How to fall in love with the demon king at first sight

Chapter 1

The mint green electric fan turned visibly to the naked eye, eh~ah~, after a long absence, it began to hush, forming a gray-green double image on the white ceiling.

The setting sun came obliquely from the window on the left, like folded golden paper, falling on the waist of the man sitting in the middle of the room.

The man sat comfortably, wearing a white suit and a solid black tie, with one leg crossed over the other.

He has a face that looks like he's flirting with you when he smiles, at least that's how Lu Miao looks now.

The bridge of the nose is slender, the eyebrows are deep, the hair is extremely black and fluffy, and the outline is extremely neat. The shadow falls on his right side, stretched very long by the setting sun.

It's a Wednesday afternoon in late summer, at four o'clock, the day is coming to an end, the night is not yet to come, but it's time to come.

The attic is too old, and if you shake it, a large amount of dust will be shaken off.Except for him, the rest are full of smells of more than a century.

Although I made an appointment to interview here, I couldn't help being surprised when I came here.

Lu Miao stepped forward and said politely, "Mr. Tang, thank you for accepting my interview. This is my business card. My name is Lu Miao, and I am a reporter from Chaoyang News Agency."

"Hello." Tang Xiu took the business card, "Sit."

Lu Miao turned her head, and there was a purple chair behind her.

While thinking about why he chose such a remote and old place, he took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped the seat surface, and tried not to let himself lean on the back of the chair, "Let's start."

"Mr. Tang, hello, first of all, thank you for donating 100 million to our city's Ping'an Primary School. According to the information, you don't seem to be a student of Ping'an Primary School. Why do you want to donate?"

"boring."

"Oh...does Mr. Tang have anything to do with the school?"

"No."

"There are a lot of antiques in this attic, Mr. Tang is a collector?"

"No, it was passed down."

rich second generation.

The first reaction in Lu Miao's heart.

Still a boring rich second generation.

Lu Miao lowered her head and flipped through her notebook.

Tang Xiu glanced down, and suddenly asked: "When Mr. Lu interviewed me, he kept making gestures, beating the beat with his fingers?"

"Ah." Lu Miao raised his head, which was a habitual movement when he felt bored.

"231321123213 Is that so?" Tang Xiu said.

Lu Miao was a little surprised, he didn't expect him to observe so carefully.He mainly uses his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger to beat the beat, which are 1, 2, and 3 respectively. Numbers are the order, which he learned from a novel.

He couldn't help but feel ashamed, and said flatly: "Yes, it's just a small habit."

"Pretty good. Nice fingers."

Lu Miao was taken aback for a moment, "Haha."

"Where did you learn it?"

"A very early novel."

After 15 minutes, the interview ended, and Lu Miao got up: "Mr. Tang, thank you very much for accepting my interview today. I will go back first. I will send you a text message when the newspaper comes out."

"it is good."

The two shook hands again.

At the end of August, he was wearing a white suit with a black collar, which was tight, but his hands were warm and he didn't sweat at all.

Lu Miao is a 22-year-old young man with a crew cut.

This year, I graduated from the Chinese Department with a bachelor's degree, and I only moved here to live and work in the first two months.

Originally from nearby city C, he was encouraged by his university roommate and friend Yu Guang to work here, and then joined this small newspaper.

The newspaper office is a declining industry, but he still has a relatively naive ideal of journalism.

Today is his first time going out for an interview, but the feeling is not satisfactory.

The interviews don't contain much information, and can be summed up in one sentence, "Tang Xiu, a rich second generation, donated 100 million to Ping'an Primary School in this city because of boredom. I would like to express my gratitude."

When Lu Miao walked out of the attic, he looked back at the old building, feeling rather melancholy.

He rented a one-bedroom, two-living room less than half an hour away from the newspaper office by bus, and lived with Yu Guang. Yu Guang was a sales representative. This house belongs to him alone.

Lu Miao's house is self-sufficient.

He can cook, he can clean, and he loves to be clean.

After getting off work early, he went to the market to buy vegetables, cooked them, washed and put away the dishes, and finally took a shower. He sat comfortably on the sofa and watched variety shows with the computer on his lap. At ten o'clock in the evening, he felt refreshed. go to bed.

Before going to bed, he remembered the interview in the afternoon, dug out "Dust" from the innermost part of the bookcase, turned on a small desk lamp and sat by the bed to read it.

"Dust" is a book left to him by his great-grandmother, a memoir of more than 20 words written from the perspective of the heroine.

The heroine has the same name as her great-grandmother, Shi Yin, and the cases in it are very bizarre, with many ghosts and ghosts coming and going, which is quite fantasy.

Lu Miao fell asleep watching.

Until he vaguely heard the sound of the wind blowing the glass window, babbling, so noisy that he couldn't sleep.

He clearly remembered that he locked it before going to sleep, and he struggled to get up, and when he raised his eyes, there was a white figure standing at the end of the bed!

A clock hangs above the back, and the pointer points to 4 o'clock in the morning.

The wind poured in the moonlight slowly, and the large window on the right was like a painting, with a silver and dim moon embroidered on the brand-new, dust-free blue-black curtain. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.

Until the person on the opposite side cast his own shadow in the corner where the moonlight diffused in.

He silently touched his mobile phone on the bedside.

The man turned around suddenly and said hello, "Hi."

Lu Miao's eyes widened, "It's you!"

"It's me." Tang Xiu said with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Lu Miao called 110 from under the covers.

There was a beeping sound coming from the phone, Lu Miao took it out to check, there was no signal, and she couldn't dial out!

Damn, replays don't work either.

Lu Miao simply gave up: "What's your purpose?"

"No purpose."

"Mr. Tang, it's not good to break into someone's house in the middle of the night like this."

"I didn't mean to. You were just sucked by a vampire, I'm here to save you."

"vampire?"

"Well, don't you realize? You've been bitten several times."

Lu Miao subconsciously reached out to touch her neck, but there was nothing.

"Crazy?"

Tang Xiu smiled: "I'm an ancient god, I won't lie to you."

"Ancient God?" The more he said, the more mysterious he became.

At this time, the moon seemed to move, and the light moved up, just falling on Tang Xiu's straight nose.

His skin is like ceramics, not pure white, but a cool white with texture, to be precise, with a slight gray, which seems to have a faint radiance.

Lu Miao wiped her eyes.

Tang Xiu went on to say: "I didn't want you to find out, I'm sorry to disturb you." He walked slowly to the window, turned around slowly, and smiled calmly: "However, vampires will still come."

Then he leaned on the window sill and jumped down,

There was only a full moon in the window, and it was extremely silent, as if nothing had happened.

Until the cool wind blew in, Lu Miao seemed to wake up suddenly. He checked his mobile phone, there was a signal, and it was still full.

He replayed the number and said calmly: "Hey, 110, I think I may have encountered a psychopath..."