101 hugs

Chapter 372 I'm going to find my groom
Luo Xi looked at Jingjing who didn't follow the rules at all, and then looked at Mozun who was holding Jing'er.

"Go back to the Demon Palace." Mo Zun glanced at Jing'er, said, and then flew towards the Demon Palace.

"I'm not going back to the demon palace, I'm going to find my groom." Jingjing yelled, struggling to protest, she just wanted to argue with the demon king.

"Don't think about it." In the tone of the Demon Lord, there was a faint voice of grinding teeth, and he looked at Jingjing with hidden anger. He felt very uncomfortable that this little human being is not attached to him now. She didn't want to appear in front of his eyes again, but now, she didn't appear in front of his eyes, but it made his anger deepen.

"I'm not someone of yours, why do you stop me from going to my bridegroom officer." Jingjing snorted coldly with her mouth curled up. She didn't even let her find her own happiness. Who is so authoritarian.

"Without my permission, you don't want to marry." Mozun's arrogant face was stained with anger, as if he was angry with himself.

Jingjing raised her head and looked at the statue-like handsome face of the Demon Lord. Emma looked at the displeased expression on his face that seemed to be angry but arrogant and wanted to hide her emotions. She was so cute. It made Jingjing want to eat tofu.

Why Mozun Mao is so terrifying in the eyes of others, but so cute in front of her?Jingjing couldn't help lowering her head, and pressed her hands on Xiao Lu's heart, her little face was blushing, she couldn't do it, she felt her heart beating faster.

When the Mozun saw Jingjing pressing her heart, that palm-sized face was blushing, and the Mozun couldn't help but feel worried, "What's wrong?"

"Ah?" Hearing the Demon Lord's question, Jingjing, who was still immersed in her own imagination, suddenly came back to her senses.

"Your heart is hurting?" Mozun looked at the big eyes of the little human being in his arms, a little out of focus, and couldn't help being more worried. There was a red light in his black eyes, and he looked at Jingjing's heart Through spells, through Jingjing's flesh and blood, it is clearly visible that Jingjing's half heart is beating alive, but the beating speed seems to be a little irregular, which makes the demon king even more worried.

"Yes, my heart is hurting. You scared my groom away. I'm so sad." Jingjing lowered her eyelids with a melancholy face, hiding the sly light in her eyes. If he fell in love with her, he would not be able to live a peaceful life.

"..." Mozun's jaw tightened, and the flying speed increased, almost making Jingjing feel the whistling wind whistling in her ears. She looked around, but saw white clouds floating around, and this beautiful scenery, but It didn't make Jingjing feel half-appreciative.

"Wow, don't fly so fast, I'm afraid of heights." Jingjing's face turned pale, and she buried her head in the arms of the Demon Lord, her fear of heights flared up again, and when she thought of her own height, she felt a chill down her spine. Legs trembling.

Around Mozun, he felt the small body in his arms trembling. His angry eyes flashed a touch of distress, and the fluttering cloak behind him immediately fluttered forward, wrapping Jingjing tightly. real.

Feeling that she was wearing the Demon Lord's cloak, a sense of security that reassured her welled up in her heart, and Jingjing's symptoms of acrophobia were slowly suppressed, and the flying speed of the Demon Lord, Also because Jingjing was afraid, she was a lot slower.

Jingjing was leaning in the arms of the Demon Lord, and it had been a long time since she was hugged by the Demon Lord and flew in the sky. This feeling is really nostalgic, isn't it?
Luo Xi had already flown ahead, he stopped for a while, and looked at the demon king, who always flew at lightning speed, but now because of Jingjing, the flying speed was slower than when humans just learned to fly with swords The speed is still slow.

The former demon king never cared about anyone's feelings, let alone change his way of doing things because of others, but he indulged and tolerated Jingjing again and again, and even he was never broken. principles are broken.

Alas, Mozun obviously has Jingjing in his heart, but because of Mozun's temperament, he is not good at expressing, let alone talking, now the way Mozun treats Jingjing has changed a lot for Mozun.

After all, for thousands of years, the Demon Lord has been like an ice sculpture and has no other human emotions. It was only after Jingjing appeared that he gradually became more popular. The face that hadn't changed the year before was also in front of Jingjing With the emergence of such emotions as joy, anger and joy, it can be said that Jingjing has created a miracle, creating a miracle that can make the demon king have emotions.

Due to his personality, it is naturally impossible for Mozun to express his feelings for Jingjing generously immediately. It is not unreasonable to be sullen and arrogant.

Thinking of this, Luo Xi can only think that Jing'er needs to be more patient with Mo Zun, so that Mo Zun can be embraced in the end.

Although Mozun flies slowly, there is always a moment to arrive.

They finally arrived at the Great Hall of the Demon Palace.

Mozun stood in the main hall, looking at Jing'er who was still lying on her stomach, the cloak wrapped around her was lifted, revealing Jingjing's small face with her eyes closed.

"Here we are." Mozun lowered his head and looked at Jingjing who had her eyes closed, knowing that although her eyes were closed, she was not asleep.

Jingjing opened her eyes, looked around, looked at the familiar Demon Palace, and exhaled, instead of jumping off the ground immediately, she stretched out her small hand and wrapped it around the Demon Lord's neck, saying softly and pitifully, " My legs are weak and I can't walk, Mozun will hug me and put me on my soft couch, okay?"

Jingjing's pocket version of the boudoir is still preserved, and the furnishings have not changed in any way, and it is spotless.

Mozun looked at the little human who was lying in his arms and refused to go to the ground, and seeing her clinging to him like before, Mozun's gloomy mood just now was actually lifted by this.

Without any objection, Mozun lifted his foot, carried Jing'er and walked towards the soft couch in the corner of the hall.

The slender and tall body stood still, then bent down, and gently and carefully placed Jing'er on the soft couch, that movement was like caring for a treasure.

But after Jingjing sat firmly on the soft couch, the Demon Lord did not retreat immediately. His slender and tall body squatted down beside Jingjing. The small face of Jingjing on the table is facing each other.

The calm and cold aura of the Demon Lord brushed over Jingjing's cheeks, and he was staring at Jingjing intently at this moment. His eyes had a condensation that belonged to him alone, but at this moment, there was a touch of coldness in those eyes. The deep emotion that Jingjing couldn't understand but made her feel her heart beat faster and she couldn't breathe...

(End of this chapter)