As soon as Bhagavan came to his senses, he saw the misty, tearful eyes of the person in his arms, biting his lower lip weakly. He looked so pitiful and aggrieved...
"No..."
He sighed softly, a hint of helplessness seemed to be hidden in his deep eyes. He moved his arms slightly and held her in his arms as if she were a child.
The other free hand slowly reached out, and in front of Shen Wuyou's astonished gaze, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Shen Wuyou at this time:...I don’t even dare to move!
Seeing that she was still in a state of confusion, Bhagavan thought that he had frightened her during his distraction, so he whispered:
"Well done, no fear."
As he spoke, one of his hands slowly fell on the top of her hairy hair, without moving.
Shen Wuyou suddenly felt a weight on her head, her heart tightening uncontrollably. She swallowed unconsciously before slowly digesting what he had said...
I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but want to complain in my heart:
Damn, the words of comfort are so scary...
It turns out that there is a reason why everyone is afraid of you!
And there is this 'head-patting kill' that is like a mountain pressing down on your head, which makes you breathless. It is really scary!
In order to prevent his fragile mind from being harmed in the future, Shen Wuyu felt that he needed to correct the correct usage of the head-patting kill.
Then Bhagavan looked at the person in front of him and suddenly his eyes flickered. His dark eyes, full of spirit, looked up silently, then slowly lowered and looked straight at him.
Those sparkling eyes held a sweet smile, and she rubbed her head against her palm as if very contentedly, then squinted her eyes comfortably, looking quite enjoying herself.
Then, a lazy and sweet voice came slowly:
"I'm glad you're not angry~"
Her expression was so obvious that even the dullest person could understand what she meant.
Then Bhagavan moved his palm slightly, stroking her head slowly and stiffly following her movements, as stiff and wooden as an emotionless robot.
but...
Shen Wuyou let out a heavy breath in his heart, thinking helplessly:
There is progress after all, isn't it?
So she narrowed her eyes into slits to appear more comfortable, with a satisfied smile on her lips, and even raised her head a few times to encourage him.
Sure enough, seeing her like this, Bhagavan's movements became more and more coherent. He stroked her hairy head back and forth, ruffling her hair.
A warm and gentle atmosphere gradually filled the air, as gentle as the rising sun and as refreshing as the morning breeze.
As cold and silent as the Demon Lord, he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly at this moment. The deep eyes hidden by his hair were gentle and doting, like water, leaving no trace and disappearing in a flash.
Unfortunately, Shen Wuyou was performing with all his might, and his eyes, which were narrowed into slits, were simply closed, so he could not see such a surprising and terrifying scene.
At this moment, she was still feeling complacent. The Demon Lord actually changed his understanding of the "pat on the head to kill" according to her wishes.
This means that this boss still cares about her feelings.
Although...it may also be the self-awareness of being a poop scooper.
well...
Isn't Shen Wuyou like a clingy kitten acting coquettishly to its owner at this moment?
Life is forced...
"Sir~"
Shen Wuyou shamelessly acted like a spoiled child, staring at him with a pair of innocent and clear big eyes, questioning:
"Is the Master going out again?"
"Um."
He spoke sparingly and uttered a low, muffled groan through his nasal voice.
"Sir, can you take me with you?"
She raised her hopeful gaze, her bright black eyes filled with longing.
But Bhagavan was clearly unmoved. He paused, and his deep eyes showed a growing indifference and inquiry...
They were so close that I could almost clearly feel the other person's warm breath spraying on my face.
Shen Wuyou keenly sensed the other party's displeasure, so she hurriedly smiled ingratiatingly, her small hands restlessly fiddling with the gorgeous bright red sash, her thick eyelashes fluttering slowly, and she hesitated and said in a tangled manner:
"I...I don't dare to be alone..."
As she spoke, her acting skills improved. Her lively eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist. Her beautiful eyes were timid, with a look of sorrow, fear, worry and sadness.
She bit her lower lip and murmured in a low voice:
"My Lord is not here, I'm afraid..."
The magical plant that saved my life was burned to ashes, and I was really panicking...
Damn, if I ever meet that arrogant and unruly kid again, I will beat him to death!
He was furious in his heart, but looked obedient and aggrieved on the surface.
After waiting for a long time without any response from the other party, Shen Wuyou couldn't help but feel discouraged and slowly lowered his eyes.
Forget it, it will still take some time. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
From Bhagavan's perspective, her bright eyes gradually lost their brilliance, becoming dim and slightly depressed...
Her puffed-up cheeks mumbled like a hamster stuffed with food, and she drooped her head dejectedly as she said sullenly:
"I understand...it would be great if you could come back sooner...I'll be waiting here for you to come home."
As he spoke, he jumped down from the Demon Lord's arms dejectedly, his expression indifferent, as if nothing could be seen, but Bhagavan strangely sensed a sense of negativity and discouragement from him.
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