Now it is night, the sky is full of stars, Ye Lichen is lying on the grass and looking at the sky, thoughtful.

Her Demon King sat on the big bluestone, leaning against the tree and looking at the sky, quite pleasantly.

This kind of underworld is really rare, and she rarely sees such a laid-back side of the underworld, just like a carefree nobleman.

So why did the Dead become the so cold she saw?

"Little furball, why don't you answer this king? Do you want to eat chicken legs?"

The Demon King leaned against the tree and poked the fleshy body of the little hairball with his hand.

"Squeak" don't eat, she's not hungry.

But in the ears of the Demon King, he wants to eat, and the little hairball wants to eat chicken legs.

"Since Little Furball likes to eat chicken thighs so much, then Ben Wang will take you to continue eating chicken thighs. ”

After saying that, the Demon King Immortal began to fly towards the town with a small fur ball.

Ye Lichen suddenly felt that countless grass Nima flashed in his mind......

Drumstick...... Why did Immortal suddenly have a soft spot for chicken legs?

Ye Lichen only felt that he had come to the restaurant selling chicken drumsticks again in an instant, but this was ancient times after all, and the chicken thighs seller had already closed the door.

The chicken drumsticks must not be sold, but Ye Lichen saw that the Demon King was actually disappointed because he didn't eat the chicken drumsticks.

"Squeak!"

Ye Lichen patted his hand with his little paws, what is the chicken leg? I hope he won't be sad.

Who knows, but I heard the dead man say very calmly, "Little hairball, since there are no chicken legs to sell, then we will take the master who makes chicken legs away." ”

"Shrimp?"

Ye Lichen was a little auditory, how much did he love to eat chicken legs? How could he be crazy enough to take away the master who made chicken legs?

Ye Lichen couldn't stop the Demon King, he had already entered the restaurant with him.

Most of the people in the restaurant have already slept, and only a few rooms are still lit.

"Who is the master who can make chicken legs?" the Demon King muttered, holding the little hairball Ye Lichen from room to room, silently and incognito.

Xiao Er, who was sleeping, only felt cold and swishing, and he didn't know when the quilt was lifted.

The Demon King felt that this investigation was too slow, so he simply asked someone to say hello, so he kicked up Xiao Er who was sleeping in a room.

"Who? who kicked me?" Xiao Er woke up in a daze, looked at the other people on the bed, and saw that they were all sleeping well, and scratched his head strangely and went back to sleep.

"What are you sleeping!" the king asks you. ”

A man in black suddenly appeared in Xiao Er's mind, and he was still talking to him when he was awake, and the whole person screamed, screaming ghosts, ghosts!

Instantly woke up the others in their sleep, "Where the hell did you come from? What's going on?"

A group of people rubbed up, looked at Xiao Er, who was not lightly frightened, and stepped forward to ask.

"Big Bull, what's wrong? What the hell?"

"What do you see?"

......

The chattering group of people completely disrupted the rhythm of the Demon King, so he appeared in front of everyone.

"This king asks you, who will make chicken legs?"

As soon as the Demon King finished speaking, many juniors were frozen in an instant, and suddenly screamed, "Ghost!"

In an instant, the people in the whole room desperately ran away, and the Demon King was annoyed by the screams of this group of people, so he directly fixed it in its place.

"It's noisy!"

The Demon King stood in the room, looking at the little two who were fixed one by one, and the whole world was silent in an instant.

"Does this king look like a ghost?"

The Demon King touched the little white ball and tried to get an answer from it, but it was almost impossible.

So he still looked at this group of people and asked, but he had already frozen this group of people, and some of them were so frightened that they peed their pants, where did they dare to speak.

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