Chapter 6 — Raising a Demon King as a Pet by Mistake

I took out a piece of dried chicken from my bag. This is the only snack he has recently refused to eat.

“If you shake hands, you get something to eat.”

His eyes fell on the piece of chicken, stopping for two seconds. Then, he stood up, took small steps down the steps, and sat neatly in front of me. It raised its right front leg and placed it in my palm. The movements are so accurate it's unbelievable. It's almost like the "handshake" movement in a textbook.

“Very good!”

I rewarded it with a piece.

“Next, roll around!”

It looked at me. I took out another piece of chicken. Its ears trembled slightly. Three seconds of silence. Then— The Supreme nine-tailed silver fox clan Dung Cuu Uyen, under the temptation of a piece of dried chicken and under the eyes of five real cubs, rolled around on the spot. The movements are fluid, the speed is extremely fast, so fast that it is almost impossible to see the process clearly. Maybe because he wanted to shorten this humiliating moment as much as possible.

“Tieu Ngan is so good!”

I excitedly brought the chicken to its mouth. It took it in its mouth, chewing without expression. If the fox may be expressionless. Doan Tu next to him looked stunned. It turned its head to look at Tieu Ngan, then looked at Dau Sa, and made a soft "uh" sound. Translated into demon language roughly:

“Sir… did you just… roll around?”

Dau Sa was so surprised that he forgot to chase his tail. Nhu Me covered her eyes.

—

“This action is not an insult.”

Dung Cuu Uyen seriously defended herself in her heart.

“This is a reasonable concession made by the deity based on strategic considerations. The reasons are as follows: First, dried chicken contains a lot of protein, which is beneficial for restoring spiritual energy. Second, coordinated training can lower her vigilance, helping the deity continue to hide. Third…”

Khuong Niem Niem squatted in front of him, smiling brightly like a small sun, lifting his face with both hands and rubbing it back and forth.

"Our Tieu Ngan is truly a genius! The smartest kid in the world!"

Her thumb brushed against his cheek, her fingertips warm against the soft fur.

“Tuesday…”

Her eyes curved up like a new moon, the tip of her nose was almost touching the tip of his nose.

“Third… by training with her… you can get a lot…”

Many of what? He forgot. Because she kissed him again.

"Okay, today Tieu Ngan performed the best, must be rewarded! Tonight let me eat more of the highest quality rice porridge!"

His tail shook once. Just one. But Doan Tu saw it. Doan Tu opened his mouth, using the clear voice characteristic of a juvenile to let out a series of cries. Roughly translated into human language:

"Sister, look! Sir is wagging his tail! Sir has never wagged his tail!"

Tieu Ngan's eyes immediately opened wide. With a speed so fast that it was completely inconsistent with the image of a "weak and sick young animal", it rushed in front of Doan Tu and used its tail to cover its mouth. Doan Tu was so covered that he could only struggle "uh uh huh".

“What's going on?”

I turned my head to look. The posture of Tieu Ngan and Doan Tu is extremely strange. Tieu Ngan lay on top of Doan Tu, his tail covering his head, while he himself blinked innocently.

“Are you guys playing?”

I smiled.

"Tieu Ngan is finally willing to play with the other kids, so good."

Doan Tu continued to struggle under his tail. Tieu Ngan's amber eyes slowly turned towards it, clearly writing four text: Mute. Mouth. If. Are not. Doan Tu immediately stopped struggling.

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Chapter 7 On the evening of the tenth day, the manor's barrier emitted a deafening sound. At that time I still didn't understand what happened. I am sitting on the living room carpet reading comics to Tieu That. Don't laugh. Among the things to note that Bach Tu left behind is: "Kub animals need to listen to stories before sleeping to be reassured." The other kids were all surrounding me, so sleepy that they were closing their eyes. Tieu Ngan lay on her lap, her eyes half closed.

“…Afterwards, the little rabbit returned home. Mother rabbit said: You will always be my favorite—”

“Uynh—!”

A deep vibrating sound came from outside the manor. All the windows shook violently at the same time, and the children immediately woke up. Tieu Ngan opened her eyes. Its pupils changed in an instant— From round amber eyes to cold, upright golden pupils. Just in the blink of an eye. Then it jumped off my lap. The four legs gently touch the ground like a feather. It turned its head to look at me. Those eyes... don't look like they're looking at a caregiver. It's like looking at someone who needs to be protected.

“Tieu Ngan?”

My voice is a bit shaky. Not because of it, but because the sound of heavy footsteps was coming from outside the yard. Something is approaching the manor. I gathered all the kids to the back.

“Don't move.”

I lowered my voice. Doan Tu and Nhu Me were so scared that they shrank into a ball. Dau Sa's feathers stood up. Tieu That let out a low moan. Even Snowball, who was always calm, pressed his long ears down. Outside the living room's ground-level glass door, a giant black shadow appeared. That thing was two meters tall, like a bear standing upright, its entire body covered with rough black scales. The eyes glowed dark red. The large mouth opened, thick saliva dripped onto the stone floor of the manor, making a corrosive "sizzling" sound. The blood in my body immediately froze. This is no ordinary animal. It looked at me. More precisely, look at the hatchlings behind me. Then, it raised its front claws and smashed the glass door to the ground. I didn't have time to think. I held the two closest ones, Doan Tu and Nhu Me, with my back to the window, bending over to cover all the small creatures below.

“Don't come here!”

I shouted. His voice trembled, but his hands still held the babies tightly. I heard the sound of glass breaking. Then— A shockwave exploded behind him. Not the monster's attack. Opposite direction. It came from my direction— No, from under my feet. I just had time to feel a wave of violent power pouring out from behind like a floodwater breaking a dike, sweeping everything away. The air became thick and hot. The overhead lamp exploded. All the furniture in the living room was swept up like a storm, flying in all directions. Then— A roar rang out. Not the roar of a monster. It's a different sound. Low, suppressed, like ancient thunder rolling through the mountains. The pressure contained in that roar almost made my knees weak. Not fear— But a sense of submission that comes from a creature's deepest instincts when faced with absolute power.