Chapter 862: Master, give me a hug? (36)
Feng Qian wondered: "Banquet?"
Han Xing explained: "It's a banquet held to welcome my sister's return to the Demon Clan. The elders and seniors of the Demon Clan have already attended the banquet, so 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 inside, he stretched his neck and looked inside.
He could vaguely see a person lying on the bed.
Han Xing's brain was emptied for a moment, and then he said blankly: "Sister, as soon as you came back... called a male pet?"
Feng Qian: "...!"
She coughed lightly.
What's going on in the kid's head?
However, Han Xing decided that Feng Qian was a male pet.
The little boy said earnestly with a serious face: "Sister, as a Demon Venerable, you must also pay attention to restraint. Male pets can be spoiled at any time, but important banquets cannot be absent."
Feng Qian: "Cough, cough..."
Yun·male pet·zhuo, blinking, seems to be thinking, what does male pet mean.
"Okay, I'll go later."
Feng Qian took a step back and blocked Han Xing from the outside.
The wolf boy was confused, scratched his head with a cute face, and went back first.
The banquet was staggered.
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 Lord come yet?"
Han Xing looked depressed and turned to look at the man in red.
He sighed, "Uncle Hongling, sister, she summoned the male pet, so she came late."
The man in red raised his hand and flicked the wolf boy's forehead.
"Stinky boy, how many times have you said that he is called Brother Hongling, and he is only 999 years older than you."
Han Xing cried out in pain, covered his forehead, and his beautiful purple eyes were wet.
"Uncle stinky, 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 held the wine glass, took a sip on her lips, and then teased: "By the way, your sister loves male pets, why are you depressed here?"
Han Xing glanced at Hong Ling with a look like what do you know.
"I'm worried that my sister will be drained of her physical strength."
"Pfft—" The wine spurted out of Hong Ling's mouth, and he said with ease: "I said, you kid, what are you holding in your mind?"
Han Xing frowned, "Don't all the books in Uncle Hongling's room say this?"
Hong Ling moved for a while, and her expression froze slightly.
"When did you watch it?"
Han Xing thought about it seriously, "I saw it 10,000 years ago, when my sister was still in the magic palace. I even helped Uncle Hong Ling to flatten the wrinkled pages of the book."
Hongling: "!"
He almost slurred.
He said that when he was reading the book, he couldn't find the mark he originally made, so it took him a long time to find what he saw.
Daring is this kid doing the hell!
However, after so many years, he couldn't get angry.
Having said that, Hong Ling said with emotion: "Speaking of which, this seems to be the first time that Demon Venerable has summoned a male pet. Before I put myself in your sister, she was not interested."
Hearing the sound, Han Xing looked at the blatant red-clothed man from beginning to end, and said with disgust, "Sister wouldn't like you like this."
Hong Ling felt that his charm was questioned, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, you kid, why don't we make a bet to see if your sister likes me."
Han Xing's eyes widened, "Hey, are you going to climb on my sister's bed?"