Has the Holy Son been sacked by the Devil Emperor today?

eight years ago—

Since rescuing the little fox, little Feng Xijue has been taking care of him. The little black fox's leg seems to have been crushed by something, and it will probably take a long time to recover.

The little fox obediently let him take the medicine every day, and acted like a baby in his arms from time to time.Feng Xijue also made up his mind to take this little fox to the temple.

The sun is mild and the years are good.

After changing the medicine for the fox, the tired boy was bathed in the sun, and soon he fell asleep with the fox in his arms.

The blond boy finally fell asleep in the light of spring. The sleeping fox in his arms slowly opened his eyes. There was a cold light flickering in the depths of the black eyes. jumped out of the boy's arms.

A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared on its body, and a tall figure slowly walked out of the thick black mist.

The man was dressed in a noble black robe, and there was no expression on his handsome face, his eyebrows that slanted into his temples were slightly raised, and his dark eyes were shining like obsidian, but at this moment, his eyes were icy cold. .

Glancing briefly at the blond boy sleeping soundly on the recliner, the man lightly threw a ball of black light between the boy's eyebrows, and then sat down comfortably in front of the desk.

Seeing all kinds of things on the table, Cecil couldn't help but become interested, and he started flipping them casually.

Although they were all children's playthings, the shrewd man quickly concluded based on these things: Feng Luo's son was not at all interested in practicing magic to become a magician.

Moreover, there are several crooked paintings sandwiched between these thick travel notes, which seem to be Feng Luo's paintings, right?

The bottom is also signed "Six-year-old Xijue".

It seems that Feng Luo doesn't care much about this son. The last time he went back to the General's Mansion was probably four years ago. This poor boy probably almost forgot what his father looked like.That's right, Feng Luo loves Miller so much, how could he like his son born to another woman.

"Your Majesty, since when did you start liking to flip through little dolls?"

A black shadow slowly appeared beside the man. He picked up one of the books casually, flipped through it and said, "Why doesn't this kid look like a kid who likes to read travel notes instead of picture books? He looks like I really want to be free..."

"Muse, did you come here just to study this brat?" Cecil said lightly.

"No, no, I'm just curious what you want to do, Your Majesty. The majestic Devil Emperor actually pretends to be a fox to win the sympathy of a human child?"

He smiled lightly at the side, then walked to the sleeping Feng Xijue, and looked at him closely: "Your Majesty? Do you have a crush on children?"

"No, I'm not as perverted as you." The Devil Emperor paused when he flipped through the book, and he continued: "Even if this kid grows up, he can't compare to my Miller."

"I think this little thing is pretty good. I like killing the darling of the God of Light the most. How about...Your Majesty..."

"He is my prey." Cecil raised his eyebrows. He always disliked Muse's rudeness and transgression.

"Come on, come on, Your Majesty, let me think about it... You want to take revenge on Feng Luo, to get your hands on his son..." Muse was pacing back and forth, but he suddenly stopped, frowned and asked, "You Do you want to snatch this little thing's precious travel book, and then watch him cry?

"childish."

Cecil snorted.

"Okay, no kidding, I know you want to be a love liar." Muse said.

"It's not as simple as a love liar." Cecil twisted his neck, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

——

The aristocratic muse of the demon world remembers the ten-year-old holy son of the human race. He is a cute and innocent child.

"Wouldn't it be interesting to torture and kill such a pure soul? Your Majesty."

Looking at the slightly swaying red wine juice in the glass, Muse propped her jaw and smiled.

"I've said it many times, he is my prey." Under the dim candlelight, Cecil frowned slightly, then picked up the glass and drank it down.

"When I get tired of playing, you can play with it."

"Then thank you, Your Majesty. Please don't forget your promise."

"of course."

Cecil chuckled, he naturally didn't know how much regret this promise would bring him in the future.

"Your Majesty, there will be a big battle in a few days, but you don't seem to be nervous at all?"

"A bunch of rabble!" Cecil sneered, "Before that, I have to give them a big gift."

"I was worrying too much, then, I wish Your Majesty success." Muse graciously filled the wine for the Devil Emperor.

Bright wine is like scarlet blood.

The demons are coming, and the night is coming.

……

Looking at the increasingly dark sky, Feng Xijue, who was sitting on the bed, looked away faintly.

He has been resting for three days, but his pale face still doesn't seem to have much blood.

He must recover as soon as possible, and can't cause trouble for everyone before the war.

During this period, both Lan Jin and Hu Buxi came to see him. Although Hu Buxi seemed lukewarm, Feng Xijue felt that he was no longer angry.

Xia Ke was crying even more, which comforted Feng Xijue for a long time.

But... Fei Luo has never come back to see him until now, this is the stone that Feng Xijue has always had in his heart.Fei Luo is really important to him.

The thing that makes him most happy is probably... his father.His father was finally willing to talk to him, even though it was just a few simple words, it still made Feng Xijue feel that he was a person who had his father.

Eyelids shrugged, an intermittent feeling of exhaustion came to his heart, Feng Xijue just leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep drowsily, dropping the book in his hand to the floor.

So when Cecil came, Feng Xijue had already fallen asleep completely, and he slowly picked up the book on the ground: "Journey to the Mainland"

Is this kid still dreaming of traveling the mainland with his little fox after the war?

Cecil sneered.

He was sure that Feng Luo and Si Wa would come today.

"Filo... Feilo..."

Maybe it was woken up by the sound of turning the pages of the book, Feng Xijue half opened his confused eyes, and after seeing the familiar figure, he stretched out his hand and tugged at his sleeve.

"You're back…?"

I don't know if it's a dream or reality, Feng Xijue just pulled him, seeing that he didn't respond, he sat up and put his arms around his waist, and then rubbed him softly: "I might be dreaming, are you sure?" Did you come back? Then what are you doing when you come back..."

"Ah...of course it's because I don't want to part with you. Last time I just saw you being intimate with that little girl and said angrily." Cecil regained his gentle look, put down the book, and sat down. Come down and stroke his face.

"Hey... It's good if you come back, I thought you wouldn't talk to me anymore." Feng Xijue just felt that all this was fantastic. When his father came to visit him, Hu Buxi forgave him, and Fei Luo also came back.

"But...why do you have such a strong dark aura?" Feng Xijue turned slightly to avoid the little fox's touch.

When he completely woke up from sleepiness, Feng Xijue seemed to have noticed something wrong with Fei Luo.He is extremely sensitive to dark breath.

"Xijue is really powerful." Cecil chuckled, with a cold light in his half-closed eyes: "Feng Xijue, do you know what my real name is?"

A huge black shadow enveloped him, Feng Xijue was a little out of breath.

"...What is it?" Feng Xijue subconsciously took a step back, the sense of oppression emanating from the person in front of him made Feng Xijue feel inexplicable fear.

The devil stretched out his sharp fangs towards the Son, and it was destined to be a vicious night.

"It's Cecil."

"Feng Luo, are you finally willing to treat your son well?" The two walked on the deep corridor, looking at the food box in Feng Luo's hand, Si Wa asked with a smile.

It's really rare for Feng Luo to be so gentle, to deliver dinner to others in person.

"After all, he is my only son. If I don't hurt you, leave you to hurt me?" Feng Luo glanced at Siwa and said.

"Okay, you hurt yourself, I'm curious...what's in your lunch box?" Siva asked.

"Well... beer, grape cake and boiled oysters." Feng Luo replied.

"Huh? Don't you like these?" Siva frowned.

"That Feng Xijue is my son, shouldn't this food lover be the same as me?"

"You are too autocratic, Feng Luo. First of all, I want to tell you that Xi never likes to drink." Si Wa waved his hand and continued: "Secondly, Xi Jue hates grapes. Because he doesn't like red wine, he thinks that wine and Blood is alike."

"In the end, he was allergic to oysters. The food you picked was exactly what he wanted." Siva sighed.

"How could this be?! My son is allergic to delicious oysters? It really scared me." Feng Luo pouted.

"It's only because you know too little about Xijue. Let me tell you, he likes meat, not wine and seafood." Siva smiled helplessly.

"No, he has to fall in love with these. My grandfather and father both like to eat these." Feng Luo always felt that their family's outstanding talents were passed down by eating these foods.

"Okay, let's go, if you don't go anymore, Xijue should go to bed soon. And you will stay later..." Si Wa and Feng Luo chattered endlessly while walking.

As they got closer to the Holy Son's room, the chatter between the two gradually stopped, and the intermittent panting made them slightly startled.

It's a painful, lingering, lingering gasp.

And this voice seemed to come from the Son's room.

The voices of two men intertwined.

In addition, there was also an extremely familiar smell that even made Feng Luo feel sick.

"Cecile! It smells like Cecil!" Feng Luo, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed his face, and his ferocious face was like a ghost.

"Feng Luo!" Just as Siwa was still shocked by the aura that belonged to Cecil nearby, Feng Luo had already opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Feng Luo froze there as if struck by lightning, his ferocious face suddenly turned extremely pale.

"Long time no see, Knight Commander, Mr. Feng Luo." Seeing Feng Luo's appearance, the man chuckled, and there was inexhaustible hatred in his proud brows.

This may be a scene that Feng Luo will never forget in his life: his son is disheveled and held in the arms of his old enemy Cecil, his crimson eyes are full of endless love.

[The author has something to say: cough cough, a knife has been issued! 】