The colorful neon lights make the city night blurred and brilliant.
Under the light, a man in tight clothes, with sexy long hair, was seen. His hair was tied up loosely at the back of his head, and it was black and shiny.
His arms were bulging with muscles, and his whole body was filled with the explosive power of a black panther, especially his flexible waist, which combined with his wild muscles made passers-by unable to help but take a second look.
He saw off the last customer and felt so tired that his back ached. So he walked into the nightclub, pounding his waist with his hands, but unexpectedly, a deep voice came from behind him.
"Senior! I finally found you!"
The wild man in tights turned around and saw a burly man standing behind him. The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, was wearing sportswear, and had a backpack on his back.
The man frowned, looked the big man up and down, and asked, "Who are you?"
The large man clasped his hands together and bowed to the man in the tights, "I am your tenth-generation disciple, Yue Ai!"
"Oh!" The man casually shook his hair and said unhappily, "Why did you come here only now? I thought you were all dead!"
Yue Ai quickly stepped forward and kowtowed: "I am sorry that I am late and have caused you, Master Zibai, to suffer."
Zibai Zhenren didn't care at all. He helped his tenth-generation disciple, who was kneeling on the ground, to his feet. He forced a kind expression and said, "It's okay. I'm glad you're here!"
The two entered the club one after the other. When Yue Ai passed by the lobby, she heard all kinds of obscene sounds and saw all kinds of obscene things. She couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, why did you end up in a place like this?"
Master Zibai showed an embarrassed look on his face. As a senior master who had practiced for tens of thousands of years, how could he tell the truth to his disciple?
Then, Zibai Zhenren's face showed an unfathomable expression, and he counted on his fingers and said: "Small seclusion is hiding in the wild, medium seclusion is hiding in the city, that's all."
Yue Ai followed Master Zibai into the private room with even more admiration on her face.
After both of them sat down, Master Zibai ordered a lot of drinks, and then the two began a long conversation.
At the same time, Simon and his computer geek were also standing at the door of the nightclub.
Simon frowned and looked back at Light Blue.
Light Blue vowed, "Master, you have to believe me! Our computers won't lie!"
Haha, Simon remembered that Light Blue had once vowed that Little Black was just an ordinary cat.
But Simon was not a person who liked to bring up the past. He just adjusted his mental state and stepped into the nightclub.
This is a special nightclub because the waiters are all men and the customers are of both genders.
As soon as Simon entered the door, he was noticed by the mother here. To be honest, under the colorful night lights, Simon's bookish air stood out particularly and had a unique flavor.
The mother quickly came up, twisting her waist and asking with an apologetic smile, "Little brother, are you here to play?"
Simon said, "No."
The mother was thinking that if she could recruit this gentle and bookish young man, her business would definitely be much more prosperous.
But Simon's next words shattered his mother's beautiful ideal.
Simon took out a photo from his purse and handed it to his mother. The photo was a real-life photo of purple and white that was synthesized by Light Blue using the latest technology.
Of course, before entering, in order to match the atmosphere of the night club and his probability calculations, Qianlan designed the image of Zibai Zhenren to be more modern, no longer the caveman costume in memory.
"Oh, so you wanted to find Xiaobai." Mom was also very generous. "What a coincidence, he just resigned. I don't know where he went."
"Resigned?" Simon and Qianlan looked at each other. Qianlan infiltrated the national security system and finally found the person, but the person resigned right after.
Simon originally thought that there was hope of dealing with the cat demon, but now Master Zibai has disappeared again.
Simon asked unwillingly: "Well, did he say anything before he left?"
The mother thought about it, and considering the stack of money in the young man's hand, she began to tell him everything she knew.
While Simon was asking about Master Zibai's orientation in the nightclub, Ming Huan also stood at the door of the nightclub.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to his gold medal mentor.
"Teacher, I've found him. He went to a nightclub, a nightclub with male waiters!"
The 24-hour service there is well-deserved, the reply is almost instant.
"I know that place. They have a girl named Xiaobai who's very famous recently! Don't worry too much. Your boyfriend going to a nightclub like this is better than hiring a prostitute! At least he likes men."
Ming Huan looked at the message and felt complicated.
"Then I'll go in and find him?" Ming Huan said, "If I catch him, I'll definitely give him a good beating and let him know the responsibilities of being my male favorite!"
The gold medal tutor over there immediately sent a heartbroken expression.
"Student, have you forgotten all those dating tips I taught you a few days ago?" the golden instructor earnestly instructed Ming Huan. "You can't win love through force. Intimidation will only cause resentment. You have to rely on flirting! Have you watched all the video tutorials I sent you?"
Ming Huan blushed as he recalled the video tutorials he'd received. The explanations, from kissing to sex, were simply... too direct, even the Demon Lord felt.
Ming Huan replied: "I understand!"
Then he put the phone into his pocket and turned it off.
Six shadow guardians led the way, Ming Huan straightened his clothes and walked inside.
As soon as he walked into this place, he attracted almost everyone's attention.
It’s nothing, it’s just – too outstanding.
His perfect figure and well-tailored suit make him look exceptionally tall and straight. Moreover, this suit was chosen for him by his gold medal mentor. The trousers were tailored with great care, which made his straight and beautiful long legs look extraordinary.
Needless to say, he was already handsome, and now he had a domineering air.
The evil hairstyle, the tie clip, and the watch on the wrist were all tailor-made according to Ming Huan's temperament, giving him the aura of a domineering CEO.
Ming Huan has been the Demon Lord for many years. He used to be too greedy for Simon's gentleness and petting cats, and could not help showing his soft and cute side in front of Simon. After he listened to the guidance of his emotional mentor, he completely abandoned the routine of petting cats because they were cute, and switched to the route of charming everyone with an evil smile.
Ming Huan displayed the same aura as when he summoned the little demon, and walked through the hall with pride and dominance, bewitching all the men and women inside, who stared at him without blinking.
The six shadow guards led the way and quickly found Simon in the corridor.
Simon felt depressed and down after learning from his boss that Master Zibai had left and his whereabouts were unknown, and that he would most likely not appear for a long time.
Qianlan had a lot of skills in comforting people, but her skills were not good enough and she couldn't use them. She could only stay by Simon's side silently.
As a result, Simon walked with his head down, and the corridor next to the nightclub hall was very dimly lit, so he accidentally bumped into a wall.
Simon looked up and saw Ming Huan. Qian Lan was so scared that she quickly turned off her phone and pretended to be dead.
Simon knew that the Demon Lord would not give up so easily, so he was mentally prepared, so he said, "You're here!"
Ming Huan showed his evil smile which he had practiced for a long time under the guidance of his gold medal instructor.
"Yes, I'm coming!" Ming Huan stretched out his hand to hold the wall, and naturally embraced Simon in his arms.
Simon smelled a pleasant scent coming from Ming Huan. It was not sweet, but not a fresh grass scent either.
It smells a bit like a light tobacco, mixed with a little sweetness. It is very pleasant and can easily arouse people's desire.
Simon said, "I told you, we're not suitable."
Ming Huan lifted Simon's chin, looked him straight in the eyes, and leaned close to his ear. His lips seemed to brush against his earlobe inadvertently. "How can you know if you don't try?"
The voice was deliberately lowered, with a hint of temptation.
The Demon Lord usually uses this voice to seduce the little demons under his command.
It's very nice to listen to and touches the soul.
The gold medal instructor also said that this sound makes people's legs weak, so Ming Huan should master it well and practice more.
Lord Demon is very persistent in what he does, whether it is cultivation or practicing his voice.
The sexy and seductive voice, mixed with the soft breath, was blown on Simon's earlobe and neck, making Simon twist his body a little uncomfortably.
But as soon as he moved, his body was covered by Ming Huan.
Simon was pressed against the wall. Through the cloth, he could feel Ming Huan's body temperature and his restless legs.
The leg seemed to be rubbing against him intentionally or unintentionally, causing his blood to surge and his heartbeat to quicken.
Of course, Ming Huan could hear the sharp acceleration of his heartbeat.
He smiled gently, reached out his hand, put his arm around Simon's waist, and pulled him close to him.
Simon felt somewhat powerless to resist, and the worst thing was that this time the other party's wall-bang was completely different from the last time in the corridor.
It was as if this guy had transformed from a green teenager into a love veteran overnight. His strength, skills, and even his expression were all so charming.
Simon opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat felt dry and he couldn't say anything.
At this moment, Ming Huan's chin gently rubbed his cheek. The slight sting of the stubble brought him indescribable comfort.
Ming Huan whispered softly: "I like you, I want to be with you forever. Let me love you..."
The love words are endless, gentle and affectionate, and full of electricity.
But Simon was not bewitched by such a man. He looked at Ming Huan calmly and made a prompt decision.
The battle-hardened psychiatrist pointed out the real problem in a cold and serious tone: "Don't waste your energy. I have no interest in anal sex with cats!"
Ming Huan was displeased, and when he was upset, his true colors were revealed, completely forgetting all the previous intensive training. The Demon Lord said unhappily, "You look quite polite, but why are you so harsh? What about anal sex with a cat?! As the Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm, it's a blessing for me to have set my sights on you! The favor I bestow upon you is beyond the reach of any other creature in the Three Realms! Don't challenge my boundaries!"
Simon silently recalled the "Feline Psychology Research" published by Professor Zhang, as well as the methods on how to soothe an irritable male cat in estrus.
So Simon reached out, took Minghuan's hand, and touched it. Then, with a sincere expression and a steady voice, he said, "Look into my eyes!"
Ming Huan couldn't help but do what Simon said. He looked into his beloved doctor's eyes. Oh my god, when he usually stroked himself, he would do it with a gentle smile and loving caress. Now his beloved doctor was stroking his paws so comfortably!
Ming Huan stared at the pair of bright black eyes in a daze.
But Simon's voice carried an irresistible command: "One, two, three! Sleep!"
A huge force hit him and Ming Huan fell to the ground.
Perhaps the Demon Lord, who roamed the three realms and even paid a fortune to hire a top-tier emotional counselor, simply hadn't anticipated one thing: hypnosis is a must-have skill for a psychologist. He also hadn't expected that someone who could gradually hypnotize snake spirits and mermaids in the treatment room could now instantly hypnotize a cat demon in the hallway!
The Demon Lord was careless!
When Ming Huan woke up, he found that only half a minute had passed, but Simon and the damn computer were gone, and only six shadow guards surrounded him.
And in his shirt pocket, there was a package of something smelling good.
Ming Huan took out the package and put it to his nose to smell it.
That's right, catnip.
Haha, it’s late autumn now, should I choose catnip or spring?
What can the Demon Lord do?
The black cat rolled on the ground while chewing catnip, sighing silently in his heart: "What else can I do? I can only choose to forgive."
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