shen Mian thought for a while, and said: "Then who is this 'other'? If His Majesty is willing to sleep with me, I will not feel disgusted, but rather happy."

His flawless white cheeks were slightly flushed, as if stained with haze, it was too beautiful to behold.

Mozun looked at him, his mood that had never been turbulent for thousands of years, but now it was ups and downs. He couldn't tell this stupid and idiotic human race that they were all him, otherwise, he would definitely not like him that much.

The lord of the Netherworld, the omnipotent lord of the demon world, can't maintain his real body, how ridiculous.

Naturally, there is a solution to his injury. The body of this human race is very special, and it is the most suitable medicine cauldron for him. As long as he uses it to heal the injury, the dark energy in the body will be resolved by itself, and there is no need to use the stupid method of taking blood.

However, how can such a small and fragile human race bear him?He was afraid that he would hurt, cry, be afraid, and even more afraid that he would no longer like him.

Therefore, although there is a very simple way to recondense Yuandan for him, he can only find another way.

Seeing that he was silent, Shen Mian suspected that he was angry, so she had to compromise, pulled up the quilt, and covered the little devil beside him who was frowning like an adult.

Although he doesn't know whether the magic cultivator is afraid of the cold, it's like he doesn't understand why he needs to sleep when he reaches the level of the little devil.

He sighed: "Forget it, you can sleep here tonight, just don't let Your Majesty know."

When he mentioned the word "Your Majesty", it was not like the awe and fear of others when they mentioned those two words, but it was very sweet and soft, as if he was whispering the name of his sweetheart softly.

It's not that Mozun doesn't have a name, but that name was discarded by him in the very distant past.Just like his appearance, he was left in the distant past.

The demon king has no name, no appearance, and even his real body is difficult to maintain. He used to have nothing.

But now, he has a very beautiful, obedient, and cute human boy. This little boy who is tens of thousands of years younger than him always thinks of him, misses him, and loves him deeply.So, he felt very satisfied.