Chapter 862 Master, Give Me a Hug? (36)
Feng Qian was puzzled: "Banquet?"
Han Xing explained: "It's a banquet held to welcome my sister back to the Demon Race. All the elders of the Demon Race have already attended the banquet, and the only difference is that my sister didn't come."
Feng Qian looked back at the person on the bed and asked, "Can I not go?"
Han Xing wondered what Feng Qian was looking in, so he stretched his neck and looked in.
A person could be vaguely seen lying on the bed.
Han Xing's brain went blank for a moment, and then he said blankly: "Sister, you... called a male pet as soon as you came back?"
Feng Qian: "...!"
She coughed lightly.
What's going on in the little brat's head?
However, Han Xing decided that Feng Qian was called a male pet.
The young boy said earnestly with a straight face: "Sister, as a Demon Lord, you should also pay attention to restraint. Male pets can favor you at any time, but you can't miss important banquets."
Feng Qian: "Ahem..."
Yun · Nan Chong · Zhuo, blinked his eyes, as if he was thinking about what a male pet means.
"Okay, I'll go later."
Feng Qian took a step back, blocking Han Xing from the outside.
The wolf boy was confused, scratched his head with a cute face, and went back first.
There was a lot of drinking and drinking at the banquet.
When Han Xing returned to his seat, the man in red next to him asked with a smile, "Han Xing, why hasn't the demon come over yet?"
Han Xing looked depressed, and turned to look at the man in red.
He sighed, "Uncle Hongling, sister summoned her male pet, so she was late."
The man in red raised his hand and flicked the wolf boy on the forehead.
"Brat, how many times have I told you that my name is Brother Hongling, and my brother is only 999 years older than you."
Han Xing screamed in pain, clutching his forehead, his beautiful purple eyes were wet.
"Uncle smelly, I won't call you brother."
The man in red is also used to this guy.
This little wolf has not been seen for ten thousand years, but it has not changed at all.
Hong Ling picked up the wine glass, took a sip from her lips, and then teased: "By the way, your sister favors male pets, why are you depressed here?"
Han Xing glanced at Hong Ling, with a look in his eyes that you know what.
"I'm worried that my sister will be squeezed out due to her lack of strength."
"Pfft——" The wine in Hong Ling's mouth spewed out, and he calmly said: "I said you kid, what are you pretending to be in your head?"
Han Xing frowned, "Don't all the books in Uncle Hongling's room say that?"
Hong Ling paused, and her expression froze slightly.
"When did you watch it?"
Han Xing thought about it seriously, "10,000 years ago, when my sister was still in the magic palace, I saw it. Back then, I helped Uncle Hongling straighten the wrinkled pages of the book."
Hongling: "!"
He almost swears.
He said that when he was reading the book, he couldn't find the mark he had originally made, and it took him a long time to find what he saw.
Dare to feel that this kid has made a fool of himself!
However, after so many years, he couldn't get angry anymore.
Having said that, Hong Ling said with emotion: "Speaking of which, it seems that this is also the first time that Mozun summoned a male favorite. Before I gave myself to your sister, she was not interested."
Hearing the sound, Han Xing sized up the man in the red dress from the beginning to the end, and said with disgust: "My sister won't like you."
Hong Ling felt that his charm was being questioned, he said dissatisfied: "Hey, you boy, why don't we make a bet to see if your sister likes me like this."
Han Xing's eyes widened, "Hey, you're not going to climb my sister's bed, are you?"