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Chapter 277 Visiting the Devil's Palace
In the illusion, behind the Demon Lord, there is a big mirror, which really vaguely reflects his tall and straight back.

Jingjing looked at the back of the surroundings, and also noticed the mirror behind the demon king, and suddenly remembered a scene that impressed her the most and made her pay attention to the demon king when she was watching TV dramas.

That is, the demon king's bedroom is surrounded by mirrors, and he will always compete with the shadow in the mirror.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he competes with himself in martial arts. However, in Jingjing's eyes, there is a feeling of distress for no reason. Perhaps, the demon king is really too lonely. , his martial arts are the most powerful, unmatched by anyone, uh, except for the Flying General, but Su, the Flying General is very busy, and he has to protect the safety of the heavens every day, so naturally it is impossible to have too much contact with the demon king. What a long contest.

Therefore, Mozun Dada, who is too powerful and has no friends, can only compete with his own shadow in front of the mirror.

Alas, it is said that most people who are number one in the world are lonely. In fact, because of their own strength, no one dares to come here for friendship, is there any reason?
"Well, Mozun Da, can you agree to a small, small request?" Jingjing stretched out her finger, and asked a little distance away, expecting.

"Say." The succinct answer fit the taciturn Mozun Dada's style, and the Mozun raised his eyebrows, curious about what weird requests this little human would make.

"Can you paste my portrait on your mirror?" Jingjing clasped her hands together and said pleadingly, "Think about it, if my portrait is pasted on the mirror, you will be the same as the one in the mirror in the future." When the shadows compete, you won't be alone."

"How do you know that I am fighting against the shadow of the mirror?" Mozun frowned, and a look of coldness flashed across his eyes. No one had ever appeared in his bedroom, and no one knew that there was a mirror in his bedroom, let alone him. Will compete with the shadow in the mirror, this little human being is so clear?

"I guess, I saw a mirror behind you, you don't think you are narcissistic or like looking in the mirror, and you don't have any eccentricities, so the mirror in your bedroom is not because your image can be displayed in the mirror to let you Are you competing with yourself in the mirror, am I wrong?" Jingjing's brains turned fast enough, and she spoke nonsense without hesitation so smoothly that no one could doubt it.

The questioning in Mozun's eyes slowly faded away, thinking that this little human has no ability to know that there is a mirror in his bedroom.

Seeing that there was no doubt in Mozun's eyes, Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief, hehe, it was so dangerous, fortunately, she was not found out that she was actually a soul from another time and space, otherwise she would be finished.

"By the way, Mozun, can you let me visit your dormitory? This environment should be where you will follow wherever you go, right? Then can you go around your dormitory?" Jing Jing couldn't help but look curious, his wife was curious, now that the Demon Lord was standing, she could only see the mirror, and she couldn't see other decorations.

"You have a good rest, I have something to go." Mozun's mouth twitched slightly, as expected, this human being really had nothing to do.

After Mozun finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the illusion in front of Jingjing's eyes disappeared.

"Hey, wait..." Jingjing subconsciously reached out her hand to grab the Demon Lord in the illusion, but she could only grab the air. She couldn't help but blowing her beard and staring, humming, it's too hateful. There are very few, and now even the meeting time is so short, and you can't meet with little hands, you can only go through the illusion, it's really not satisfying at all.

Jingjing goes back, well, since I have nothing to do, let’s take a rest, Jingjing suddenly discovered that she seems to love to sleep when she has nothing to do, there is a tendency for a generation of sleep gods to be born out of nowhere, but after thinking about it, there must be Only a good spirit can help these flowers awaken their flower souls, and now we can only wait for the flower soul of this pot of wild flowers to wake up before asking the reason.

Thinking of this, Jingjing lay on her side, looked at the pot of wild flowers on the bedside table that looked very ordinary now, thinking about it, she couldn't resist the attack of drowsiness, and fell asleep.

As night fell, the servants stood guard in front of a wing, motionless, and there was no movement in the wing.

A tall, thin and slender figure appeared from the corridor and came towards the wing.

"Little Young Palace Master." The servants saw Ah Mo approaching, and hurriedly bowed respectfully.

"Jing'er hasn't woken up yet?" Ah Mo listened carefully, and asked when he heard that there was no sound in the wing room.

"Not yet." The servant shook his head and replied softly.

Ah Mo nodded slightly, then left the door of the wing room, walked to a stone table not far outside the corridor, and sat down. The position he was sitting in was facing Jingjing's wing room door.

A maid immediately brought a tea set and served Ah Mo to drink tea.

Silently drinking the tea, Ah Mo's gaze stayed on Jingjing's room door. He thought that the one sleeping in the wing room was his favorite girl, who was so close to him, which made him feel satisfied. feel.

He wants to be with Jing'er and get married.

Suddenly, the man in black who appeared on the road at noon today came to Ah Mo's mind, he frowned, he would definitely not let Jingjing be with that man in black, a flash of determination flashed across Ah Mo's face.

At this moment, a servant came hurriedly towards Ah Mo, and said in a low voice, "Little Young Mistress, the Mistress asked you to meet her in the bedroom."

Ah Mo nodded, and looked away from Jingjing's wing door, originally wanted to wait for her to wake up and take her to visit the Baihua Palace, but there is no hurry, there is plenty of time for this little girl to get familiar with the Baihua Palace, and then stay.

Standing up, Ah Mo returned to the corridor again, and walked towards Lady Baihua's bedroom.

Lady Baihua's bedroom is located at the back of the main hall, through the hall is her bedroom, Ah Mo walked through the hall, went straight to the bedroom, from a distance, she saw Lady Baihua sitting in the gazebo by the lake.

"Mother, what do you want to order for the baby?" Ah Mo walked up to Mrs. Bai Hua and asked.

"Sit down, mother will tell you about that little girl." Mrs. Baihua pointed to the opposite seat and said.

Ah Mo nodded, and after sitting down, he thought it was just right, he also had something to tell Lady Baihua, he wanted to tell her about marrying Jing'er.

"Mo'er, you seem to be a little different to that little girl." Lady Baihua seemed to be considering how to speak, her tone was very tactful and a little reserved. In fact, she was a woman after all, with a more careful and sensitive nature, and she was Ah Mo. My mother can always accurately grasp the emotions of her children.

"Yes, I like Jing'er, mother, I want to marry Jing'er." A gentle smile appeared on Ah Mo's face, and he said to Mrs. Baihua, in his tone, there was a firmness that could not be vetoed...

(End of this chapter)