The author has something to say: orz...... In the last three days of the last three days of the insistence on the day and the completion of a month, the keyboard was soaked in milk tea......

Take a leave of absence first, and tomorrow I will definitely find a way to replace it with the text.

Xavier Caberko

Handle your horns professionally!

Sincere attitude, serious service,

Well-equipped and skilled.

All technology and equipment are imported from the latest in the human world.

P.S. Doctor is too!

Attending

- Satanic and other low-level demon horns

Deep cleansing and beauty of horns

- Dragon's scales complement the horns

Sulfur quickly bleachs the horns

Fixed/movable prosthetic corners

Artificial decornering

Dr. Xavier Gaboud

Doctor of Dentistry, University of St. Georgia,

Member of the Raymond Shield Demon Horn Protection Society

Proficient in Hebrew, Abyssal, English, Mandarin

There is a special offer for those who do not eat humans!

If you're a human, you're unlikely to find this place in an atlas or a wasp travel network - it's located between a slit at the junction of the Doomsday Volcano and the Black Dragon's Territory, Ninety-nine spatial magic as pillars to maintain the stability of the foundation in the chaos storm and demonic dust, Of course, the scenery of this place from a human perspective can only be described as bad: black smoke and dust cover the sky forever, The land was crimson as human muscle as black rivers as black as the souls of the demons above them, and any breeze that fell on the souls of the dead would cause great pain, and then they would scream, and unfortunately, there were Category 10 hurricanes all year round.

In general, this is not a particularly good location for Xavier Cauchow, but it ......

"What's the solution, you can't be too demanding of the hellish environment, besides, the PM value here is not as high as Beijing's. ”

The young human, former dentist and now Demon Horn Master, Dr. Xavier Gaboud muttered out the window with his usual gentle smile, having been here for so long, he had gradually begun to learn to cope with his hellish life with optimism.

He was a jovial and gentle young man, with short soft brown hair and a small round face that made him look much younger than he really was, and his chestnut eyes, which were full of kindness and curiosity about everything, always reminded humans who saw him of creatures like the Golden Retriever.

He was always smiling and brisk, and he didn't seem to change even in Hell, where such a person seemed out of place. When he first came here to open a clinic, all the demons were convinced that he would not survive three days, but the reality was that not only did he get a visa to travel back and forth between Hell and the human world many times, but he also adapted well to the temporary residence of Hell.

The only corner clinic in hell is a white two-story building that doesn't fit in with its surroundings, with the upper floor being Xavier's residence and the lower floor being widened and renovated into a clinic. The walls are snow-white, the light is soft, and you can see vibrant greenery around every corner, and if you don't take into account the weird creatures that the little things chew in their mouths, it's basically a fairly relaxed and mellow atmosphere - but unfortunately, despite Xavier's careful setting up of the clinic environment and a large box of promotional cards scattered in the hurricane that ravaged every inch of hell, the business of the clinic is still quite light.

The demons didn't like Xavier, they hated the kind smile on his face and his kind manner, and the gentle and delicate way he handled their horns—it gave them the creeps.

The master should be rough and cruel: he should cut the sick horn directly with a trapezoidal guillotine, dig out the beating nerves with rusty iron tongs in the splash of blood, and then paste the wound with a soldering iron. Oh yes, while doing all this, Master Xiujiao should also have sharp invectives and curses in his mouth.

That's right, that's what a master of cultivation in hell did.

However, since the demons devoured the last master of horn cultivation and ushered in Xavier, they have never been lucky enough to experience the comfort and refreshing treatment of the demons...... The damn human actually prepared soft dragon scale blankets, hot sulfur springs, an unlimited supply of succubus tear soda for the rough and stinky demons in the clinic, and while they waited, they could watch "The Two Ghost Catchers" on the human Internet on the doctor's iPad......

This kind of terrible service made the demons shy away from this clinic from then on, and if it weren't for the point where they couldn't bear it, I'm afraid that no demon would want to step into this clinic even once. You know, the clean, mild, lemon-smelling air alone is enough to make the demons feel as if they were inhaling the breath of a poisonous dragon.

That's why Xavier was so shocked that night when he found out that a customer had appeared at the door of his clinic.

The figure standing in the doorway was very tall, with a strong, graceful muscular curve like the elf depicted in the book, a long black cloak draped from the small blue and white checkered tiles, hiding his gloomy shadow, and above him, the helmet of dragon skeletons and banshee eyes shimmered with evil in the light of the Philips bulb, and then the shadow it cast obscured his face.

The gray and black demonic dust rolled behind him, and the wind was terrible, but ......

Xavier turned his head to listen, and found that the wailing of the necromancy, which had always been noisy before, was gone, and now it was terrifyingly "quiet" outside the door.

Well, a high demon, and most likely a nobleman.

Xavier heard a voice in his heart.

Only the nobles do not need to show off their strength with their swollen and distorted figures, and only the nobles have the possibility to unleash the coercion that makes the necrons begin to pretend to be dead.

He looked at the other and blinked.

"Excuse me...... Do you have an appointment?"

He said.

The other party's breath froze.

After a long while, a low, dull figure emerged from the shadows.

"Gasberry - the great emperor who rules the south, the spirit king of the south who commands 200 demon archdukes and 400 demon dukes......"

"Oh, okay. Xavier interrupted him, and he tapped the name on the notebook a few times before continuing, "Do you have PPO insurance?"

Gasberry, the great Demon Emperor who ruled the South, looked at Xavier, and he became serious.

"Nope. ”

From above the dust and clouds came the screams of some creature, followed by a dull, distant thunder.

"Smack...... Bang bang bang ......"

Just for a moment, a hot, steaming rain of sulfur fell.

In the clinic, the atmosphere instantly became stagnant.

……

"Ah, that's okay, we can still serve you well. Xavier's smile shattered the sinister atmosphere, and before the noble Highness could show his dark nails, he had tenderly handed the patient information book to the other party.

"So, fill it out – what's wrong with you?"

Undoubtedly, the doctor's smile this time also hurt the innocent and innocent earth-born demon, even if the other party was a terrible demon emperor.

Gasburo showed a very palpable discomfort, his shadow shaking slightly under his cloak, his eyes flashing red in the shadows, and his teeth shining.

But here's the amazing thing...... In the end, instead of swallowing the emaciated and young human doctor directly into his abdomen, he honestly sketched the magic words on the information book with his fingernails.

And the reason why he is so tolerant is very obvious, precisely because of his horns.

A few minutes later, after watching His Highness Gasbury take off his helmet in the reference room, Xavier froze for a moment at what he had seen.

"Oops. He didn't even hold back, and let out a low voice, "This is a bit of a problem." ”

Gasburo is very handsome, he is the kind of handsome demonic young man who will make you think that Brando and other male mammals living in the human world are unsightly, with black hair and black eyes, a cold temperament, strong power, and noble status. He is the Great Emperor of the South, the Spirit King of the South who commands 200 Demon Grand Dukes and 400 Demon Little Dukes - the reason for emphasizing this is to prove to the reader how serious his diagonal problem is.

That's right, based on the principle that the stronger the strength, the thicker the horns, Gasberry has a pair of quite strong horns, more than a meter long, which is very stout.

The only problem is in its shape.

The pair of horns is probably due to the fact that the owner did not adjust his sleeping position well during childhood, or because the eggshell was too hard at birth and the horns developed too quickly...... In short, it's deformed. The horns, which should have bent backwards, bent inward relative to each other, forming an incomparably huge heart shape above the Great Demon Emperor's head.

A living and Luxue label was placed on top of the most powerful demon in the entire region.

Under Xavier's shocked gaze, Gasberry became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He stared coldly at the human doctor, black shadows beginning to twist and spread like snakes across the floor, and the smell of rust and brimstone in the air distorted even the light.

Under normal circumstances, even a demon duke would have trembled on his prostrate ground in the face of Gasberry's level of rage.

But the reality is that Xavier just rubbed the tip of his nose uncomfortably, and then showed the Emperor that sweet smile that made the devil creep away: "Don't worry, everyone will be a little nervous when they first come here, but we'll always solve the problem, won't we?"

Gasberry's shadow had detached from the ground and turned into several bucket-thick shadow snakes standing behind Xavier, each of them easily swallowing the young human with a single bite with its mouth open.

"Well, you've got your nerves exposed, didn't you have a horn when you were younger, and now it's so twisted......"

Xavier pressed his fingers to the tips of the sturdy horns, the tips of the left and right horns had come together because of the shape, and the horns wore away as they rubbed, revealing the soft, red nerves underneath the sponge.

The Shadow Serpent shook its tongue silently in the air, its teeth swelled, and the corners of its evil black mouth fell with foul-smelling Yin Hong slime.

Slowly, slowly, with its mouth wide open, the black snake came to Xavier's head.

At that moment, Xavier's fingers touched the pink patch lightly.

"Shhhh

There was a hiss—Gasberry's body trembled violently.

His face turned blue suddenly, and all his shadows suddenly shrank back under his cloak, and became a small, mournful mass from the terrible soreness that the demon could not summarize.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't think you were sensitive!"

Xavier, who was unaware of the danger behind him, winked and apologized to His Highness the Demon, who was slumping his shoulders and trembling in silence.

“……”

Gasbour's eyes were blank and his face was glazed.

He didn't answer Xavier, and if Xavier wasn't an ordinary human, he would have only looked up to see the huge black and hideous soul belonging to the Demon Emperor slowly squirming on the ceiling of his clinic.

Xavier couldn't help but worry, fearing that he would provoke the fragile demon again, and instead of moving the nerve, he gently tapped the pair of black misshapen horns with a plastic rod that responded emptyly.

"The calcium deficiency is also very serious, and the inside is empty. ”

Xavier muttered with a headache, and the plastic rod hit Gasburo's forehead absent-mindedly, making an equally empty "thump-" sound.

The demon's red eyes flickered slightly in the shadow of his hair.

Xavier gently lifted him up.

"I've already examined your horns, and I'm sorry, but they can't be properly adjusted by amputation or correction, they are compressed and deformed as the roots grow.

Gasbury couldn't help but think of the egg he had been born with, and his mother had almost failed to break the shell of the egg by pouring gold and rubies on the surface of it to show off his wonderful white glow.

The gloomy mood made the black snake in his shadow writhe again.

This time they turned into more nimble black tentacles, covered with countless sharp ringed teeth, and they writhed towards Xavier, but just as they were about to touch him, a word fell on Gasberry's ears.

“…… There is no choice but to pull it out from the root and let the horns grow again. ”

…… Every shadow tentacle of Gasberry stiffened at that moment.

"If you don't pull it out, the situation will only get worse. Xavier suddenly didn't realize that he had succeeded in scaring the Lord of the South and his infamous "Shadow Hand", but continued to talk to the iron-faced High Demon with the attitude of a professional cultivator, "If I'm guessing correctly, you still have a headache, right?

(Ah, absolutely.) ）

Gasberry answered Xavier's question uncontrollably in his heart, and after reacting, his mood became even more depressed.

However, Xavier seems to have a natural magic, and in the eerie silence of Gasbrough, he can still get answers.

"The headache is because the wear and tear of your horn has affected the nerves, and the noise is caused by fluid buildup inside your horn...... Rest assured, these problems will be solved by the time you pull the horns out. ”

“……”

Although Gasberry tried his best to maintain his dignity as an archdemon, this insistence seemed so fragile in the face of the matter of "pulling out the horns".

He stared at Xavier, and in such a short moment, a hundred million ways to kill a young doctor (most of them would be extremely painful) had come to his mind, but the terrible consequences that Xavier had spoken of had never made him have the courage to actually kill him.

Who knows how long it will take for a new human fool to set foot here after taking out the Horn Master of Hell this time? The Horn Master has never been produced in Hell - the demons are better at pulling out their heads than they are at pulling out the horns.

Well, the rest of the plot won't be something that anyone will want to know in detail.

The banshee's eyes gurgled on the helmet beside her, spider-footed eyelashes fluttered rapidly in the air, and the undead huddled together, making a "whining" sound from the gaps in the white skeletons...... It sounds like some kind of quirky mockery.

Well, strictly speaking, they are indeed mocking the cowardice of a certain demon.

Gasberry gave them a coldly cold look, and the helmet was quiet once more.

But it was undeniable that those incomprehensible mockery eventually provoked Gasberry, and the tall demon stood up and walked towards the chair in the center of the clinic with a blank face. It was a purpose-built horn-pulling bed converted from a human device, with amulets and magic circles designed to limit the magic of the demons sitting on it to the greatest extent possible before they jumped up and killed the poor and fragile human doctor in the process of pulling out the horns (accidents, of course, did happen from time to time).

Of course, Gasbury would not admit that he felt regret the moment he sat down to meet the horns, just as Xavier would not admit that he had actually seen Gasbury walk hand and foot...... For a responsible doctor, not irritating the fragile mind of patients is also a part of professional ethics.

"Alright, let's get started, I'll numb your horns first, and I'll pull them out when you're ready. ”

The doctor comforted Gasburo affectionately

After making sure that Gasberry was ready, Xavier's usual gentle smile appeared on his face that made the demons uncomfortable, and then he picked up a pale green potion, opened the lid, and poured the slowly wriggling liquid like slime molds onto the heart-shaped horns.

Normally, Gasburo wouldn't have allowed any creature to come near him like he was, but perhaps because Xavier was only too fragile human (his mana would not fluctuate more than a speck of demonic dust), the doctor's contact wasn't so terrifying—after a few seconds, the venom from the bighorn worm and hellsnake had managed to numb his overly sensitive horn nerves, his head began to flutter, and he felt his headache begin to ease.

"I'm ready, I'll allow you to touch my horns. ”

It was only at this time that Gasberry finally let go of his heavy psychological baggage, and he said to Xavier reservedly.

Xavier's head poked over and appeared in Gasberry's field of vision...... His face was splattered with bright red blood.

"Ah, actually, I've already pulled them off. ”

He said with a smile, his hands covered in blood, and he struggled to pick up the pair of corners and show them to a motionless Gasberry.

The roots of the opposite horns were still dripping with blood......

……

……

……

What followed was a brief silence filled with the heavy smell of sulfur and blood.

Xavier's sluggishness worried Xavier, and to prove how smoothly the process had gone so well, he graciously brought in mirrors so that the great king of the south could see what he was now—no horns remaining, and no extra limbs had been gouged out.

After the horns were removed, the two large pits in the demon's head were filled with only a few blood spurting out of it.

"Don't worry too much about the bleeding, it won't be long before the bleeding stops, but ......," Xavier lovingly tapped on the edge of the pit in Gasberry's head, "I'm afraid it won't fill until the new horns grow." ”

……

It took Gasbury a brief moment to make sense of his current situation.

Yes, that's right, he did pull the damn horn off.

It doesn't hurt at all, it doesn't even feel at all......

He hoped that he would be able to maintain his dignity as a high demon and accept it calmly, but when he saw the two large pits in his head in the mirror and the blood spurting from them......

"How dare you—"

A dark, distorted phrase of magic spilled from the corners of his mouth.

The rage forced Gasberry to force his breath to his feet, his claws suddenly spreading, instinctively trying to attack the evil human doctor.

But what he didn't expect was that with just such a small movement, a terrible ache instantly came from the depths of the two pits that had been born on his head—his body went limped in that instant, and he fell straight into Xavier's thin embrace. 2k reading web