Chapter 8
byXinghui tensed up.
But Yu Yuan snorted without noticing it for a while, and then looked up at Xinghui.
The little god's face was pale, and he didn't know if he was frightened by the earthquake, and following the vibration, a bunch of dull hairs dangled from the soft curly hair, following his bodyThe shaking shook slightly twice.
The eyes that grabbed Yu Yuan followed the dumb hair.
Yu Yuan only felt a slight bump in his heart, which made him temporarily ignore the touch on the top of his head, but he didn't understand what it felt like.
until the vibration stops.
Yu Yuan's voice came from below.
"Pinch enough?"
Xinghui's eyelids twitched, and he calmly withdrew his hand.
Yu Yuan put the thin little god down, watched him stand upright, stared at him with a half-smile, and finally couldn't hold it back, he raised his hand and touched the corner of his head.
The characteristic of the demon family is the horn on the top of the head, and the high-level demon family also has wings, but Yu Yuan usually puts away the wings because they are in the way, only the dark red sharp horn on the right forehead is exposed, as flamboyant as himself.
But the tactile feel of the hard corner being pinched is just too weird.
In particular, although his body temperature is hot, the devil's horns are always cold. No matter how cold the little god's hands are, they are still warmer than his horns.
At such a young age, Yu Yuanchang didn't expect that one day he would be touched by a weak chicken vase god, and after the little god cleaned up his mess, there was an indescribable fragrance on his body, elegant like someoneA smell of wood.
Yu Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the stunned little god.
Obviously taking advantage of it, Xinghui felt as if he had received a huge shock after touching it. He lowered his lifeless black eyes and pursed his bright lips, looking at his hands.
how?
Is this something to remember?
Yu Yuan lowered his head, his face was half hidden in the shadows, his outline was vague, his features were sharp and dangerous.
"What are you thinking?"
"What a small corner."
Just as Xinghui was feeling it, he accidentally babbled the words out.
Two seconds later.
Xinghui looked up:!
Yu Yuan smiled, with a chilly tone.
"You touch this, and you feel a lot."
The other demons present couldn't help looking at Xinghui.
This little god looks extremely thin, but is he actually so fierce?
On the second day after coming to the barren galaxy, he made a big one to provoke the tyrant Yu Yuan.
The sense of crisis is coming!
Xinghui could feel his heart pounding.
For a moment, he was slightly puzzled.
"Does the horn of your demon clan have any special meaning?"
The gods are still calm and calmswaying.
But at the moment the atmosphere is a bit weird and depressing.
In the end, Yu Yuan laughed out loud.
"It's nothing. Where did you just say? Can you see where those ores are?"
Xinghui raised his head to 'look back' at him.
"It just so happens that we're going to the mining area in the afternoon, you don't mind going with us?"
Xinghui's back followed Yin Fan and disappeared through the door.
Xi Ya smiled gracefully and kindly, but it was inevitable that there was some teasing at the moment.
"Boss, the provocation is over like this?"
Some people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal hung their heads in the crowd and yelled in a low voice: "Boss, anyway, if it were me, I couldn't bear it."
Demon horns naturally have special meanings for demons.
Yu Yuan's face is sharp and beautiful, and the devil's horn is also a particularly small type in the devil race.
Moreover, the demon tribe still has a certain trend, and don’t know who passed it on. It is said that the bigger the horn, the stronger the ability in all aspects. In the earlier years, Yu Yuan was often ridiculed because of the small horn on his head. Of course,Those people who were cleaned up didn't know where they slipped away with their tails between their legs.
Later, the custom of comparing each other with the devil's horn on the head changed.
Until Xinghui appeared.
The beautiful little god has thin skin and tender flesh, and his cheeks will blush under the heat of the top of his head, but he dares to provoke Yu Yuan to say that he has small horns.
My lord, you are so brave!
The person who provoked said it while hiding in the crowd with a suppressed smile.
But Yu Yuan squinted his eyes, walked into the group of people in two or three steps, raised his foot casually, and kicked the guy who was not too serious to watch the excitement out of the group.
The man staggered a few steps and wanted to hide.
Yu Yuan scolded with a smile: "Except for Huan Zi who left behind to rectify the mining team, everyone else will go to Lao Tzu to deal with the aftermath. If you don't do a good job, I will let you have no horns."
Xinghui has been brought back to the room by Yin Fan.
Yin Fan was standing at the door at the moment, frowning as he looked at the little god's cheeks that were flushed by the heat.
The light source of the barren galaxy is rougher and more direct than that of the Alliance, and its radiation intensity far exceeds that of the Alliance.
It was already afternoon when Xing returned yesterday, and the heat had dissipated, so it didn't have any effect on him, but now in broad daylight, his skin became so sensitive just after standing outside for a while.
So weak!
It is too fragile!
Such a god still wants to believe?
What a joke!
Yin Fan used to 'belittle' Xinghui in his heart.
Then be more sure.
No, he will go out later, she has to prepare some medicine that can relieve the heat and light radiation!
The door was closed, and the strong sense of presence disappeared.
The military doctor, whose tone was always cold, finally left.
Xinghui turned his head and listened for a while, finally his shoulders collapsed, he let out a long sigh of relief, and fell back, paralyzed in the bed sheet.
Two seconds later.
He reached out and hugged the pillow next to him, and rolled on the bed twice with a cold face before stopping.
He calmed down for a moment and raised his head, his face became even paler.
Those demons were really scary, they even thought about throwing him into the cosmic storm!
And he actually touched Yu Yuan's horn!!!
Terrible.
How does he feel that he is creating resistance for himself to leave here safely all the time.
Is there any kind-hearted person who believes in the gods to pick him up and help the demons find energy mines. He has done such a great deed, and he should be rewarded, right?
He just wants to find a galaxy with faith, why is it so difficult.
After he calmed down, he remembered something strange and touched the top of his head.
A bunch of bohemian and freedom-loving little fools protruded from his hair.
Xinghui's expression changed, he sat down, and stretched out his hand to hide the strand of dull hair.
He didn't suspect when this strand of stupid hair came out, he had been hiding it for several years and was very experienced.
He still remembers when he was just born, because he couldn't see, he never knew what he looked like.
Others have been admiring Yuejian's blond hair and golden eyes, which is the most in line with the aesthetics of the Kela people.
At that time, he also hoped that he would have believers who needed his protection, get stronger in faith, and be able to protect them in the cosmic storm, but no one really believed in him in the past two years.
It was only later that he learned from Yuejian that he was not liked by them, with black hair, black eyes, and dull hair.
'Why?Has no one told my brother?My brother's eyes and hair are pitch black, and the dumb hair on the top of his head is always shaking. I think it's quite cute, it looks like my brother is dumb."
Adjectives like cute and dumb are naturally not good words for gods.
Just when Xinghui tried hard to push back that stubborn fool.
The door lock clicked.
The author has something to say:
Yu Yuan: He may be confident, so he is provoking me.
Xinghui: I'm done, I'm done, I'm done...
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