The day Xiaocao went down the mountain, he picked up someone.
To be precise, I picked up a roasted bird.
"Your roasted bird is delicious. Come hang out with me from now on." The three-headed baby patted the young man's shoulder, as seriously as a mountain king accepting his younger brother.
The boy looked down at the little thing with two leaves on its head and a scarecrow jacket.
No money, no identity, no common sense.
The only property he had was the invitation he picked up from somewhere in his arms - "Xiao Zhao, Son of the Demon King".
Okay, he was thrown out by his biological father anyway.
A real demon king's son and a fake demon king's son got together to eat and drink together.
Later, Hanbao avoided her, the cultist ran away when he saw her, and she sucked up the devil's egg for breakfast.
Someone was kneeling and calling her the savior, but she was still pulling at the young man's sleeves: "Ahu, what did he say?"
The young man looked at the shocked bosses everywhere and fell silent.
"Tell me if you are hungry."
"Hungry."
"Then let's go and eat beggar's chicken."
——She is just a piece of grass, really.
——I just don't know why, something happens wherever I go.
