The first day of the demon world!

Red boy, it won't be long before you are not the first day of the demon world!

Ha ha......

The corners of the black shadow's mouth hooked up a sinister smile, and then, he lit the serpentine stone lamp beside him, and the faint light of the fire danced slightly, illuminating his face much more clearly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two thick eyebrows that grew into the sideburns were as hideous as black snakes, as if they wanted to devour all the fire. Under the eyebrows, a pair of eyes exude a smug look, and the pupils are like blood, which is indispensable.

"Duo'er, come out quickly, Daddy has something good to show you. ”

The shadow turned its head away and shouted in a deep voice.

Immediately afterwards, a fat boy who looked to be five or six years old ran in through a hole door on the side, holding a piece of barbecue meat in his hand, glanced at the hall, and asked:

"Daddy, what is it?"

The fat boy was panting as if he were coming from far away.

The black shadow smiled at the fat boy standing on the stone face, then pointed to the red boy on the ground, and said, "This is it." ”

The fat boy took a bite of the fragrant cooked meat and walked towards the location of the black shadow. Every time I take a step, the fat on my body shakes with it, which is very funny.

The fat boy walked up to the red boy lying on the ground, glanced at the red boy, then raised his head, looked at the black shadow, shook his head, and said with an innocent face:

"Daddy, he's not a thing, he's obviously a person!"

Hearing this, three black lines immediately hung on the black shadow's forehead.

Omaiga, how the hell did I make such a child in the first place?

I couldn't believe it was my son, but it turned out that the child proved that this fat, stupid boy was indeed my son!

Alas, I'm the famous Rising Noon Demon Lord, why did I give birth to such a son who "can't go to the hall and can't go down to the kitchen"?!

"Well, he's not a thing, but he's not a human either, to be precise, he's a demon. ”

The Rising Afternoon Demon Lord looked at the fat boy weakly and explained.

"He's a demon?" A hint of surprise flashed in the fat boy's blood-red pupils, "Daddy, are we going to eat him?"

"We don't eat him. The Rising Afternoon Demon Lord replied.

"Oh, why don't we eat him?"

The fat boy asked, puzzled. He remembered that every time his father came back from grabbing something, he would eat it in various ways.

The Rising Boat Demon Lord seemed to have long been accustomed to the naïve and brainless question of the fat boy, and replied lightly:

"Because he has a greater use, it would be a pity to eat him. ”

When the fat boy heard this, he looked at the red boy a few times, frowned, and said:

"Daddy, he's a demon, what can he do? I see that this kid is white and tender, stir-frying, it must be delicious." ”

Before he finished speaking, the fat boy accidentally drooled, and he hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve.

"You kid, all you think about is eating! Do you know who he is?!"

The Rising Afternoon Demon Lord glared at the fat boy and scolded angrily.

The fat boy was so frightened by the reprimand of the Rising Boat Demon Lord that his body trembled, and even the barbecue in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

The fat boy was very distressed when he saw the piece of meat he had worked so hard to roast lying on the ground. He stared at the roast tightly, refusing to take his eyes off it.

"Who do I care who he is?! I just want my barbecue!"

The fat boy's tone was mixed with some small emotions.

"You!"

The eyes of the Rising Afternoon Demon Lord widened, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel.

At this moment, he especially wanted to beat this child to make this child who only knew how to eat sober up, but reason told him that he couldn't do this, because if he slapped him, I was afraid that this child would die!

The Rising Afternoon Demon Lord adjusted his mood and continued:

"Duo'er, don't you have a problem with the spiritual root, I plan to transfer this kid's spiritual root to you, so that you can cultivate well. This kid is the champion of the Jindan Division of the Demon Realm Ten Thousand Demon Conference twelve years ago, and he is known as the first day of the Demon Realm, I took a look, his spiritual root is a very excellent fire attribute spiritual root, and it is perfect to transfer it to you. ”

After saying this calmly, the Demon Lord of the Rising Afternoon looked at the fat boy.

The fat boy was completely shocked.

"Daddy, you said this is a red child on the first day of the demon world?"

The fat boy had heard of this red boy.

Of course he was willing to get the spiritual root of the red boy, and it was his dream to get the spiritual root of a genius!

For so many years, he has been very distressed because of the spiritual root problem. Whenever he thought of Linggen, he felt very aggrieved in his heart, so he had to eat to alleviate this feeling of grievance. Slowly, his weight became less and less flattering.

If I can get the spiritual root of the first day of the demon realm, then my cultivation will definitely go up!

The Rising Afternoon Demon Lord patted the fat boy's fleshy shoulder and said with a smile:

"Red Boy, of course. Have you seen your father and I arrest someone and go wrong?"

When the fat boy heard the Demon Lord of the Rising Afternoon say this, a gleam flashed on his face, and then, he swallowed his saliva and asked:

"Daddy, when are you going to transfer his spiritual root to mine? Now, this kid is unconscious, or now?"

The fat boy is desperate to get the Red Boy's spiritual root. He wished he had become a bull all of a sudden. In this way, the group of guys in the demon world who once laughed at themselves will all look at themselves differently!

Haha, it's so painful to think about.

Thinking of this, the fat boy couldn't help but smile brightly.

However, the Rising Afternoon Demon Lord shook his head and said:

"Duo'er, not yet. After all, the red boy is the first day of the demon world, and if he moves his spiritual root, it is very likely that he will be condemned by the Heavenly Dao, so for the sake of safety, wait for Daddy to build a formation to deal with this situation, and then transfer his spiritual root to you. ”

When the fat boy heard this, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he asked in disappointment:

"Oh, Daddy, how long will it take? I can't wait, besides, what if the red boy wakes up and runs away?"

At this time, the red boy was like a fat duck cooked in his mouth, and he didn't want this duck to have any accidents and fly away.

"Don't worry, Duo'er, I gave this red boy a little skill, enough for him to sleep for a long time, hehe, even if the gods come to call him, he can't get up. ”

The Demon Lord of the Rising Afternoon smiled sinisterly.

The red boy can't run away, he definitely can't run away, because he may never wake up, and maybe, even if he does, it won't be the famous red boy.

finally picked up a treasure that could fundamentally change his son's spiritual root, how could he let him leave so easily?

(To be continued.) )