The demon leader is a good man

"The Lord of the Devil's Cult is a Good Man" by Zihen

02

In March of Yangchun, the young master was walking in the yard with a dense leaf on his head.

A white figure suddenly jumped into the backyard of Jiang Mansion, and he squatted and stopped on the wall of the backyard.

The spring breeze rustled the leaves, and the black hair and white clothes of the people on the wall fluttered with the wind.

"What are you doing there?"

"Zamabu, I skipped my teacher's class."

"Why are you running away?"

"The storyteller will go to the teahouse today, I want to go there even more."

The young master is not tired at all, and the weather is neither hot nor sunny.

The leader reflected on himself, maybe he should stagger his appearance in the young master's class.

The young master jumped in front of him in the blink of an eye. The teacher pinched the young master's pink and tender face. The young master was only a teenager, and he only reached the shoulder of the teacher. As a result, the young master could only look up at the leader to express his dissatisfaction.

"Can you read to me?" The young master asked the leader to take out the book from his chest. It was a book about Jianghu affairs.

The leader ignored the pages of other sects and skipped to the page of Demon Cult. After a quick glance, he threw the book away, "This crap book is written by people, do you want to hear me tell you?"

So the young master rode his horse and listened to the master lecture on the history of the development of the demon religion.

"There are still bad people in the Devil's Cult." The young master sighed.

The leader chuckled, "Not all the other sects are good people."

The young master nodded, no matter how bad the previous Demon Cult leader was, the current Demon Cult leader must be a good person.

The leader pinched the young master's raised hair on his forehead, and took a breath, the lock of hair dangling in the air.

The leader smiled wryly, "Fool, what's the use of just believing in you!"

More and more people gathered around the main helm of the Devil's Cult. They were afraid that they would end up with the beggar gang. They wanted to wipe out the Devil's Cult before everything was exposed, so as to erase the scandal they did in the name of the Devil's Cult.

"Has the leader of the Demon Cult been cleansed today?"

"Most of the words of the Muslim Lord have been washed away."

"Strengthen your guard outside the rudder."

"Yes."

Hibiscus in October, the young master has grown a lot taller.

There are more and more people listening to books in the teahouse, the young master is rich!The front row is always his.

When the crowd dispersed, the young master was still sitting on his seat, looking at the storyteller with bright eyes.

The leader under the mask was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, he deliberately suppressed his voice and said, "Young master, it's time to leave."

"I've heard your voice."

"..."

"You are the leader."

"...What is this young master talking about?"

Scared by the young master's affirmative tone, the leader took a few steps back.

"The piece of jade hanging around your neck was given to you by me."

The leader touched his neck, oops, the rope was exposed!

"Can you take off the mask and tell me the story?" The young master stood up and walked towards the leader.

The leader smiled helplessly, "If you accept me, you will discover everything." The leader tore off the mask from the side of the ear, and a handsome face appeared in front of the boy. "Did you already know it was me?"

"I used to think your voice was very familiar, but I suddenly realized it when I saw the jade around your neck today."

The leader touched the rough jade on his chest, which was taken by lottery when the young man was one year old. He said that the jade was beautiful, and the young master gave it to him without hesitation.

Once again, the leader only told stories to the young master, not about the world, but about love.