Little Saint

As the only little holy son in the human race, Leqi has been given a sacred mission from the day he was born - to sacrifice the holy fire and resist the demons. Therefore, he could not run, jump or play. He wore a holy white robe all day long and sat in the chapel to practice. In his free time, he would sit by the window and watch eagerly as his parents and younger brother enjoyed themselves. Leqi is very lonely and longs for a good friend. On this day, the chapel sent a slave to serve as Le Qi's bodyguard. Leqi was very curious. He tilted his head and looked at the tall slave kneeling on the ground. He took the initiative to hold the hand that was much wider than his and said with a smile: "Hello, don't kneel down. Let's go eat fruit." The slave narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his white arms under his white robe, as well as his slender calves that were faintly visible. He followed Leqi forward and passed by a mirror. Leqi found himself standing on tiptoe to reach the slave's shoulder. He pouted, and the next second, he was suddenly carried to the table by the slave. They were all the same height. Leqi smiled so hard that his dimples were exposed. He turned his head to pick up the grapes and didn't notice the slave's thoughtful gaze. . A year later, Leqi was deprived of the title of Holy Son. Because he was pregnant with a child of unknown origin. Those who were originally jealous of him began to add insult to injury and expelled him from the chapel. At this time, the demons proposed war. After discussion, the holy envoys decided to send Leqi to the demons as a sacrifice. People gloated and said that Leqi's fate must be miserable. Leqi was also very scared and cried all the way. After arriving at the Demon Clan Palace, he tremblingly raised his head and saw a tall figure behind the curtain. He was inexplicably familiar with it. He was stunned to see the new Demon Clan King open the curtain, walk up to him, and pick him up as easily as before. The man kissed him and said, "Baby, I've been waiting for you for a long time." "It's not a tribute, it's my bride." Intention: love