Wife of the Demon Lord

I went out for a walk, and it was still the same as before. The unknown so-and-so and so-and-so gathered together again, which was indescribable. The oiran took a selfie at Linshui again and lamented that the beauty is unlucky, and there are lotus picking butterflies, all kinds of people, who has never seen the leader since he came to this place?They were strangers to each other and had no deep hatred, so they had to play their own games.

In contrast, Xiaoyun's behavior is probably normal.

Xiang Jia strolled around, felt bored and went back to the room. In comparison, it was more fun to be a brat.When I entered the door, I saw that little boy was lying upright on the bed and sulked. The surrounding quilts were spread out, and they didn't know how to cover them, and they were crumpled in a mess.

"I said, what's the matter with you? Get up, hey." Xiang Jia knocked on the table, ready to force someone to get up.

"I can't move anymore." A gloomy voice came, and Xiang Jia saw that it was indeed the case, the child was lying upright in an extremely awkward posture.

Well, Xiang Jia got up resignedly, helped him adjust a comfortable posture, and covered him neatly with the quilt, feeling his body temperature was all right, so she felt relieved.

He suggested: "I don't think it's an option to stay like this. Since you don't have parents, you must have a master. I'll find someone to look for him and ask about your situation? You can't just lie like this all the time."

"I can't ask, the master has been dead for a long time." He Zhan lay on the bed, quite depressed.

"It's so miserable." Xiang Jia couldn't help showing a look of sympathy again, in exchange for a slightly smaller white eye than before, yes, the white eye is smaller, there is progress, Xiang Jia thought optimistically, and touched the other party Forehead, no fever, not bad.

"Fucking what?" He Zhan was angry.

The anger was unclear, Xiang Jia said strangely: "See if you have a fever."

"My martial arts practice is wrong, what does it have to do with my fever?"

"Wouldn't martial arts training mean that you have gone crazy? When there is fire, you will be hot, and then you will have a fever." Xiang Jia explained weakly, and then found out that it was a mess.

"You—ignorant."

"Oh."

"I really don't know how you got in here?" He Zhan complained.

"This." Xiang Jia had something to say, "I was robbed. I was walking on the road, and I was going to find a senior with strong martial arts to learn from my teacher. Then I was knocked out, and when I woke up, I came to this place."

That's right, Xiang Jia was a little excited when he realized that he had traveled to the world of martial arts. He was preparing for a big adventure. He met a famous teacher and then obtained his life's skills and martial arts secrets, disturbing the situation in the world. Rhythm, I didn't expect to wake up and become a member of the harem group of the leader of the Demon Cult. For three full months, I haven't even seen the leader's face. Of course, all the people living here have never seen the leader. This is also an important reason why the harem is more harmonious.

He Zhan took another careful look at Xiang Jia, and muttered, "Who doesn't have eyes, and snatched you back?"

"That's right, if I hadn't come to this ghostly place, maybe I would have learned martial arts from a famous teacher long ago, and would be able to travel across the rivers and lakes." Xiang Jia looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Dream. If you want to practice martial arts, you have to train your muscles and bones from an early age and practice your internal skills diligently. I haven't heard of anyone who started practicing martial arts at a young age." He Zhan complained coldly.

Xiang Jia just pretended he didn't hear it, and said with interest: "I think I must be a martial arts prodigy. By the way, little brother, you can practice kung fu, and you must be able to see people's roots. Come and see how I am." After speaking, he forcibly turned He Zhan's hand over and clasped it on his wrist, letting him see if he was a rare martial arts genius.

He Zhan couldn't move, so he was forced to feel Xiang Jia's pulse. After feeling for a while, he said slowly, "It's really rare to see in a hundred years——"

"fool."

Xiang Jia's expectant face suddenly collapsed, he stood up trembling with anger, wanted to find something to teach this disobedient child, but found nothing after searching around, and felt that he was a bit invincible, so he gritted his teeth in anger .

"Don't be angry, I'm telling the truth. You are not young, your muscles and bones are not strong, your qi and blood are blocked, and your reaction is slow. You are not suitable for martial arts." For some reason, seeing Xiang Jia's angry appearance, he felt a little cute, He Zhan gave a rare explanation.

"Then there aren't any martial arts secrets that can greatly improve martial arts after people practice it? Or kung fu that absorbs people's internal energy?" Xiang Jia didn't give up.

"How can there be such crooked kung fu in the world? Even if there is, if too much internal force is attracted into the body at once, if it cannot be channeled in time, it will explode and die." He Zhan thought, staring at Xiang Jia firmly, With a bad look, he said, "How do you know these kung fu? It's not like sneaking into my teaching and preparing to sabotage it."

Xiang Jia was about to vomit blood, it's no wonder he wanted to come to this ghostly place, but he didn't bother to explain, so he waved his hand and moved He Zhan inside, ready to catch up on sleep.

"What are you doing?" He Zhan was forced to move inside, very puzzled.

"Go to sleep." Xiang Jia pulled half of the quilt, and found that it was originally a quilt for one person, and half of it for one person was not enough.

"I just woke up and had breakfast, why did I sleep?" He Zhan was a little annoyed.

"That's right, get up in the morning, eat, then go back to sleep, get up for lunch, take a lunch break, and go to bed after dinner. That's the procedure, there's nothing wrong with it." Xiang Jia explained, and then said, "As soon as you fall asleep You will be afraid of the cold, if you don't sleep, you won't be cold, I will cover this quilt more."

He Zhan said angrily, "Are you a pig? Every day you eat and sleep."

"Hey, I'm an idler. I don't have anything else to do except eat and sleep. I should serve the leader, but you know, I haven't met the leader since I came to your church, so I have to neglect my duty." Ignoring He Zhan, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

"Hey, hello." He Zhan yelled a few times, but the people around him didn't respond, and his breathing gradually became shallower. It was obvious that he had fallen asleep, so he had no choice but to close his mouth, feeling sullen all by himself.

He did a few exercises secretly and found that there was no progress, but he could move his hands and feet a little. He Zhan estimated that he would be able to move freely at night, but his skills could not be recovered.

Glancing at the people around him, He Zhan decided to live here temporarily before recovering. Anyway, although this person is a bit stupid, he looks more pleasing to the eye.

Xiang Jia got up after sleeping for more than half an hour, and found that the time was just right, and he would be able to have lunch in a while, so he couldn't help but look forward to it.

If you have nothing to do, it's good to tease and tease the children.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"He Zhan."

"He Zhan, what a good name." Xiang Jia smiled, "Where did you live before? How about I take you back?"

He Zhan bit his lips, and said in embarrassment: "I live quite far away, and the teaching rules are very strict. If you walk around at will or leave your post without authorization, you will be beaten to death by the leader, and now I have lost all my martial arts. Even if you want to go back secretly, you are powerless."

"So ruthless? It really is the big devil of the Demon Cult." Xiang Jia complained, patted his chest and said: "Then you stay here, anyway, the leader never comes here, and no one else dares to come. No one will find out. Go back when you are done."

"Thank you, you are really a good person." He Zhan thanked him gratefully.At the same time innocently asked: "Big brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Xiang Jia. You can call me Brother Xiang. From now on, I will protect you."

"Thank you Brother Xiang." He Zhan thanked him sweetly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xiang Jia was completely fooled, and complacently did a good deed. Although this little brat hated him a little, under his influence and influence, he can definitely change himself and be good-hearted.

It was time for lunch, and Xiang Jia went to get the meal. He left He Zhan in the room alone. When Xiang Jia came back, he moved the table to the bedside and said to He Zhan, "Come, eat."

Opening the box, there were two cold steamed buns, one with fried cabbage and one with fried green vegetables, and there was still no oil or water in them.

He Zhan's face turned green, does the Tangtang Demon Cult only supply this thing?

But Xiang Jia didn't think so, so he greeted He Zhan and said, "Come on, one steamed bun per person, I'll treat it as a diet, and order more tomorrow."

"Do you eat this every day?"

"Yeah, why don't you say it, your Demon Cult is really poor, every day I eat cabbage tofu, my face is green, hey, you are not feeling well now, when you get better, I will take you to eat some secretly Let's go, let's make it right now." As he said, he picked up the steamed bun and ate it.

That night, Elder Zuo, who was in charge of the affairs of the church, received a letter from the leader of Feige, he was scolded, and asked him to improve the food in the harem of the church. After Elder Zuo agreed, he was surprised to find a boy who looked exactly like the leader when he was a child Appeared next to a male pet named Xiang Jia.

"Even taking an illegitimate child to raise him, he is very favored, this man is not simple." Elder Zuo muttered to himself, buried this big secret in his heart, and at the same time secretly investigated, preparing to curry favor with this favored man in the future. The "Madame".