My name is devouring, and I exist in the sea of demon kings in the past dynasties, and if you are strong, you will be strong, and if you are weak, you will be weak.

Before attaching to the current sea of knowledge of the little ghost, my former master, the little ghost and his father, was once a great figure in the history of the demon world, he tore through the ban set by the ancient gods before, and forcibly brought the demons to the human world, enriching the monotonous recipes of the demon race for many years.

But this is the hero who is so famous that all the female demons in the demon clan love him, and after more than ten years of dashing in the human world, he encountered a big problem that belongs to the legendary heroes from all walks of life - sad beauty.

He still fell in love with the little girl called the Holy Maiden who had been pushed out by the Bright Holy Sect for many years, and when he fell in love with someone, the length of that little girl was the same as one of his arms, and he would only stagger up a few steps, and accidentally kowtowed to the demon king who came to rob him, and raised a pair of foggy big eyes, and the light golden eyes were like a freshly baked poached egg......

The above is the Demon King who completely forgot that he was going to rob after the spring heart sprouted, and he told me in person after he came back, and he focused on describing to me the tempting Cheng dù of the two poached eggs, and talked about this topic for two days.

The sky can see, before living in the sea of knowledge of this demon king, how I didn't like to talk, and I was so cold that I seemed to be standing at the top of this world...... Psychics.

After that, things were out of control.,The demon king who was completely captured by poached eggs began the road of cultivation of secret pokes.,Don't do anything all day.,Just hang behind the little girl like a ghost asking for your life.,There's a small notebook in your hand.,From time to time, I bite my finger and write things on it with blood.,Ghost drawing symbol-like words.,I can't understand it that lives in his brain.。

Once I accidentally let the little girl see it, I thought the smell of blood was not good, and kindly stuffed him with a charcoal, and the demon king turned around and chewed it in his mouth, and told me with a bitter face how bad that thing was for a day.

That's not meant to be food, idiot!

I finally raised the little girl, but it was the Hui Demon Clan who pushed Wen Jiàn who was sent to the table into the small black room, and as soon as I turned around, there was a young man with eyebrows, and it was not only two poached eggs, but also a golden egg cake spread on the head.

The Demon King was so depressed that he went back to the Demon Realm and drunk himself, chattered and greeted the eighteenth generation of its ancestors for three days, and announced that he was going to close the forbidden place that had been torn apart and would never set foot in the sad place of the human world again.

In this way, the people of the demon clan stopped doing it, and a few messages were flexibly combined, and the little girl was stunned and put on the bed of the demon king, sprinkled the most powerful medicine, and pushed the drunk demon king inside, and closed the door deadly, trying to solve the crisis by the most fundamental means.

The crisis was not solved, but when he came out, even the demon king was seriously injured, and he stuck a sharp knife in his heart, and sent the little girl back, sitting in the small black room and burning his small book of ghost drawing talismans page by page, and got up and closed the ban that was torn apart, and only the demonic energy awakened after the appearance of the next demon king could break through the ban again.

The demon king, who has always been so tired of talking, never said a word again, and even I didn't know what I had found in those days, and by the time I was done thinking about it and wanted to take the initiative to ask, the light in front of me had completely lost its light.

Zhihai is completely gone.

The Demon King is dead.

Although I am accustomed to seeing life and death, the sudden thing still caught me off guard, and the sound that has never stopped in my ears has never sounded again, and the loneliness does not hide my lonely sleep in the dark reality.

In order to get rid of that annoying feeling, I began to learn to talk to myself, thinking about the previous demon kings one by one, comparing their gains and losses, and summed up a conclusion with the highest practicality - the demon king without the person he loves lives much better than the demon king with the person he loves.

From this, a new inference has arisen, and it is difficult for a demon king who falls in love with humans to end well.

So, when I finally waited for a new demon king, only to find that he was full of eyes and only thought about a little human girl, I really couldn't find the shadow area in my heart.

Not to mention that I was forced out of the game by that girl as soon as I appeared on the stage.

Lao Tzu didn't even finish reading the lines, hey!

Finally, taking advantage of the jealousy in the little ghost's heart to nourish my meager strength, I showed the little ghost the human girl's half-hearted temperament, and people just came over and kissed him on the forehead, and he was so excited that he didn't know how to cover his forehead with his hand all night, thinking that he could keep the touch when she kissed her.

Father and son should be so stupid!

Even going to school is to learn the etiquette of those human Raushs, just to be more worthy of other girls.

Isn't this kind of thing all about faces?!

Besides, you're the demon king, the demon king, even if you learn the lesson of your father, you can't use the strong, you don't need to be like a male pet, and you deliberately rush to please and cater to it, right?

The dignity of the demon king, the dignity!

I really can't see it in you two fathers and sons.

However, the witty spirit immediately thought that the little ghost was only ten years old now, and he had been outside for a few years, and he had seen the world of flowers, plus I was blowing the wind on the pillow next to me, and I said bad things about the girl, maybe he would directly forget about people and realize the loftiness of his identity as a demon king.

Hey? Something seems wrong?

But don't worry about the many new battle plans that have been formulated, so let's resolutely implement them.

But!

Little ghost, the little girls have already greeted you so warmly, why don't you even look at it? People just ask you for a lesson, what does it mean for you to scare people into crying with your eyes? And this is supposed to be a dance class, you came to the class obediently, why are you so reserved like a girl that you just refuse to dance with others? People are here to invite you to dance together, what is the matter with you grabbing a handful of food and letting it go to someone's hands?

……

However, it has only been a few months, and patience has to be reluctant to give up, and it is still a little unbearable.

Especially watching that little ghost not sleep all night long, his subordinates automatically wrote the girl's name when he was distracted, and even once chased someone's carriage on the street for a long distance, and finally found out that he still recognized the wrong person, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you want to see how she is now?"

I waited a long time, until he was lying on the bed, and habitually covering his forehead, before I got that belated answer.

"No, I can't hold on when I see someone."

He never said anything after that, he did what he had to do, ignored everyone in front of him, walked to eat, went to class and slept, in a daze regardless of the occasion and place, and his fingers were crooked but only one name was written.

Clores.

I've never heard him call it once, but I've been with it every day, and I'm even more ingrained in the sea of imps than I am.

The scene is familiar.

Wouldn't it be that both father and son were struggling on this?

His father finally made one of him, but how old is this little ghost?!

I rekindled my old thoughts, and continued to speak ill of the girl, but I didn't expect that this little ghost could be cruel to himself, and he suffered more when he tortured me, but he still didn't hesitate to do it every time he mentioned that kind of topic.

It's really a demon king.

When it came to the day when the girl came to pick up the person herself, although I once again passed by the pleasure of beating people, I was still very relieved.

Anyway, he still retains a little bit of the dignity of the demon king, and he sticks back again without his own eyes.

But what kind of physique is this girl, being in a coma is like dying, don't drag Lao Tzu to bury you!

Woo woo, after the last time Zhihai suddenly fell into darkness, Lao Tzu hated the place where the power went out from time to time, and the little ghost, you are sad and desperate, sad and desperate, how many meanings does it mean to make Zhihai black and wet? Won't it be haunted?

Just when I had already begun to think about what kind of death method should be used this time to be strong enough, that little ghost suddenly figured out that he was going to become a demon king, which is really ......

The mountains and rivers were desperate and there was no way out, so I went out and picked up shit luck.

As a result, that girl is really the nemesis of my life, she just woke up and said a few words, and pushed back the road to the demon king for several days, I just glad to have completed the primary task, with a large amount of power to fall asleep, just woke up to see the demon king cruelly directly tore the monster in his hand in half, and the sticky blood was isolated from the prohibition, and it didn't get on the body at all.

The circle around stupid humans was already stunned.

Oh, this is the power of our demons, get ready to tremble at our feet again, human!

As soon as I finished reading the lines, I felt that there was something wrong with the scene in front of me, stop, Your Majesty the Demon King, these are your people, are you really a good demon king who loves the people like a son like a son like a child so cannibalism?

Just when I was eager to grow my hands and feet to restrain the Demon King who didn't know what stimulation I had received, the group of monsters who were scared of killing were scurrying around with their heads in their hands, and they no longer dared to be in the sight of the new Demon King.

Ah, the majesty that belongs to the demon king alone after a long time, if it weren't for the long-term abandonment of government affairs by the previous demon king, and neglected to discipline the demons, it was to give them a few more guts, and no one dared to go wild, the new demon king is really a good demon king with brains and force~

After spending some time expressing my admiration, the new Demon King finally answered me with a face, "The Demon King still has to manage the affairs of the Demon Clan?" ”

I nodded cautiously in his grim tone.

I was answered by an impatient tone, followed by a tearing pain, and when I regained consciousness, I was in the demon realm, and in front of me was Wen Jiàn, who was so piled up that I couldn't even see the table.

I looked at my hands in amazement, and then looked down at my feet.

This is......

A voice suddenly sounded in his head, "You deal with the matter, if you don't obey, I'll come back and kill once a month, don't bother me if it's okay." ”

Before I could reply, the voice in my head that was so cold that I could carve ice sculptures had already withdrawn, and when I thought about connecting again, I received a signal that the connection was dropped.

Is this still a one-way calling device?

Then you say it's okay and don't bother you to do anything!

Fall in anger!

I struggled to slam a copy of the paper in front of me to the ground, only to choke on the dust and cough heartbreakingly.

It turns out that it's not very good to have a body.

In order to avoid becoming a disobedient demon in the mouth of the demon king, I could only resign myself to dealing with the invisible pile of texts in front of me, and it was not until sixteen years later that I was liberated.

The new Demon King has awakened again.

But this new demon king inherited the hair color of his grandfather's most hated omelet, and he didn't deal with his father like that, so for that?

If you kill me, I can't beat your father!

I slowly rolled my eyes in the sea of knowledge of this little child, and suddenly wanted to go back and continue to deal with how to break the text?