The Demon Lord has too many aliases

"I've seen this Demon King! The Spirit King has invited me.

"Chapter 38 Entering the Vast Sea (8) The sky is as clear as water, extending from the boundless wilderness to the distance, boundless and boundless.

On the top of a mountain in the distance, a huge strange bird suddenly took off, its golden body flying across the sky. Its two wings, which were made of steel, gently stirred the surrounding clouds and smoke, as if it was worried about disturbing something.

Golden-winged Dapeng is a little panicked and confused now.

——It is clearly the noble messenger sent by the Spirit King to summon a country bumpkin demon. How come it just met him face to face and inexplicably became a miserable mount and coachman? The most frightening thing is that the owner of Xuandong Mountain, who can't figure out his emotions or anger, keeps his eyes on it from time to time, always staring at the most fleshy and fattest parts of its body. His thoughts are self-evident.

In order not to be eaten as a snack, Golden-winged Dapeng decisively abandoned his moral integrity.

It flew across the sky softly and slowly, and something on its back reflected the bright sunlight, which looked a little dazzling.

It was a very gorgeous carriage, the size of half a room, with pearls and jade as curtains, whale oil for lighting, the top-quality demon fur as a bed, and exquisite snacks and spiritual fruits placed next to it...everything was exquisite. Appropriate, like a shrunken palace.

The young man's lazily voice came from the palace: "Not bad, but it barely suits my liking.

"Golden-winged Dapeng:"..."...Can this not be what you want? It took out everything, almost emptied its entire small treasury, accumulated over many years, and became empty in one day.

The two people lying leisurely in the carriage could not understand the sadness of this golden-winged roc.

The two of them were sitting side by side on a soft couch, with only a low table the size of a chessboard between them. Their upper bodies leaning towards each other were so close that a few strands of hair were tangled together.

On Yan Weilou's lap was an open storybook, which he had plundered from Mrs. Nishang's private collection.

Before leaving, Yan Weilou took out this storybook.

This is his secret weapon.

——Although he looked sworn and confident in front of Su Xinghan before, even the script had been written.

But Yan Weilou, who has been single all his life, obviously doesn't know how to spread dog food.

In other words, he doesn't know how to interpret the emotion of "like".

If he had expectations for love before time travel, then now he thinks that he has seen through all the emotions in the world, and they are all just use.

The persona of being crazy about love is simply making things difficult for himself.

Therefore, this sentence is particularly important to him.

According to Yan Weilou's logic, since Mrs. Nishang likes this story book so much, it must be that the story must be in line with the aesthetics of demons.

Don’t know how to act like you’re in love? Just do what the protagonist does.

Thinking about it this way, the idea is really clear and clear.

With a big thumbs up for his wit in his heart, Yan Weilou flipped through the storybook in his hand with a serious study attitude, sometimes frowning, sometimes pondering.

He carefully watched the clips of the two protagonists together, looking for something to learn from: "Well... when we are alone in a room, you feed each other snacks... It's inexplicable. Isn't this a waste of time? Why? Is it so laborious? Could it be that this snack is very unpalatable, so it is a smart way to deliberately avoid each other..." Just as he was murmuring, a peeled spirit fruit was suddenly handed to his lips, holding the spirit fruit. The two fingers were pale and slender, and looked indescribably beautiful.

Yan Weilou, who was immersed in the storybook, subconsciously took a bite of the spirit fruit, and then was stunned.

He turned his head to look at Su Xinghan, the corner of his lips brushed across the fingertips inadvertently, and his face was slightly embarrassed.

It was as if he had promised to get full marks on the test easily, but was found to have stayed up late at night to secretly make up for his homework, which made him feel a little guilty.

The young man's eyes flashed slightly, he blinked slightly, and whispered awkwardly but politely: "Ha, it turns out Mingguang, you also read this storybook, and you learned and applied it so quickly... Wait a minute! "...This script is wrong!" Shouldn't it be that the domineering mountain master forcibly feeds the spirit fruit, and the kidnapped human race young master resists even if he doesn't want to fight to the death? Am I being robbed of my role? What about the domineering and domineering mountain master who is crazy about love and the cold and cold young master who is not hypocritical? You seem to have picked the wrong person! The expression on his face was very wonderful for a moment.

Su Xinghan looked over to him: "What's wrong?" "No, it's nothing.

"Yan Weilou shook his head decisively.

The previous conversations between the two were conducted through sound transmission, so there were no flaws on the surface.

After looking at the golden-winged roc flying hard outside, Yan Weilou decided to quickly pull back the almost derailed script before arriving at the demon base camp.

He carefully recalled the plot in the storybook, stretched out one arm to grab Xue Xinghan, and directly picked up a plate of spiritual fruits on the table with the other hand, handing it to him, tough and unyielding. He said: "Go ahead and eat, it's all yours.

"This tone and gesture are not at all like dedicating a rare spiritual fruit to a sweetheart, but more like the villain boss is forcing the decent protagonist to swallow poison.

"..." Xiu Xinghan was slightly startled.

"You are already the owner of this mountain, so don't be reluctant.

Even if you want to eat the meat of the Demon King, this mountain master can get it for you.

Common monsters like the Golden-winged Dapeng can eat as much as they want! "The golden-winged roc, which was flying smoothly, shivered and almost fell from the sky.

Yan Weilou, who has no self-consciousness about his acting skills in emotional dramas, enjoys playing the domineering mountain lord, staring at the person in his arms without blinking.

In those dark eyes, beneath the seemingly gentle surface, there was an animal-like coldness and ferocity in the depths of the pupils.

He raised the chin of the person in his arms and locked his eyes tightly on his face: "Well, do you remember?" Su Xinghan suddenly caught his focused gaze, looking at those cold pupils, lips He couldn't help but bend his head in a small arc, and nodded obediently: "Yeah!" Yan Weilou: "???" Seeing that Su Xinghan really started to eat the spirit fruit obediently, Yan Weilou once again felt that the script was wrong, and he couldn't help but give Su Xinghan Xinghan sent a message: "What's wrong with you, Mingguang? Are you too nervous? In fact, you just need to act as you normally do.

"The fingers that Su Xinghan just stretched out were slightly stiff, and he blinked slowly with an innocent expression.

"...I forgot.

" He looked straight at Yan Weilou, with an unexpected calmness in his tone and eyes: "Sorry, I can't help but forget the script when I meet your eyes..." An extremely subtle emotion suddenly passed through Yan Weilou's heart. , fleeting.

Then he couldn't laugh or cry.

Is this a disguised way of praising him for his excellent acting skills and his gentle expression, which made him fall into the scene instantly? Did he agree by accident? Su·Filter One Meter Thick·Xing Han, seriously retorted: "It's not just now.

”——Always very gentle.

Yan Weilou, who had no self-awareness, became a little distressed.

It turns out that acting too well can become a worry.

In a matter of minutes, my companions were so addicted to it that they actually lost their character.

Alas, this damn acting has nowhere to go! In the sky, the golden-winged roc let out a long cry: "Master Demon King, we are here!" After being reminded like this, Yan Weilou reacted: "So fast?" The golden-winged roc replied respectfully: "It only takes an hour for the little one to fly at full speed. In order to let the Demon King sit comfortably, he slowed down and took two more hours.

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