This is the first time he has this feeling in so many years, perhaps, it is precisely because of this that when he crossed the void, he thought of coming to the Southern Wilderness to find him?

This sentence suddenly seemed like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, splitting Ji Xiaohu into a scorched exterior and tender inside.

He must have had auditory hallucinations just now, right?

What did His Majesty the Demon Emperor say? Like him?

However, they are all men, right?

This, this---

His whole body was petrified in his arms, for so many years, except for Yueyue and Princess Allure, plus the little milk bag, he had never been in contact with other girls, even so, but he didn't like men-

Ji Xiaohu's whole mind was messy, and he naturally thought of the liking in Feng Qiwu's mouth as the kind of liking between men and women.

In the attic in the distance, the little milk bag had completely forgotten that she wanted to pee, and at this time, her eyes were about to fall directly on the instep of her foot, and after peeping here for so long, what they said fell clearly in her ears.

Men like men?

Even if the so-called concept of men and women has not yet been formed in the young heart of the little milk bag, it is like a natural feeling that men should be with women.

The two men are together, and they feel a bunch of goosebumps when they think about it.

How do they play with kissing and how do they have babies?

Can a man have a baby? Well, this question seems to be very profound, and it seems that she has to ask for advice.

"Cough-" Xiao Milk Bao and Ji Xiaohu were in a petrified state, but they only heard Feng Qiwu cough vigorously, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Previously, he coughed up blood, which was injured by Mo Zun, but this time he coughed up blood, but it was deliberate.

"Ah, look, the emperor is coughing up blood again, the emperor is so pitiful, no one likes it, no one loves it, and no one cares about coughing up blood, alas--" Without Ji Xiaohu's response, His Majesty the Demon Emperor felt that the whole thing was not good, so he simply coughed hard twice, and the blood flowed was really a shocking red.

At this time, Feng Qiwu was like a child, and this strong cough made Ji Xiaohu speechless and inexplicably a little distressed.

This feeling is very strange, between him and His Majesty the Demon Emperor, he has only met once, but he doesn't know why, there is such a feeling.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, don't cough-" Ji Xiaohu reached out and patted his chest, wanting to help him smooth out, Feng Qiwu was indeed not lightly injured.

Fortunately, Ji Xiaohu's current alchemy technology is definitely enough for him to run rampant across the entire continent, as long as the Demon Emperor still has a breath, he can also find a way to heal him.

"Little fox, do you admit that you care about the emperor?" Feng Qiwu's pair of demon eyes emitted two rays of light, in fact, he just simply liked Ji Xiaohu, and he didn't think of that.

This fluffy fox half-demon, inexplicably able to poke his heart, when he is in the Cangyi Demon Clan, he can't help but think of him, and when he eats, he will think about whether the little fox has eaten at this time? When you take a bath, you will think, where does the little fox like to bathe?

Such and such chaotic thoughts have all become thoughts that cannot be obtained, day after day, month after month, accumulating deeper and deeper.

He just likes the little fox, what can't he say, he hopes that the creatures he likes also like him, it's that simple, and he won't have any other ideas.