At night, Mu Hua's room was sprinkled with faint incense, he lay on the bed, thinking about everything that happened during this time, especially thinking of the little slave, the tassel, the convex figure, standing there like a standing wave, surging, making her heart itch, turning over and over again and unable to sleep.

He called out to the girl to light the lamp. According to the rules of the demon world, the girl and the servant can not rest until the master falls asleep. The girl's tapping and tapping running sound came from the outside in, and when he heard it, it was the footsteps of a woman, and every step was on his heart, and he felt that the tapping sound was stepped on by the little slave, because he had listened to the little slave kicking in the dark night a few times, the sound was hooked, and the emotions fluctuated with the speed of the footsteps, and the heart was about to jump out of the chest, but fortunately, his throat was tight and swallowed. The lights were on, and he wanted to go out for a walk and see the moonlight in the Demon Realm (if there was one). But he inadvertently glanced at the girl, and his interest was lost, because the girl's body was like a flat plank, and she walked like a pole moving. However, a wonderful thought flashed through his mind, she wanted to see this girl's face, smell this girl's smell, is it also different? He shouted to the girl to turn around, and although his tone was resolute, his voice trembled slightly, and at the end he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if to see how unrighteous the woman's face was, and how much determination was needed.

The girl held the lamp and stood a little, was she worried about this new master? Or do you have something else in mind? She turned unnaturally and even stiffly. Through the light, Mu Hua first looked at her clothes, it was just a layer of tulle, this layer of tulle reluctantly wrapped the wooden board, due to the heavy night, the tulle could not be seen really, but the exposed calves and arms could show that she was a white woman, how white was it? It's not easy to look at it this way. His eyes flickered upward, "Oh! He couldn't help but exclaim, why didn't he take a good look at this face during the day? This face was puffed out of pink and white, with big eyes, long eyelashes that took up almost half of the front face, and tender lips that were thick and red and shimmering with shyness. Mu Hua's heart was hot, he knew very well why he was hot, but he felt that this kind of heat was sorry for the little slave and the tassel, but this kind of heat was not something he could control. At this moment, he understood a truth: men and women are not together because they want to be together, and sometimes they are not under their control, and they may be able to control it well if they read too many sages, but if this thing can be controlled, then other things can also be controlled? Can good and bad things be controlled? For example, if he controls himself today, like Megumi Yanagishita, he will probably control himself tomorrow when he faces the threat of death, and he will not fight against fate and go with the flow; Or when faced with the infringement of their legitimate interests, they also control themselves to avoid disasters or make money in harmony and do not fight for it? So, control yourself? Either it's hypocrisy, or it's being slaughtered by others, this is the bad root of being beaten, hum! Acting spontaneously is the true temperament. Thinking of this, Mu Hua smiled, after going through so many tribulations, he smiled so happily for the first time.

"Girl, come and sit here." Mu Hua gave way to the left, vacating the right seat for her to sit. The girl is not twisted at all, her actions are generous and cute, but her face is blushing as if she has been coated with a layer of red rouge, but she shows a little delicate under the night light. Mu Hua is a person who has read the books of the sages, and today he is going to break the hadith in the books of the sages again, and he can't help but be excited in his heart, but fortunately his voice is very small, otherwise his heart will not end well. The girl looked at her with a pair of big bright watery eyes, like moonlight shining into his heart, this moonlight hidden eager taste, and hidden after the rain malt fragrance, but also a hot day by the pomegranate water sprayed on the face, refreshing and sharp. "Master, I know that you have worms in your heart, and I have them in my heart." The girl's voice trembled softly, and her bright eyes were covered with a veil that made people want to tear her apart and tear her into a beast. Mu Hua has not yet "transformed", he heard the girl say about the worm, he felt that there was indeed a worm in his heart, this worm was bent and drilled everywhere in his heart, making him breathless, and the air he inhaled seemed to have some indescribable particles, which made his heart feel stuffy. He is actually familiar with some things, but that is only for the little slave in his mind, and the little slave is round and slippery and sweet, not like this flat girl with the taste of malt, but this malt taste is reminiscent of the feeling of eating steamed buns, and you can fill your stomach with a few bites when you are hungry, and you don't even need to prepare dishes. The girl said, "Master, that little insect is drilled tightly, you can help me dig it out", and then took her body and pasted it, like a gummy hoop on the tongue, the gummy is for the tongue, and Muhua is the tongue. Mu Hua had an almost crazy sense of freshness, and forced himself to dig up the worm, which was just under the thin gauze like a cicada's wings, under the bright and tempting belly pocket, and under the whiteness of the malt fragrance. Mu Hua's bed kept shaking with all his remnants, and he wanted to dedicate everything to its new master, this is the world of the demon world, refreshing and profitable.

The next day's sun was exceptionally bright, Mu Hua thought about digging insects last night, and couldn't help but smile. Not much, there are no insects in his heart at this time, but there seems to be a bunch of insects on his body, which makes his body loose and soft and he doesn't want to get up. The girl stood by the door with her head bowed as if nothing had happened, it seemed that the sky had nothing to do with her, her style was attributed to the style of the demon world by Mu Hua, what style? He has learned a little about his experience these days, that is, "the exercises are decided in order, and they are done spontaneously", but this is by no means to say that the demon world does not have a heart of shame, compassion and compassion. These hearts of the demon world are buried in action, for example, that day, the man named Jin Kui could have killed him, but he didn't do that, but had to compete fairly; For example, last night, the girl used the insect as a metaphor to say something that didn't seem to be a big deal. In this way, it is really very pleasant to live in the Demon Realm. Unlike those scum in the human world, who dress elegantly and sanctimoniously all day long, do dirty things and don't admit them, and publicize themselves as incorruptible, get out.

Mu Hua dressed and washed under the girl's service, everything was as usual, but her actions were more careful and considerate, which was really touching. After Muhua tidied up herself, she already had hot soup and hot dishes on the table, and hot tea was served after eating, what more could you ask for in this kind of life? Isn't it true that those people in the human world who are squeezing their heads and going up are just for this kind of leisurely life? In the future, he will use all the tricks to rule the world, but he will become a ghost worm that sucks the blood of the people and the ointment of the people, and he will be condemned by his conscience, and he is afraid that he will go to hell after death, in the demon world? Even if you go to hell after death, you don't have to worry about being condemned by your conscience, which is always there, beating hotly.

Mu Hua sat there stunned for a long time, and then focused his mind on the round and convex body of the tassel. He thought, do you want to go to the Demon King to learn the exercises? I guess you don't have to take the initiative to come to the door, right? Judging from the current situation, since the demon king got him to the demon world, it is impossible to leave him here alone, wait, maybe the demon king took the initiative to come to him, thinking of this, he was happy for his cleverness.