The demon patriarch princess was so angry by this changeable opponent that she turned around and waited for her to speak.

"It's not that I'm stingy, Cohen. Kaida is my pistachio!" The eyes of the princess of the god clan twinked slyly: "When will you give it back to me!"

"We don't rarely see humans like this, you can take it back if you want. The demon princess replied angrily: "When he arrives on Hell Island, I will dissolve the magic and let him go." ”

A trace of emotion crossed the face of the princess of the god clan, and she asked in a low voice: "So, the demon clan has the magic to remove the demonization?"

The demon patriarch princess knew that she had said the wrong thing, and she was dumbfounded for a while. This involves a past incident, and the princess of the Divine Patriarch has always been haunted by it.

"It was after that incident that ......"

"Needless to say, you don't need to disarm this demonic magic!" "The princess of the Divine Patriarch looked cold: "Cohen." If Kaida does go to your Hell Island, it will be part of his fate!"

After saying these cruel words, the princess of the Divine Patriarch took her sister's hand and turned to leave.

The Demon Patriarch Princess had complicated eyes, looked up at the starry sky above her head, and let out a long sigh...... The rushing river churned with white waves, following the terrain, all the way to the land of the Demon Alliance.

As the river entered the Trafa Empire, the roaring waters gradually quieted down, like a supple and amorous woman, winding around the plains, winding briskly out of softly lined bays.

The water surface is wide and calm, clearly reflecting the green trees, and the forests on both sides of the river are full of life with beasts and birds.

It was a normal morning.

A house isolated on the edge of the trees on the riverbank opened its door, and out stepped a young woman with a tired face. Probably in his twenties. She's not pretty. It can even be said that she is a woman with a mediocre face. But she used a jar of water outside the door to wash intently, caressing her cheeks lovingly.

Then, with a yawn, she took out a basin full of clothes, rubbing her dry eyes lightly, as she walked to the river.

The path under her feet was bumpy, and she had to pull up her long skirt along the way, carefully avoiding the dirty water on the ground. The body turned around, which made her waist look a little exaggerated, but looking at it from the back direction, it was still enough to confuse most men.

Stepping on the half-submerged boulder, taking out the clothes to wash, the monotonous sound of pounding clothes echoed on the shore.

While she was busy with the business at hand, she looked up and looked around, looking a little absent-minded.

A long dress floated out with the waves of the water, caught out of the corner of the young woman's eye, and she hurriedly reached out and grabbed it. But the hem of the long skirt stubbornly fell under the water.

"Why is it so heavy?" The woman frowned: "It's over, it's over, I don't know what I'm hanging on again this time." ”

This thing is heavy. Even the young woman was dragged off the boulder, ran several steps down the bank, and almost fell into the river. But this long dress was very important to her, and she would not let go of it until she died.

Finally, the long skirt was not so heavy, and she gradually pulled it up.

But it was not only the long skirt that exposed the muddy yellow water, but also a column of water gushing, wrapped in a faint black shadow in the middle.

The young woman, with her big frightened eyes, sat on the sand on the shore, her lips trembling and not making a sound.

The water fell, and the dark shadow revealed the truth, a person, or a demon in human form.

The long strands of hair were scattered on the face, and only half of the eyes were exposed in the gaps, which were not at all like what humans could have, and they could scrape people's skin painfully when they shot straight through.

He held a long sword in his right hand, dragged the long skirt upside down in his left hand, and walked towards the young woman step by step. The young woman curled up in a ball, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, she didn't know what was going to happen, and she couldn't run away from it.

The dress was tossed to the ground, her left hand grabbed her neckline, and the sword was raised.

"Don't ...... Kill me. The woman closed her eyes, and finally a pleading voice came out of her mouth: "Please......"

After a "poof", the woman felt a few bits of warm liquid splash on her face. He hurriedly opened his eyes, only to see that the person who had grabbed her collar had fallen diagonally, and there was a shocking bloodstain on his mouth, sand, and his dress.

The first thought that crossed her mind was to run. But now her feet were limp, and she didn't have any strength...... Shouting for help? It's sparsely populated, and the nearest town is ten miles away.

She covered her mouth tightly, tears of horror streaming from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the body with a panicked gaze.

Although it was a tattered garment, there was a fine embroidery on it, she had seen this style of clothing, this was the military uniform of an officer of the Demon Alliance, and ordinary officers could not wear this kind of fabric.

There is also a long sword in his hand, a dagger stuck in his boot, this qiē thing indicates that this is an officer...... In the battle between gods and demons some time ago, the river often brought the corpses of the soldiers in front.

The general identity of the other party was recognized, which eased the fear in the young woman's heart a lot.

After thinking about it for a long time, she still reached out and gently brushed away the wet hair stuck to his face, acting very cautiously, for fear of alarming him. A pale, heroic face appeared in front of him...... His eyes were closed, his lips were black, and his body was hot and shivering.

"Hurt...... It's scary......" she exclaimed, glancing over the white, tumbling wounds on his body that had been soaked white by the river. It should be reported that there is a mayor in the town ten miles away, and he should be allowed to deal with it, and he can be rewarded with a few copper plates, right?

"Wounded officer...... The man ......" the young woman hugged her knees and started to start.

An hour later, the unconscious "officer" was dragged back to the hut by a young woman on a shelf tied to a wooden stick, and there were several intermittent trails on the path.

The banks of the river have regained their calm.

The young woman was busy cleaning the wounds of the "officer", changing his clothes, and hiding his weapon. Then he went out with a package and walked towards the town ten miles away. She's about to start her day's work, and it's no surprise that everyone on this continent has to work.

Gradually, the road was populated, and the young woman had reached the edge of the town. I can't help but find a place to rest. She went straight to a crumbling pharmacy.

"What? are you sick again?" the pharmacy owner looked up at her. Weakly threw a packet of medicine: "Whose account is it credited to?"

"No, it's not this medicine. The young woman bowed her head. Looked a little panicked: "I want some...... Wound medicine. ”

The pharmacy owner rolled his eyelids, and a lewd smile hung on his face: "Hurt medicine, my little baby, where did you hurt?"

"Please, please give me some, I'll pay. ”

The boss took the money, put a few packets of wound medicine in the woman's hand, and touched the woman's chest by the way. And the woman went out with a few chuckles from the owner of the drugstore, bowed her head, and walked to the other end of the street with her baggage.

Along. When she saw any man or woman, even a child running, she would bow and avoid it, and she would not dare to face it.

And there was a child who stoned her, crying out in his mouth: "Prostitute...... Dirty whore!"

She laughs, she bows her head, she walks faster, rushing into her place of work.

She was a prostitute, a prostitute of incomparably low status and even personality. Therefore, she cannot live in the town, and it is her duty to salute people. Being treated roughly by guests is even more of a blessing.

After a while, she was brutally stripped naked and pressed under her. A smile on his face. Man after man straddled her, farmer, hunter, and townspeople, laughing and laughing loudly and without restraint. They even put several women who were similar to her together, and asked them to pose at the same time, and then judge them unscrupulously...... She was smiling, they were all smiling.

Men are synonymous with wealth and power.

How powerful a general is depends on how many armed men he has, how great a monarch is because of how many men he commands, and even when a family is measured, everyone will think of how many men there are in the family.

Women have to depend on men to survive, and she is the lowest category of women.

She understood all these truths, and she had seen those starving to death on the side of the road, those who tried to resist, and she had long understood this. Isn't it just a prostitute? She can even do it well...... Everyone is like this, no one can struggle out of their own destiny, follow the river of fate, and be content with the status quo!

After this time, dragging her tired body and holding the money of the day's harvest in her hands, she returned to her home.

The unconscious "officer" was still unconscious, and she carefully applied the wound medicine to the officer, but to her chagrin found that there were too many wounds and too little medicine. The officer's underwear pocket was filled with a large pile of silver bottles full of various powders, but he didn't know what it was for.

The next day, she poured out all the powder from the silver bottle, smashed it with a stone, and used it to buy more medicine for her wounds, as well as a healing magic scroll from the wanderer, which she managed to stabilize the officer's injuries.

He no longer had a fever, his breathing had stabilized, and he was able to drink water – much to her delight.

On the fourth day, he opened his eyes, a pair of lilac, innocent eyes of the same color as his hair, but staring straight at the roof.

The scars on his body gradually closed, but the skin also took on a strange lilac color, as if it was born.

She thought that he should not be human, he might belong to some mysterious race, and maybe he would have something to do with the noble Demon Palace, so she was even more convinced that her choice was not wrong, and even a little complacent.

But what happened next was not so smooth.

The officer seemed to have been so struck that he did not speak for two whole days, and did not even roll his eyes. On the third day, the officer went mad, saying something she didn't understand, and his hands were scratching in the air, and after he showed the terrible look that he had seen that day, she grabbed a stick in a panic and "tried" to calm him down.

When he woke up again, the officer's eyes were bright again, but after a short time he went crazy again, and he was knocked unconscious again...... Repeatedly, until one day, he was beaten to the point of pain.

"It hurts...... the officer sat up, hugged his head in dissatisfaction and shouted, "Sister, why did you hit me? Did I do something wrong?"

She held up the stick, opened her mouth in surprise, and did not answer for a long time. She had guessed many times in her heart how this officer would look when he was sober, but she never imagined that it would be such an innocent expression and such an innocent voice.

She wants to justify, she wants to explain, she wants to ask questions. But he was incoherent. Just don't say anything more. Go get food for the officers to eat. But when she returned to the bed, she found the officer cowered into the corner of the room, burying his head deeply.

"Come over and eat. ”

The officer looked up wordlessly, and she saw the confusion on his face and the pain in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

The officer shook his head slowly, still with those clear and clear lilac eyes, but the pain in his eyes was even more intense, making people unbearable.

Did he lose his friend in battle? Was it because he was injured by defeat? She seemed to understand his feelings, but she didn't. She crouched down. Asked softly, but could not get an answer. Eventually, the officer's eyes drifted and regrouped onto the roof.

The officer was so strange, but she had to work tomorrow, she sighed and rested.

※※※ The next day, the officer continued his strange behavior, he refused to eat, and he insisted on giving something.

She persuades, she coaxes, she threatens. But it was useless, and in the end I couldn't cry or laugh. The officer could only be asked to move the pyre on the left outside the door to the right...... After that, he ate deliciously.

Less than an hour after the meal, the officer was once again depressed, and hid himself in the shadows of the corner of the house, unable to scream. "O Dark Lord!" she prayed to the heavens, "What kind of officer did I save!?"

Every day, the officer's affection would be depressed three to five times, after which he would come out to sweep the floor, wash the clothes, and even clean up the room, exchanging "hard" labor for the day's food.

Even though she didn't need it, the pyre outside the door still changed direction every day......

When the love is low, the officer clenches his fists, his eyes are straight, very stubborn, and very silent. Sometimes she squatted under the table, sometimes behind the door, and the most peculiar of all, when she came home, found him in the water tank.

But at all times, the officer refused to say his name, much to her annoyance—the idea of earning a few more silver coins seemed to be unrealized.

"If you don't name me again, I'll sell you!" she crossed her waist and shouted, "Even if it's just a copper plate, I'll sell you!"

As a result, when she woke up the next day, there was a pile of firewood piled up at the door, worth far more than a copper plate.

There was no other way for her to do it than to throw in the towel.

"There's too much firewood to sell. She turned around and shouted to the officer who was pretending to be asleep: "You better stay honest!"

So when I came home in the evening, there were several small beasts at the door.

She thinks that life is much more interesting with such a person as a companion.

Half a month passed, but the officer still refused to say her name, so she threatened to sell him and sell two copper plates. Immediately, the size of the hunted beast grew. She could only look at the prey and smile bitterly...... As a prostitute, she had to sell her flesh and sell her prey to hard labor.

But at least, two people had meat to eat.

But as soon as he ate meat, in addition to being naïve and low, the officer had another mental state - rage. At any time of the day, ranging from three to five times, the officer would rush into the forest with a roar to vent his feelings.

She had followed to see, where the officers had passed, the trees were crooked, and the corpses of the great beasts that had not had time to hide were all lying on the ground without exception. The officer himself stood in a destroyed wood, dazed and helpless.

She laughed, and then went home with the officer who had finished his rage.

At night, she often could not sleep, and looking at the officer in the other bed, she thought about a lot.

Such a strong man, if he recovered, he would thank himself well! But when she thought that he might recover, she felt a little lost in her heart. She understood that any officer, after regaining his senses, also regained his haughty attitude, could not be grateful to herself, nor could she stay with her again......

It was as nice as it was now, they could sit down and eat together, look at each other face to face, and she could look at the face of the heroic officer, glaring at him, or even ignoring it. They can talk, she can twist his ears and yell at him...... And the officer, who sometimes looked at her with bewildered eyes, and at most buried his head in his eyes and did not look at her......

Every day, there would be a lot of men lying on her body, and then dropping a few copper plates, and leaving without looking back. She has never known what it feels like to be owned, not what it feels like to have it.

But now, she had, a healthy man, a heroic man, a man who would call her "sister" from time to time. With him by his side, sometimes naïve, sometimes stubborn, life is really no longer as boring as before. She never knew that it felt so good to have it.

She was grateful to the Dark Lord for giving her such a gift.

If possible, she hoped that the officer would never be restored, and that she would feel comfortable just looking at him.

Another night, she made up her mind to keep him.

But a woman who can be regarded as almost nothing, there are not many means to keep a man, and she has no more options.

When she came to his bed, she exposed herself, she knew that she was not beautiful, her figure was not good, and her body still had the scars left by others, but she still wanted to try.

Looking at the man lying on her side on the bed, she felt a fever on her face. After so many years of laughing and tears, forcing a happy face, all the joys, sorrows and sorrows of normal people have almost become a luxury for her.

For the first time, she tasted what it was like to blush for a man. A little sweetness, a little shyness, a little timidity, and a little anticipation.

It was as if a gentle flame had been lit in my heart, and my soul was as joyful as a deer, dancing like a feather. His trembling hands were lightly covered in front of his chest, as if to protect a pure and immaculate treasure. She wanted to run away immediately, but she was held back by the invisible chains, and she bit her lip, and finally lay down beside him tremblingly.

I wanted to wake him up, but found that he was not asleep, and there was still that heartbreaking look in his eyes, that kind of remorse and sadness intertwined.

"Why don't you cry?" she stroked his face gently.

"Crying?" his eyes trembled slightly, "I can't cry." ”

After seeing too many beast-like eyes overflowing with primitive desire, and too many disdainful eyes, her heart was deeply shocked by the officer's eyes at this moment, and her hands involuntarily hugged him, without a trace of sensuality and selfishness.

She couldn't read his eyes but pain, and she couldn't enter his world except pity...... But it seems, there are many things that don't need words to explain.

And so they snuggled up to each other until dawn. (To be continued......)