The night wind is in my ears.

The open windows and the curtains pressed by the dictionary were slightly shaken, and accompanied by the cool night breeze, they floated gently in the bedroom.

The laptop's power light is slightly lit.

‘Well, we need you…’

‘The demon world is almost pushed to a path that is endless by those ambitious guys… Your people need the guidance of the king… Although you always don’t come out of the Demon King’s Palace…’

‘Ah… the king’s breath is getting weaker and weaker.’

‘Disasters may come at any time. What can we do if the Demon King Palace is rebuilt? Our king has left us... Woo! Woo!’

‘Hu—Wu—’

Just as I fell asleep here, Mu Qian heard the faint shouting from the wind and the sound of two old men talking.

He used to cry and howl with earplugs when he was sleeping at night.

This is a ritual of some kind of calling in the demon world. It has happened many times in the past ten years, but gradually, as his breath became weaker and weaker, these shouts became more and more blurred.

If you really want to go back, Mu Qian has gone back long ago. If you don’t want to go back, it’s useless for you to scream.

When he was in the demon world, Mu Qian never cared about half of the matter in the demon world; he just used his own strength to suppress the entire demon world, and all the places were still divided and ruled.

To say that he is the Demon King, or more precisely, he is the spiritual leader and the strongest person in the Demon Realm. The Demon King Palace is also similar to the holy land of the Demon Realm. Demon generals and clans from all over the world must obtain the permission of the Demon King Palace to inherit it.

True to the strongest demon king Mu Qian stayed in the Demon King's Hall all year round, only knowing about power and practice, and not understanding conspiracies or other things?

Among the ancient books of the pre-Qin period left by the old demon king, there are "Thirty-Six Strategies"!

During the last fifteen years of being in contact with comics and staying in the Demon King's Hall, Mu Qian was very interested in Nianghua comics for a while, so he also read a lot of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin".

While funny, I learned a lot of wisdom and strategies.

Although Mu Qian was a house, he used all his power and could control everything in the demon world. However, he had never mentioned how powerful his power was to others. After all, he did not need to show off with words.

Of course he knew how the demons, immortals and gods and aliens gathered together ten years ago, it was nothing more than the demon clan. It was a war of dual nature of foreign invasion and internal rebellion.

If we were to fight that time, Mu Qian could completely destroy the cannon fodder with his hands and drag the guys watching behind him out and beat them up one by one.

You can't kill it, otherwise the entire Milky Way will be in chaos.

But the rebellion in the demon world ten years ago gave him a wonderful opportunity... Aren't you clamoring to drive away this "unactless" demon king? Let's go by yourself, you can play this scene by yourself.

It’s just like the Demon King Palace, which has no electricity or WIFI, is very hard to buy comic books, and you can’t watch anime.

Goodbye, Bye, Sa, where is it?

Now I still want to call him back and continue to be the demon king?

"dream."

Mu Qian muttered, yawned, turned over and continued to sleep.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

It wasn't the noise coming from the wall, it was already eleven:30 in the evening, and my parents had already rested. If they knocked on the wall, they would make them quarrel.

This is the sound of the door clamping from the door.

What's wrong?

Mu Qian opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, walked to the door in two steps and opened the door. It turned out that Xiao Ling was wearing a pink nightgown, holding a white teddy bear, and hiding her little face behind the teddy bear.

"Brother, I can't sleep."

Mu Qian silently closed the door.

He highly praised human ethical consciousness, believing that this is the basis for building order in human society.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

"Shh, don't wake up your parents!" Mu Qian opened the door and said, "What do you want to do if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Xiao Xiuxiu and I are watching ghost stories today," Xiaoling hugged the little bear tightly, revealing a pair of cute big eyes. The eyes were slightly shining in the cool light at night. "Brother, you won't care about your cute sister, right?"

Mu Qian was obviously thinking.

If my parents see Xiaoling coming out in their room tomorrow, will he be broken by his old-fashioned father? But he couldn't refuse Xiaoling's innocent eyes.

It’s because she was thinking too much that she had been spoiled by herself, and it was normal for her to stick to herself. And as a demon king, no, she still had this concentration as a former demon king.

Mu Qian coughed, opened the door, let Xiaoling come in, and made a gesture of silence.

Xiaoling was immediately excited and jumped in with the bear in his arms, looked at it with a smile, and flew to the bed.

puff!

My brother’s bed is indeed the most comfortable!

Mu Qian looked outside with some concern, then rubbed his nose, turned his head to look at the little girl who was already rolling around on his bed with a bear in his arms.

"You sleep in the bed, I'll play the floor under the bed."

"It's okay, brother, your bed is big enough, I won't squeeze you... Why do you think of Lun's family like this?" Xiao Ling stuck out her tongue and said with a smile, "Just kidding, brother, just tell me a story. I'll play for a while and go back to sleep!"

"You still have to tell stories..." Mu Qian yawned, took out two quilts from the closet next to him, and spread them on the floor, feeling sleepy, "If you can't sleep, just hold the computer to watch anime. I have to work tomorrow..."

"Brother~"

"It's useless to shout..."

"Then I'll call you dad, saying you'll carry me to your room tonight!" Xiao Ling was quite calm when she said this, and the slight redness of her face was not obvious under the cover of the night.

Mu Qian sat on the ground with a dark face, looking at the little ancestor who looked at the sky indifferently, and deeply realized the profound meaning of the idiom "It is easy to ask God but difficult to send God".

"Brother, tell stories. I want to hear the stories you tell. I feel that many people will like to be a novelist in the future!" Xiaoling pouted, hugged the bear and curled up on the bed, blinking pitifully: "The story in front of the bed is the best to treat insomnia."

"Once upon a time, there was a hunter..."

Mu Qian was defeated and began to tell the content of an "ancient" comic he had read.

Xiao Ling laughed and lay on the bed with her little bear in her arms, her big black gem-like eyes blinked, watching her brother slowly turn from sitting to lying down, and the words in her mouth gradually become weaker...

In just a few minutes, Mu Qian was about to enter the chess game carefully set up by Duke Zhou.

"Brother, what happened later?"

"Later, the fox turned into a human, and went to find that man..."

A few minutes later.

"Brother, why can't men like men? Can't women like women?"

Hearing this question, Mu Qian suddenly forced himself to be motivated, and this distorted concept could not affect Xiao Ling.

"Hehe, brother, don't be nervous, I just said it casually." Xiaoling chuckled, grabbed the bear's two furry arms, and waved at Mu Qian, like boxing. "The love between men and women is normal!"

"Scared me to you..." Mu Qian yawned and was about to turn over to sleep.

"But brother, why are there so many people saying..."

The two chatted without a word. Whenever Mu Qian was about to fall asleep, Xiao Ling always had a hundred ways to stimulate Mu Qian's spirit.

Originally, Mu Qiandai was worried that her parents would misunderstand her, so she felt a little uneasy...

More than 200 calls from "Brother" in one night... more than 30 topics have been changed...

The next day at noon, Mu Qian, who had just fallen asleep at four o'clock in the morning, sat up on the ground and looked at his bed speechlessly.

Xiao Ling, who was lying on his bed, kicked the bear with her head, opened her arms and slept soundly, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was having some beautiful dreams.

This girl...

Mu Qian yawned with panda eyes, walked out of the room, stuffed a few mouthfuls of lunch that his mother had just prepared, and was about to embark on the road to work in a daze.

"My sister is still young, so you can't do anything too much."

Before leaving, Mu Qian was awake most of the time when his mother's instructions were heard.

"Anla, go to work quickly. Xiao Qian and Xiao Ling will grow up soon."

My mother seemed to have something in her words, but Mu Qian didn't think about the meaning of it. He embarked on today's journey in the hot summer.

...

"What's wrong? Xiao Qian? I've been yawning all day long. Was it too late to read books last night?" Sister Juan, who was about to change shifts, asked him with a smile.

"Tell Xiaoling until the morning... I haven't had a good rest..."

"Why don't you go to the back and sleep?" Sister Juan said with concern, "Anyway, there are not many customers now. I'll help you with it for a while. Just wait until you are busy and let Qingtian call you up."

"No, no," Mu Qian scratched his head, allowing blood to flow into his brain quickly.

Unfortunately, all the blood flowed in was covered with the "sleepy factor". He yawned deeply again, leaving tears of emotion.

"Go quickly..."

"Hmm... um?" Mu Qian looked outside the store and suddenly felt energetic, "It's okay, Sister Juan, I've also slept for seven or eight hours, but I haven't stayed up late during this period and I'm not used to it."

As he said that, he walked towards the store door and looked at the woman walking on the street. The other party crossed the road and obviously did not abide by traffic rules... Of course, this is not the point, the other party walked directly towards the snack bar, with a clear purpose.

Trench coat, sunglasses, and a scarf today...

Mu Qian frowned tightly, his eyes full of deep meaning. He held his right elbow with his left hand and touched his chin with his right hand, looking thoughtful.

‘She’s not really hot?’

The Demon King thought so.
Chapter completed!