Demon Lord Always Think Father is More Valuable Than Son [MTL]

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After Xie Chen said he wanted to plant flowers, he returned the flower pot to Zhili. After Zhili confirmed again and again that he was not going to plant flowers now, he put the matter behind him and went to do what he was supposed to do.

The days in Medicine God Valley were leisurely and comfortable, and they could have fun in the flower fields every day. This was the first time Zhili had enjoyed life like this since he came to this world.

She stayed in Medicine God Valley for a few days and had a clear understanding of the personnel structure here. There are a total of five people in the Medicine God Valley. In addition to the grandfather and grandmother, there are three apprentices. Among them, the junior sister is Xie Chen's mother. However, due to one or other reasons, the three of them cannot come back temporarily. The grandmother was also outside. When I heard they were coming, I rushed back day and night.

As soon as her grandmother came back, Zhili became even happier, because——

"Your cooking is so delicious!" After staying in this food desert-like world for more than three years, Zhili burst into tears over food for the first time.

Grandma laughed: "My craftsmanship is not as good as Chen'er's mother."

"Really?" Zhili was surprised, "No wonder I've never seen him eat. If he eats something good, he doesn't want to eat something bad."

Xie Chen, who was not far away, glanced at her lightly.

"That's not the case. He has not had a good appetite since he was a child. He is completely different from his father." Grandma explained.

Zhili had never met the old demon king, but from reading the novel, he knew that he really loved to eat. Hearing this, he picked up a piece of pastry and said, "If he doesn't eat it, I'll eat it. I like to eat the food made by my grandma the most."

"Funny words." Xie Chen commented lightly. They had only been in the valley for a few days, and they had already coaxed the two old people into running around.

Before Zhili could refute, her grandmother glared at Xie Chen: "What are you talking about? Do you mean that my cooking is not delicious?"

"Your Majesty, this is your fault," Zhili agreed, adding insult to injury, "Grandma, let me beat him!"

"You don't need your grandfather, I can beat you too!"

The two sang and continued chatting. Xie Chen stared at them for a moment and then went directly to take Zhili away.

Zhili was shocked: "Grandma! Grandma, help!"

Grandma was so happy that she bent over: "Don't worry, he won't bear to bully you."

Zhili: "..." Do you have any misunderstanding about your child?

Despite her meaningless protest, Xie Chen took her back to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Zhili rolled over and hid in the corner of the bed, covering his collar like a good woman: "Don't come over here!"

Xie Chen approached with an expressionless expression.

The moment he was hugged, Zhili pushed his chest meaninglessly: "At this time, you should say, 'No one will save you even if your throat breaks.'"

Xie Chen buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath: "Boring."

When he spoke, his breath was warm and gently spread on her neck. Zhili shrank with itchiness, and then whispered: "Your Majesty, are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Xie Chen closed his eyes, his whole weight resting on her. When he heard this, he just hummed, but what he said was: "No."

"But you've been hugging me a lot lately," Zhili tutted, "I've been dragged into the house by you three times today."