"Marshmallow, I'm sorry." She said.

After saying this, she was stunned, and so was the marshmallow.

Marshmallow cautiously asked, "Ah Zhao, why did you just tell me that you were sorry?" ”

Ah Zhao was at a loss: "Why...... I don't know why. ”

The sudden emotion of that moment just now has disappeared at this moment, and there is not even a trace of a moment.

Marshmallow fell silent, the little anticipation that had risen in her heart was dashed.

This is when Misia came to me.

"Lily, how did you get here?"

Ah Zhao stood up from the ground: "Sister Misia." ”

Micia glanced at her depressed look, and instantly gained insight into her thoughts: "I want to go to Your Majesty, but I didn't succeed, and I'm so sad that I have to cry here?" ”

Zhao: "...... Actually, I didn't ...... "so sad that I cried."

Micia interrupted her: "I don't need to explain it, I understand, I used to be young." ”

Zhao: "I really don't have ......"

"You're too young." Micia said.

"What?" Ah Zhao looked confused.

Micia looked at her as if she had come over: "Your Majesty doesn't like little girls. Even if you succeed in attracting His Majesty's attention, you can't get His Majesty to bed, can you? ”

Zhao: "Huh? ”

Misia: "So, a nine-year-old girl, don't think so much, love yourself, eat and drink well, and dress up beautifully." With Lily's complexion, you will definitely be glamorous when you grow up. When the time comes......"

Micia showed an expectant look: "When the time comes, I will seduce our cold Demon King, Your Majesty." ”

Ah Zhao was dumbfounded.

The other party really regarded "Thinking of the Sandman" as a reasonable project.

"Misia." A cold voice suddenly appeared in the ears of the two, "Too idle lately?" ”

Misia hurriedly changed her expression, and she was very serious: "Your Majesty." ”

"As the head maid of the Demon Palace, please pay attention to your words and deeds."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Micia replied.

However, she quickly added: "If Your Majesty wants to find someone to sleep with, don't forget me." ”

Ah Zhao never heard the Demon King's answer again, I don't know if he was angry, or if he felt that there was no need to answer this kind of thing.

But soon, her ears remembered the familiar indifferent voice of the demon king again: "You, don't be delusional about beating my idea. ”

Zhao: "......"

She glanced at Micia, who looked as usual, and it was obvious that she had said this to herself alone.

She looked down at herself, her white and tender little hands were soft, and there was a hint of baby fat.

She's just a nine-year-old girl!

What causes everyone to think of themselves so madly?

Or is it that the people in the Demon Domain are all so open?

She opened her mouth and suddenly realized that she didn't need to speak, and that consciousness could pass her thoughts on.

"Your Majesty the Demon King, please don't insult me! I like you, I adore you, I want to follow you, and I don't have that dirty desire. ”

"And let me emphasize once that I am only nine years old, and Your Majesty, I have seven years to reach adulthood."

The Demon King lowered his long eyelashes and sneered: "Then, I hope you remember today's words." ”

Zhao: "......"

Why is this man's speech so itchy?

"Lily, Lily?" Micia called out to her twice, "Why are you here again?" ”