Chapter 60 Chapter 60 You Can Call Me Dad

The anger that was surging seemed to be extinguished in an instant.

Even the matter of seeking revenge from jealousy seemed less important.

It was difficult for Frog to describe what kind of emotion this was.

He stared at the little cub in his arms.

At least he had never experienced such emotions.

Ask him seriously like this - Can I call him dad?

ha?

How funny this little angel is.

Want to call a demon daddy?

Are you crazy or is he crazy?

Or has the world gone mad?

And you want to recognize the devil as your father?

Do you have the capital?

What makes you think you can?

Enjoy the same rights as him, enjoy everything he has, as an angel?

A mess of thoughts ran through my mind.

Finally, it turned into a sneer that was about to overflow from the corner of his lips.

And the little angel just looked at him.

The eyes were as blue as the sky outside and were very clear.

There's actually nothing else mixed in it.

Whether it is the desire for power, the yearning for strength or the possible revenge on heaven.

It was so clear, as if all she wanted was to be called Daddy.

The little wings opened slightly in anticipation.

Like a happy chick showing its wings to its family.

Frog suddenly raised his hand to block the pink octopus that was rushing towards him, and casually threw Sukes back into the fish tank.

The scarlet demon eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Are you sure? Even if it means taking on things you shouldn't have to, or things you might find disgusting? Are you determined to do your best here?"

The implication is - little bastard, it is not easy to be the child of the great devil, and the little cub of the devil is not as simple as you think.

Actually, if you don't say it, nothing will change.

After these days, Frog understood.

——I really won’t do anything to this little cub.

"Why bother thinking so much?"

Frog raised his hand and flicked An Feng's small halo.

"I can."

The little angel looked at him.

"You said people should be responsible for their own choices. Nothing else will change. I just think—you're so kind and I'm really moved by this."

Little angels have no parents.

In order to avoid excessive personal relationships, even teachers are rotated every once in a while.

An Feng has never established a long-term trust relationship with anyone.

He always relied on his own beliefs.

So apart from Frog himself, An Feng was also a little concerned.

But caring is caring.

That's all I'm saying—

It is indeed possible that Frog was just speaking casually.

The little angel thought.

After all, An Feng couldn't figure out what was going on in this guy's head.

The little fellow's snow-white wings folded slightly and drooped down.

"……Can."

Suddenly, Frog spoke.

The little angel blinked at him.

The arrogant monarch's expression did not change, he still looked mocking everything, as if the words just now were not said by him.

Frog looked at the little guy impatiently.

Don’t understand?

Oh, and you're still planning...

"……dad?"

An Feng opened his mouth tentatively.

Something that seemed to have melted just now was shaken again.

Frog turned his gaze slightly to the side and held the cub a little tighter.

Indeed - it feels pretty good?

"dad."

This time the cub cried a little more firmly, but its voice was still soft, still that young but cautious little angel.

Then he smiled softly.

"……Um."

Frog held the cub and felt something different in an instant.

He wasn't hugging an ordinary angel.

He was holding his own cub.

It turns out it is so different.

An Feng stretched out her little hands and hugged Frog's neck.

So does this mean he's found home?

A place that decided to accept him and would not easily drive him away?

An Feng couldn't explain it.

He was too young to do anything except rely on instinct.

After he wavered, it was difficult for him to judge whether he was doing the right thing in many things.

An Feng also found it difficult to see Frog's emotions.

I don’t know whether the other person is happy or unhappy.

But he seemed—kind of happy.

The little cub was so soft and floated up lightly, but when it called out to people, it didn't have the annoying look of an angel, so Frog just threw everyone else aside.

--Oops.

A little bit uncontrollable - the corners of the lips turn up.

This is too lame.

Frog was a little dissatisfied.

But he still couldn't capture the subtle curve of the corners of his lips.

So just when the little angel ended the hug and was about to let go and look up.

The arrogant monarch lifted the little angel high in an instant.

The little angel wings behind him flapped back and forth in fright.

The next moment, the little guy was riding on the shoulders of the arrogant demon.

Wait until the little guy's slightly cool fingertips grasped his devil horns.

Frog was still thinking - he had always felt that this angel was so bold and presumptuous that it would one day ride on his head.

Finally this day came so quickly.

But okay.

Compared to this incident, the emotions he revealed at this moment were even more wrong.

Cannot be seen.

An Feng, riding on the devil's neck, grabbed the devil's horns tightly, stretched his little head forward, and bent down to look at the big devil.

The azure eyes met the cold crimson ones.

The little angel seemed to feel it a little.

The great devil couldn't control his emotions.

He seemed genuinely pleased.

The small halo above An Feng's head shook and flew down to collide with the devil's horn.

"Dad, where are we going?"

"Go to the Military and Political Hall."

There was a little guy riding on his shoulders.

Frog's voice was faint.

Then I looked at the two little ones who were dizzy in the water tank, and imagined myself holding a little angel on my head, and the little angel holding a crystal tank in his hands.

Frog was silent for a second.

Use the magic circle to teleport the crystal jar back to Xiao Anfeng's room.

Well, the picture is beautiful.

I don’t want to think about it next time.

An Feng watched the little octopus and the little water monster being teleported away.

As I was about to leave the training ground, I felt a little uncomfortable and tried to find something to talk about.

"Is that crown another great demon's?"

"Jealous Monarch, Desis."

When Frog mentioned the name, his eyes were filled with strong disgust.

"His crown is ugly, just like him."

Are there any differences between ugly and ugly crowns?

Aren’t the seven deadly sins crowns all crowned by the consciousness of the demon world?

The little angel nodded softly, not quite understanding.

Frog spoke again.

"Mine is much better looking than his."

"oh."

The little angel believes this.

The little guy nodded and bent down again.

"dad."

"Um?"

You know what, hearing this little bastard call me daddy makes me feel strangely comfortable.

"Can you give me a few more magic coins after that?"

Cheap labor·An Feng thought about his job, thought about it, and spoke seriously with anticipation.

Frog: ...While he was intoxicated, what was going on in An Feng's little head?!

ah? !

Frog laughed inexplicably.

"No, no, it's impossible."

Reject three times in a row.

Even your father doesn’t have it.

"Why?"

The little angel grabbed the devil's horn and used his own little halo to hit his horn in dissatisfaction.

"You don't even give me pocket money?"

"You learn so quickly," Frog was amused by the little angel. "You haven't figured out anything else yet, but you already know you need pocket money."

You are really a good son to your father.

An Feng couldn't help it and let out some of his uncontrollable joy.

"I'm just asking tentatively—because..."

Because he doesn't have to worry about being thrown out.

The little angel felt safe and his tone became noticeably more lively.

Frog was too lazy to analyze what he said next. He just looked lazy and looked like he didn't take anyone seriously, even though there was a little angel sitting on his shoulder.

"Tempting to ask is useless. Just study hard. You said you wanted to do your best for the Scarlet Hell."

He doesn't even have a salary, okay?

A demon and an angel walked towards the military and political hall in such a strange combination.

Along the way, the demon gardener looked on blankly.

Shen En, the captain of the Demon Guard, rubbed his eyes suspiciously.

Until the little angel was carried away by the big devil.

Shen Encai suddenly kicked the brother behind him.

He kicked the man several meters away.

“Ouch!!!”

The unfortunate demon wailed.

"Captain!!! What are you doing?!"

Then Shen En turned his head and looked at him seriously and calmly.

"Did it hurt when I kicked you just now?"

The SS member: ???

Don’t you know whether it hurts or not?!

"It's over, it's over, it seems that this is not a dream," but Shen En also understood something from the feeling of his feet just now, "This angel must have some strange magic that even His Majesty can't resist!"

Conspiracy, this is the conspiracy of angels!!

"No - Brother, my good captain, next time you can judge whether you can slap yourself!"

"Hey, you little brat! I'm just tickling you with my kicks. Don't try to provoke me here. I have some big things to do later! Gather!"

*

Military and political hall.

All the legion commanders of the Crimson Hell assembled as quickly as possible.

It was said to be half an hour, but in fact, from the time of notification until now, the latest person arrived was no more than seven minutes.

There are ten legions in Crimson Hell.

They were stationed and trained separately, and after the seven parts of the Demon Realm became relatively stable, there were very few major movements.

At this moment, the ten legion leader demons all had serious expressions.

Listen to Mo Lu speak.

"Ever since Jonah arrived at the Demon King's Palace, I felt something was wrong and started rushing here. Sure enough, I was right! Jonah is gone, and the Jealous Monarch actually dared to openly attack our Majesty. This is a provocation to our Scarlet Hell!"

"What on earth is he relying on? I really can't figure it out. The Jealous Monarch's strength is clearly not enough to compete with us."

Different from the Scarlet Hell where everyone is united.

Because of the way the jealous monarch rules, the jealous monarch's subordinates are basically in a state of chaos.

No matter how you look at it, there's no chance of defeating the Crimson Hell.

Naturally, these ten legion commanders also received the news that a little angel had come to the Demon King's Palace.

But no one took it to heart.

Mo Lu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes were dark.

He probably knows something.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

Sometimes, the devil is indeed restrained by the crown.

It’s like facing the exact opposite of the demon world.

So Mo Lu couldn't figure it out at the moment.

But he felt that Desis was probably relying on these and wanted to take risks.

So when Jonah took the lead and discovered that they were raising angels, in addition to his disgust for the angels, he also wanted to provoke them.

Just take action directly.

Damn it—

He left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to see if the damned little angel was hurt.

And Your Majesty never pays attention to those small details.

Just like the last time he dealt with Jonah, His Majesty didn't notice that the little angel was injured.

What if I didn’t notice it this time?

And your Majesty must be very angry when his authority is challenged...

No, he would have to check it carefully later.

Mo Lu thought about it and took two steps to the side.

But footsteps were already heard.

He looked up again.

His Majesty has arrived.

A tall shadow passed over the threshold, appearing particularly different under the reflection of the colorful glass windows.

The first thing Mo Lu met was the blue eyes of the little angel riding on the shoulders of the big devil.

Um?

What rides on the shoulders of the great devil...?

Mo Lu was confused.

The legion commanders who were discussing the matter also looked over one by one.

His Majesty has arrived... huh???