"Huh?"

Ah Zhao looked up at him blankly, and realized that the other party was letting him undress him.

"Oh." She answered.

Slowly walked up to His Majesty the Demon King and reached out to untie his belt.

The placket fell apart in an instant.

Then Ah Zhao didn't move.

His Majesty the Demon King lowered his eyes to her.

Ah Zhao looked back at the past with a pure face, and said in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, you ...... It's too tall for me to reach. ”

Demon King: "......"

He gave Ah Zhao a "what do you want" look, and took off his robe.

Ah Zhao stared at his movements with a blink.

Somehow, in her mind, all the words that Joanna and Liz had said before suddenly came to her.

"I don't know how many ......abs His Majesty the Demon King has," the thought flashed through her mind.

Thinking about it, Ah Zhao's ears became hot, and his eyes quietly raised and looked towards the demon king.

How could her small movements escape the perception of His Majesty the Demon King?

While spitting on this little girl really because she had a wrong thought about herself, His Majesty the Demon King moved his fingers at the same time, and his underwear was scattered.

Ah Zhao's eyes slowly widened, and before she could be amazed by the perfect figure of the person in front of her with wide shoulders and narrow waist, her attention stopped somewhere.

It was a hideous scar that appeared on the jade-like flawless back, as if it were some ominous curse.

Feeling her gaze, the Demon King turned his head.

Unfortunately, this time Ah Zhao didn't have the energy to count how many abs he had, and her eyes fell fixedly on the part of his heart, where there was a scar that was exactly the same as the wound on his back.

She understood in an instant: once, there was a sharp weapon that pierced his body from the deadliest part of the heart.

His Majesty the Demon King looked at the girl in front of him.

She was still very young, with an innocent look, and her pure blue eyes looked at the once fatal wound on her body, with distress and unbearable.

He chuckled and crouched down in front of Zhao.

The long crow-like hair then scattered to the ground, flowing like brocade.

He reached out and took Ah Zhao's hand and pressed it against the wound.

His hands were cold, and he didn't even have a warm heart, and his tone was full of sarcastic malice:

"Ah Zhao, this is three hundred years ago, the ancestor of your Blanche family, personally left."

He stared at the girl in front of him to see how she would react.

Fluster? Astound? Or is it a weak heart?

Yet neither.

The blue eyes looked up at him, full of distress: "You were in pain at that time, right?" ”

The demon king was stunned.

The girl had already lowered her head and kissed it.

The soft touch brushed from the wound, like a feather, and like a spring breeze in Slanka.

Slanka is Oliver's hometown. Because Oliver, who was seriously injured at that time, was turned into a dead town by the Holy See's legions in the name of "purification".

Every year in the cold winter, this wound would ache faintly, reminding him of some hatred and pain that should not be forgotten.

It's not time yet, but the demon king feels that because of the little girl's kiss, this scar hurts faintly again.

Only this time, it's not the same as before.

It's not the feeling that the cold wind is raging, and the whole chest cavity is cold and dead.

It is like a young bud breaking through the shackles on the barren soil, and the tip of the bud emerges.

Although it hurts, you can feel the vividness of the blood flow.