Chapter 442

"How's it going?" the mask man coquettishly waved the folding fan in his hand. "Little fox, come in with me. I promise you can serve the demon king."

Serve your sister.

Who is going to serve the demon king?

"Thanks a lot, but I don't need it. The old man should hurry and go by himself!"

"Grandpa?" the masked man looked at Lin Miao silently and pointed to himself, "are you calling me Grandpa?"

"Of course"

Lin Miao nodded very seriously, "I'm 300 years old. You still say I'm a little girl who hasn't grown up, and you're at least thousands of years old. Shouldn't you call you Grandpa?"

"It's the first time I've heard someone call me Grandpa," said the masked man after he was stunned. He suddenly smiled and folded a fan on Lin Miao's head. "You call me Grandpa. I recognize you as a granddaughter. Come with me!"

"Hey?"

Lin Miao doesn't want to follow the masked man in front of her, but her body is out of control. When the masked man moves forward, she follows.

"What did you do to me?" Lin Miao asked loudly to the man in front.

"Nothing. It's just puppetry. As long as you follow grandpa obediently, Grandpa promises to make you popular and spicy in the demon king's hall."

"Drink your sister, you think you are the demon king, let go of me." Lin Miao was so angry that he was killed by the self righteous man.

The masked man turned back and said in a joking voice, "although I'm not the demon king, my relationship with the demon king is closer than my brother. Little fox, now I'm flattering Grandpa, you know?"

Lin Miao is speechless. How can he meet neuropathy everywhere?

The masked man took him all the way into the demon king's palace. Lin Miao stood in a very desolate palace with stiff limbs.

"I said, you won't be the concubine beaten to the cold palace by the demon king?"

It's said that the devil is a gay, isn't the demon king?

"Pa"

The man's folding fan mercilessly knocked on Lin Miao's head, "what do you think? This is the guy's bedroom."

That guy?

"Whose bedroom?" Lin Miao asked, "don't tell me, this is the demon king's bedroom?"

How poor should the demon king be?

The palace is very big, but there is nothing in it, just a stool.

"Congratulations, you're right."

Weiwei, the lip flap under the man's mask, glanced around the palace, "I said, I'm here. Don't you really come out to see me? I brought you a good gift?"

Looking at the empty demon king's bedroom, Lin Miao always felt strange in her heart, which made her want to run.

"Shua Shua..."

Not long after the masked man's words fell, a sound of friction suddenly sounded in the hall, and then a red fog flashed. A man in red appeared not far away and walked slowly towards the masked man.

The man was dressed in red, with an incomprehensible expression on his male and female face, like indifference and flame. It was very complex. Lin Miao didn't know how to describe it.

"Are you too busy, so run to me every day?"

The man in red opened his mouth, his voice was like his face, calm with indifference and alienation.

"Tut tut"

The masked man went to the man in red, "moyoujun, you are really more and more ungrateful. Have you forgotten how carefree and happy we were in the moon pool?"

Happy?

In the moon pool?

Lin Miao took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. The mask said happy and carefree. Is it the happy and carefree she thought?