Zhexiang as an old friend

Shentu doted on the little mute more and more.

The little mute also liked to cling to Shentu more and more.

Although the intimacy between the two fell into the eyes of those who cared, it was still passed into the ears of the demon Zang Yang.

Zang Yang seldom was in Daxian Mountain on weekdays. He occupied Tianyu Mountain himself, and even forcibly occupied Prayer Mountain as his own garden. He heard that his only son was intimate with a mortal, but he looked coldly at his concubine. Just get angry.

He couldn't lose his majesty as a father, and immediately rode Zhai Runiao to Daxian Mountain.

Hearing the news of his father's arrival, Shentu frowned.

The little mute hurriedly reached out to rub his eyebrows, and wrote in the palm of his hand: Don't frown, it doesn't look good.

Shentu smiled at him, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

When my father came this time, he definitely wanted to argue with himself about this mortal matter.

Shentu wrote on the little mute's palm: You hide, I'll go see my father.

Does the applicant's father not like me? Why should I hide?

You are so cute, how could you not like you, it's just that my father is too majestic, I'll go see him first.

After writing, he shook the little mute's hand reassuringly, and the little mute was also obedient, and smiled at Shentu.

Shentu lowered his head and placed a kiss on the forehead of the little mute.

Zang Yang sat in the hall, quietly waiting for his only son.

"Father." Shentu bowed to Zang Yang, and stood respectfully under his Highness.

"I heard that you recently adopted a child from a mortal?" Zang Yang went straight to the point, not bothering to talk in circles.

Shentu pondered in his mind for a while, but it was only for a moment, then he replied respectfully: "I don't know who informed father."

Although Zang Yang didn't like that mortal, he also didn't like the talkative women around his son, so he said: "The harem is chaotic, it's time to take care of it."

Shentu understood after hearing the words, those concubines didn't seem to take him seriously, his eyes turned cold, and he replied: "Yes, my son will definitely take care of it."

"What about the child? Take me to have a look." Zang Yang did not forget the purpose of this trip, and brought the conversation back to the child.

"He's just a mute, I'm afraid you will find it boring if you go there." Shentu said.

Zang Yang looked displeased, and said: "I just went to see him, and I won't eat him."

"Yes."

When Zang Yang arrived at the little mute's wooden house, the little mute was holding a pen and looking out the door, waiting for Shentu to come back.

Seeing that it was not Shentu who came in, he hurriedly dropped his pen and shrank to a corner of the bed.

"What are you afraid of me doing?" Zang Yang looked at the child hiding himself like a wolf, feeling a little displeased.

"He's a mute, he can't hear you." Shentu explained, and then walked to the bed, gently rubbing the little mute's hair.

The little mute grabbed Shentu's hand and opened his hand to ask Shentu to hug him, but Shentu ignored his father and hugged him directly.

Zang Yang saw the only son's unusual treatment of this mortal child, and he began to worry about it.

"This child is so afraid of me." Zang Yang looked at Shentu who was holding the little mute, and said shallowly.

Shentu laughed and said: "Being bullied a lot, I am very afraid of strangers." After finishing speaking, he wrote slowly on the little mute's palm: This is my father.

The little mute looked at Zang Yang, a little scared but still smiled, and asked in the palm of Shentu's hand: What should I call him?

Shentu considered the little mute's ability to recognize characters, whether it was Zang Yang or Mozun's strokes were too complicated, so he wrote in the palm of his hand: Just call me an adult.

Zang Yang didn't interrupt their slow communication, but just watched him quietly, thinking about how to take this mortal away from his only son.

The little mute over there nodded, hurriedly ran to the table and took out a piece of paper, wrote "Hello, I am the little mute" and handed it to Zang Yang.

Zang Yang took it, shook the little mute's hand, imitating Shentu to write on his palm.

The little mute flinched slightly, but he didn't really dodge, after all, he was Shentu's father.

Shen Tu stared at his father steadfastly, and was very displeased with his father writing on the little mute's palm.

——That was my privilege.

Zang Yang also felt the gaze of his only son, his heart froze, he just wrote "Hello" and let go of his hand.

He looked at the little mute and thought secretly in his heart:

Shentu was a little too concerned about this child, and in the future he would inherit the position of Demon Lord, this child was his weakness, no matter what, he could not allow his son to spoil this child like this.

The little mute only felt that Zang Yang's eyes were getting colder and colder. He shrank his neck and turned his head to look at Shentu as if asking for help.

Shentu hurried over and hugged him in his arms, gently stroking his head to comfort him.

"It's been a long time since I've been to Daxian Mountain as a father. You don't need to accompany me when I go for a stroll." Zang Yang saw how much Shentu doted on this mortal child, and then thought of how to make this mortal child leave his son.

"Yes." Shentu lowered his head and agreed, holding the little mute tightly again, he already felt his father's dissatisfaction with this mortal child.

I also blame myself for showing too much concern for this child, and what my father taboos the most is the word love, for fear that this child will become his weakness.

Seeing that Zang Yang was gone, the little mute relaxed and wrote in Shentu's palm.

I'm afraid of adults.

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

After Shentu finished writing these words, he hugged the little mute tightly in his arms, hoping to give the little mute a sense of peace of mind.

The little mute also hugged Shentu tightly, feeling in his heart that once he let go, he would never see him again.

The night gradually darkened, Shen Tu was called out by Zang Yang for half an hour.

The little mute sat at the door and watched the sky, waiting for Shentu to come back.

However, Shentu also seemed to know that the little mute would be waiting for him at the door no matter how late, so he sent a maid to pick him up from the wooden house.

The maid also knew that the little mute could not hear, so she brought a pen and paper to talk to the little mute.

The Mozun hosted a banquet in the front hall, Jie Zi sent me to pick you up.

I am here waiting for him.

When the little mute thought that the lord was also in the front hall, he felt scared in his heart, and hurriedly turned down the maid.

But the maid also came by order, and wrote:

Jie Zi is also here, and has prepared a place for you, please don't make things difficult for us servants.

Seeing that the maid had written like this, the little mute didn't want to embarrass her, so he nodded and followed the maid.

The maid was also familiar with the road, and she led the little mute along the winding road, but the more she walked, the more she walked, the little mute suddenly remembered that she was tricked out last time, and turned her head in a hurry, wanting to go back the same way.

Seeing the little mute running away, the maid hurriedly greeted him twice, and many guards rushed out beside him, chasing after the little mute.

The little mute looked at the many people behind him, running non-stop, and he didn't know where he went. He suddenly hated that he couldn't speak, so he could only read Shentu's name in his heart, and then ran non-stop , run as long as you can, as long as Shentu comes.

The people behind were still chasing after him, the little mute kept running, the sky was getting dark, and he couldn't see the road under his feet, so he could only keep running and running, but in a panic, he ran to an abyss.

He turned around and wanted to run another way, but he saw the maid and a group of guards surrounding him.

He had nowhere to escape, he could only watch those people's mouths open and close.

"Do you want to go any further? What if you fall down?"

"The ladies didn't say they wanted to live, they just fell down."

"But after all, it's the Demon Lord who gave orders from above..."

"The Demon Lord didn't say he wanted to live, it's just you who talk too much."

The maid was in a hurry, grabbed the sword from the guard beside her and pressed forward, and the guard beside her did not dare to slack off, and followed her forward slowly.

If the little mute could hear it, he might be able to guess that all of this was done by that lord, and he even acquiesced—no, it implied that those concubines had done something to this mortal.

Although he couldn't hear him, he could only think about Shentu while retreating slowly, and then fell into the abyss when there was no way to retreat.

The long snakes in the abyss smelled the smell of the living thing, and they all hung their necks around him, injecting their venom into his veins.

The little mute closed his eyes.

It hurts.