Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Is it going to grow little wings again? ...
An Feng has completely changed from what he was before.
The soft little cub curled up on the soft bed, with its snow-white wings folded behind it. They were shiny and soft, without even a single fork. The bright little halo also sunk into the pillow, and it adjusted its position back and forth comfortably.
A big hand protected him from behind. From the beginning, it was hard to control the strength, but with gentle pats, the little angel felt safer. Then, sleepiness came over him and he yawned in his parent's arms.
It's a really ridiculous scene.
The little one who fell into the trap was only enveloped by the big devil leaning against the head of the bed. It was like a poor little thing who had strayed into the big devil's castle. He was unaware of the danger and was happily dancing on the bottom line of the big devil. Occasionally, he would go too far and accidentally jump out.
When everyone was sweating for him, the silent big devil quietly reached out his hand, sneered, and picked up the ignorant little white bird again, bringing it back to its own bottom line and letting it continue dancing.
It hadn't even been a few days.
The three-headed tiger standing at the door, not knowing where to put its claws, looked at everything in confusion.
This is not right.
This is totally wrong!
How come the world has changed so much since Cat was away for just one day?!
Especially this network!
Nora found this quite absurd.
"Jia Er, what are you doing, you idiot? You could be back in the moat, why are you still cramming into this little water tank?"
No, what are you guys doing?!
It's already a cat, what happened to the promise to let the cat take care of it? !
Most importantly—
Nora, who had been grumbling about her "dissatisfaction" with the little angel and had gone out for a walk all day, finally came back and decided to "reluctantly" coax the poor little thing to sleep and stared at the bed.
That's where it should be!!
We can’t have no place for cats if the cat goes out!
You can't do this!
Nora let out a low growl in despair.
Trying to get the attention of the little angel lying peacefully in Frog's arms - Look, it's Cat! I'm Cat! I'm back!
But within a second of the growl, Frog's waving of his hand was reversed, and a magic circle lit up in his palm and under Nora's body.
For a moment, Nora looked at the scene around her in confusion.
"Aww—meow."
The low growl in his throat didn't even have time to turn into the meow of a clamp.
This should be the farthest place that Frog's magic circle can teleport to.
The three-headed tiger Nora was stunned for a second.
Then all three heads shouted angrily.
“Ouch!!”
“Ahhh!!”
“Ahhhhh!!!”
When you need it to coax the child, just call it a cat and push it towards the little cub.
Now that you don't need it to comfort the child, you just throw it so far away?
You have no conscience!!! This is too much!
Protest!!
It strongly protests!!
Why were Carl and that pink octopus allowed to stay in the cub's room?!
Nora sharpened her claws and ran back fiercely.
The three tigers that were thrown out will not come back for a while.
Frog had no guilt at all about burning bridges.
Or what is guilt to a demon? Can it be eaten or drunk? Especially to an arrogant monarch, he doesn't care what others think.
He looked down at the little angel who was fast asleep on the pillow.
Recalling the previous conversation with Mo Lu.
"The fruit has been cultivated. If it is cultivated steadily, new varieties should be able to be cultivated. This time, I can finally raise this little angel well. When the time comes, I can use it to trade with the Kingdom of Heaven and show your power."
Such a ragged little angel can be raised so well, and what the hell is heaven?
At that time, this little guy was not yet his cub.
Frog looked at the cute little face.
He reached out and touched An Feng's face, his eyes dark.
The little guy seemed to be unaware of the danger and was sleeping soundly.
Demons always have big mood swings—
What is this feeling?
Too cute, so cute that I want to pinch him until he screams to satisfy my own evil taste.
No, you can't do that.
He really bullied me and made me cry. It's rare for the old father to have the awareness of being a father.
Frog withdrew his hand and stood up. The lining of his military uniform, which had been ironed, was now a little wrinkled.
He reached out and picked up the military jacket beside him and put it on. He didn't look at the little angel again and listened calmly to the report from the front-line troops.
The first team from the Crimson Hell has already met up with the support team from the Jealous Territory.
There was only a brief contact and friction, and then it quickly separated.
Although there were no actual results.
But according to reports from the front, it was pretty much what they expected.
The Jealous Territory is in disarray and relies entirely on the power of the top leaders to suppress it. As long as those top leaders are dealt with, everything will collapse.
The pattern of the demon world that has remained unchanged for many years is finally about to change.
Frog calmly explained a few words.
Stand up and prepare to leave.
He only looked back when he reached the door.
An Feng was sleeping soundly with deep breathing. The little octopus beside him had also fallen asleep along with his breathing, and was pulling a strand of the little angel's short platinum hair in a somewhat annoying way.
Frog looked at it for a long time, then raised his hand and waved his fingertips gently.
The short strand of hair slipped out from the pink tentacle.
Frog withdrew his hand with satisfaction and walked out the door.
Using this little thing to make a deal with heaven?
Oh, I won’t give it back to them.
Behind him, the little pink octopus quietly opened its eyes.
The tentacle rolled up and rolled the platinum-colored hair into its tentacles again.
——Hehe, grab a little more, grab a little more, so cute, cute, just sleep with his halo in your arms?
——Forget it, it would be bad if I woke him up. Rub his hair——his hair smells so good!
*
These peaceful days lasted for several days.
During the day, An Feng trains in the morning and studies in the afternoon. In his free time, he also raises an octopus monster. These two days, he also has the additional job of comforting a poor cat who is heartbroken.
The day is full of life.
Moreover, the little angel has learned three levels of the devil's forbidden spell in just a few days in this world.
The azure eyes became clearer, the halo became brighter, and the little wings were nurtured by their parents to become soft and smooth, and more and more lively.
The troops sent by Frog had clashed with the jealous army several times.
As the Crimson Hell gained advantages again and again, the jealous monarch Desis finally couldn't bear it anymore and exposed his whereabouts on the battlefield.
The conscription of the entire Crimson Hell has ended, and everyone is ready to wait for Frog's order. All demons will crush any obstacles that stand in their way.
So Frog couldn't take care of Xiao Anfeng for the past few days.
But fortunately, Mo Lu has already found a playmate for An Feng.
They are all little demons of the same age. Some of their elders work in the Demon King's Palace, some work in the Royal City, and some are going on this expedition with the main force. After inspection, they all have good character and talents.
When Mo Lu reported to Frog.
I always feel that His Majesty's emotions are a bit subtle.
I have a kind of melancholy feeling like - ah, my son hasn't even had enough of me yet and he has to go out and make friends.
But if you look closely, there is no other change on His Majesty's face.
It must be an illusion...right?
It was a rare opportunity for Frog to have some time before going on the expedition.
"Daddy, don't pull so hard, be gentler!"
The little angel was currently sitting on a chair in the training ground, with the big devil standing behind him. His little face, which had become a little chubby, looked up and complained in dissatisfaction.
"Yeah, I understand, I understand—"
Frog responded by frowning as if facing a great enemy as he looked at the little angel's feathers.
"Why don't your feathers grow properly?"
Parents are still complaining and trying to straighten things out with an obsessive compulsive disorder.
Are angels inherently so strange, or is the angel he raised strange?
The feathers on the small wings had already grown, but now new and stronger feathers were pushing the old feathers aside and trying to grow out to replace the previous emergency growth feathers.
Also, I don't know if it's because I've been giving him too much supplements recently.
He always complains that his back itches.
Although he decided to raise a cub well, it was just a cub. The arrogant devil never thought that raising a cub would change him much.
Until the little angel woke up in the middle of the night with an anxious pink octopus on his head. He held his wings and stood at his door with a wronged look, looking inside cautiously. After he found him and carried him in, he lay uncomfortably in his arms, saying that his back was itchy.
How can the back itch?
Frog couldn't figure it out either.
But he knew that when An Feng tilted his little head up, bumped into his arms pitifully, and asked him in a low voice - "Dad, am I going to grow little wings again? What will they look like?", no one could leave this aggrieved little thing alone there, even though he was also confused and had no idea what the little guy was.
That night, Garlan, who was sleeping happily after sucking the little angel, was knocked awake by Frog.
The last group of demons were in a state of panic as they watched the little angel, who felt wronged and a little guilty for disturbing their rest.
It was after that that Jia Lan tried to mix some cooling medicine, which helped the little guy get through the most uncomfortable days.
But now this little guy is becoming more and more arrogant?
"Dad? Dad?"
As Frog was thinking this, the little wings in his palms flapped back and forth, hitting his palms, signaling him to come back to his senses.
"Rub here again—"
The soft little wings kept drilling into his father's palm.
Then he was grabbed by Frog.
The faces of arrogant monarchs are all black.
"Why are you rushing me? Don't be so arrogant, little brat."
"Hey—" An Feng looked up. In his arms was the poor little pink octopus that had been knocked out of the fish tank by the little water monster this morning. He dragged out the soft ending of his voice. He had also learned bad habits from his father and was a little perfunctory. His little wings struggled, "Yes, yes, there—"
The cool potion soothed the little guy's discomfort from growing feathers this time.
Frog withdrew his hand and watched An Feng flap his wings twice.
Mo Lu walked forward quietly at this moment and whispered something to Frog.
Frog hummed casually.
He picked up the little cub with one hand and held it in his arms.
"I'm leaving soon. I've found a playmate for you. Mo Lu knows the range of your activities."
Frog's instructions were also very casual.
"Remember to practice forbidden spells, learn from Jia Lan, go to bed early at night, and don't indulge these guys all day long—"
Frog looked at the little octopus, then thought about Carl who moved freely in the lake and the fish tank, and the three tigers who meowed all day long. The little angel would prepare food specially for them. These people were becoming more and more scheming, and the whole thing was like a palace fight.
An Feng was casually placed on the ground by him.
"You can do whatever you want with the magic flowers in the yard. If your friends like them, you can give them to them. And stay away from that crazy Gran."
The little angel tilted his head and listened quietly.
Frog paused, thinking about what else to say.
Finally, pat the little guy’s halo.
"If there's any danger, just break the earring."
The arrogant monarch still turned a blind eye to everything, but made the most cautious decisions.
"Daddy's power can protect you."
An Feng stood on tiptoe and called him.
"dad."
"Um?"
Frog had already started using magic to locate him. He glanced over casually, and there seemed to be no warmth in his scarlet eyes.
"You lower your head."
"What's going on again?"
Frog simply squatted down.
He discovered that he had no idea what was going on in this little angel's head all day long.
Until the little angel's forehead touched his.
Those deep blue eyes were bright and had a glowing aura that felt somewhat warm when they fell on people.
The only blessing that a battle angel can give you is - may you be invincible.
At the end of the teleportation array, Frog touched his warm forehead.
I couldn't help laughing.
Ha, the devil was blessed by an angel.
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