The pet devil can't stand the brave owner!

"Hey! It's almost done! I couldn't stand anymore.

Chablolob, with reddish cheeks, muttered quietly.

It had only been a minute since Nostoa had inserted himself into Chablorob's body without saying a word.

According to the body of the demon king, if it's just this time, it's actually not a big deal at all.

Not to mention a minute, even if Chabrolo was on her feet for hours, it would be difficult for her to feel tired.

The problem is that although the physical exertion does not matter, it is still quite difficult mentally for Chablolob.

She remained squatting like this, and Nostoa's head was almost entirely low below her hips.

Of course, Chablolob naturally wouldn't pretend to think that the other party had anything wrong with her.

After all, after putting on the collar, he didn't have any ability to resist at all, and if Nostoa wanted to do anything to her, she couldn't resist at all.

However, she still found it strange, whether it was the rejection of a man by the memories of her previous body, or the instinct of her body to resist the brave in this life, or the contradictory thoughts in her own mind.

The convergence of the three gave Chablorob an indescribable and sullen feeling.

"Oh! All right!

Nostoia, who was concentrating on thinking about things at this time, didn't seem to be aware of this, and replied casually, but it seemed that he only replied, but there was no reaction in his hand.

thinks that he is like this, and the other party is still so perfunctory, and he seems to be a little angry.

didn't wait for Nostoa to react, and just shook off his groping pig hand on her buttocks.

"You? What's going on!?

Nostoia, who was so concentrated, was finally distracted and turned to look at Chabrolob with a puzzled expression.

Staring at the other party's clear eyes for a few seconds, Chablorob, who really couldn't find any evil thoughts, had to put his hands on his chest and puff out a hamster face and said.

"Nothing! I'm just tired of standing!

"Tired of standing? What's wrong with you today? Weird. If you're tired, go and rest.

Nostoia, who heard that nothing had happened, also really believed Chablolobub's words, and turned his head to observe Chabrolob's hair falling.

If this kind of thing had happened in normal times, it would never have been possible.

Nostoia, known for his keen awareness, should have sensed that something was wrong with Chabrolobub at the first time.

But this is an exception.

Because in fact, the brave Nostoia has a problem that few people in the world know, that is, when he thinks about something with all his might, he seems to inadvertently become, how to say, stupid feelings.

Well, very few people know about this kind of thing.

After all, although Nostoa pretended to be a brave man with a gentle and considerate appearance on the surface, in fact, he was very wary of most people, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was living with a mask.

Of course, Chablorob didn't seem to be aware of this, for she did see Nostoa from time to time.

She thinks that things that are commonplace, and naturally she will not cherish them, just like most people in the world.

However, Chabrolob still had an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.

From a rational point of view, of course, she didn't want Nostoa to have any thoughts about her, but when she heard that the other party really didn't have feelings for her, she still subconsciously touched the place where Nostoa had touched just now.

As for what this feeling is, it may be a little too complicated for Chabrolo to be there now.

However, Lotte didn't care too much about this thought.

Chablolob, who was wondering why the other party had been staring at her hair just now, didn't hide her doubts after cleaning up her mood.

"Hey! Bastard!

"What's wrong? Pet.

Although it was still the opening remarks of mutual choking, it was also Nostoa who was seriously answering her statement.

"I thought it was strange just now, why do you keep staring at my hair that falls on the ground, isn't this kind of thing every day?"

"Oh! Are you sure? Then don't you want to see if there are any of these hair on the ground today?

Nostoia's teasing as usual made Chabrolob's mood rise and fall again.

To be honest, she really wanted to bite the top of the neck like the vampire in her demon army flying around all the time.

But although her tiger teeth are sharp, they can only hurt Ding, but they can't suck blood.

Without the tool of the crime, Chablolob could only forcibly press down this idea.

Unconvinced, he looked around, trying to find a hair from the horn and punch the bastard in the face.

And yet....

No, no, no.

Nowhere else.

Despite her efforts, she used her glowing purple pupils to find a strand of hair out of that place.

But I just couldn't find it.

Looking back at Nostoia, he was still staring at his hair, not knowing what was going on in his head.

Chablorob knew with her jade feet that she would answer this guy if she really didn't find anything.

What kind of expression will the other person have?

But I just can't find it!

Suddenly, Chablorob saw a strand of sideburns hanging down in front of his eyes.

Do you want to do it?

A not-so-dangerous but painful thought popped up in Chablorob's mind.

But she is still a demon king, decisive in killing, hating others and hating herself.

If you really want to do it, you don't have any hesitation.

Sneaking into a corner where Nostoa couldn't see, Chablorob glanced at Nostoa again, really sure that the other party couldn't see it.

Immediately, he grabbed a small strand of hair in front of his eyes and tugged hard.

"Hmm!"

Chabrolob seemed to have underestimated the sensation it had given her, and she felt the corners of her eyes moisten in a split second.

Chablorob glanced at Nostoa with trepidation, and after making sure that the other party really hadn't noticed, he sneakily rubbed the strand of hair twice on the wall.

After making sure that there were indeed traces of fraud, Chablorob brushed the little hair he had missing, and then walked over with his head held high.

"Look! Who said there wasn't!

"This! Well!

Nostoa seemed to be genuinely startled by the strand of hair she was holding, and looked away from the handful of hair he had picked up.

But this surprise did not last long, and when he looked up, he looked at Chablorob with a different smile.

"What's wrong?"

The weak-hearted Chabrolob turned his head at the moment of staring at each other, and even more did not admit to himself,

"Pluck your hair!" It hurts! "