"Seven years, how long will the king test the slaves?"

On the way back to the royal court, Lanmuir sat in the arms of the demon king and rode a wildebeest as usual, but suddenly sighed, "You know that the slaves have sacrificed everything. ”

Dusk stretched out his paws and rubbed the human silver's hair like a bird: "Die." Not to mention seven years, even if it is another seventy years, I will not be able to let down my guard against you. Over my dead body. ”

Lanmuir pondered: "Well, what if the slave died first?" ”

Dim Yao lowered his face: "Stupid." ”

What is the answer to "stupid"?

Ranmuir looked a little helpless, and unceremoniously pulled the scaly paws that were rubbing his hair down.

The latter was not angry, but pinched the slender knuckles of the human and said in a commanding tone: "Don't say such things again." ”

The eyes of countless demon warriors behind him drifted around. Obviously, they really want to see it, but they don't dare to see it.

Moto flicked her long whip in boredom, and leaned over to bite the ear of the demon general named 'Wind': "Hey, Stone Face, do you think Lord Lanmuir will be crowned queen one day?" ”

Assain rode his wildebeest with a blank face: "Wait until my king can put down his son and open his mouth to propose, drive." ”

Moduo: "Talking nonsense, drive." ”

The triumphant army marched on the scorched earth of the abyss, carrying the spoils of war.

The captives were bound with hemp rope and followed on foot, their emaciated faces full of unease and melancholy.

"My king has won the beauty this time," Lan Muir glanced back, letting the wind blow behind him ruffle the silver hair, "the Watie tribe has fallen, and there will be no hidden danger north of the royal court from now on." ”

"Sooner or later." "If he doesn't rebel, I'll kill him next year at the latest." ”

"Yes, you did say the year before last that you would calm the tile iron before the next cold winter comes." Lanmuir laughed, "My king always does what he says. ”

The dim light did not respond. Although Watie is a great demon bloodline with outstanding talent and occupies a considerable territory in the north, he is brave and short-sighted, and he is not a difficult bone to gnaw.

In fact, the enemies that have really kept the dim in the eyes of the faint over the years can be counted with one hand. And the opponent who can force him to heartburn, gnashing teeth, burnt and haunted by dreams, there is only one, and it is the one who is now sitting in the arms of the demon king.

While Lanmuir was not looking, Dim Flare gently placed his palm on the human hair. The latter looked up puzzledly, "Huh? "Yes.

“…… Lanmuir," the Demon King stared ahead, paused, and said in a low voice, "You know, we've done something big. ”

Lanmuir nodded, he knew.

The Abyss has never had a demon leader accept such a large number of captives from rival tribes, let alone allow defeated clansmen to easily move into their territory.

But this time, Dusk took away all the people of the Watie tribe who were willing to follow him. They will follow the triumphant army south, trekking through rugged mountains and frozen rivers to rebuild their homes under the protection of the Demon King.

"If these demons can settle down as the people of the royal court and survive the next winter......

"At that time," Lanmuir took the dim words and whispered, "My king is the true Lord of the Abyss, and no demon will ever dare to question you again." ”

"That's nice." He bent his eyes, "My king's great cause has been accomplished, and the dawn is beginning to shine on the abyss." I ......"

"How are you?"

"I'm very happy."

- No. Dim Yao frowned, the words that this person had just almost blurted out were definitely not the ones now.

He looked down at the human in his arms, and Ranmuir was lazily leaning on his shoulder, head bowed. Although he was smiling, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes were a little foggy.

I don't know what thoughts flashed through my mind, and he blurted out, "Are you tired?" ”

Lanmuir laughed silently. He hung his eyelashes and breathed shallowly: "A little sleepy." ”

In the past six months, Dim Yao clearly sensed that Lanmuir's body was deteriorating, and he didn't dare to let this person ride with him. At the back of the procession were wagons with heavy baggage. Dusk Yao personally picked a clean one, settled Ranmuir in, and left a few guards to take care of it.

Lanmuir himself didn't care much, he leaned back in the carriage, and still had the heart to poke his head out, and spoke to the people of the Watie tribe walking around, and said a few words of relief in a warm voice.

Faint was already riding a wildebeest to leave, but had to turn back again, forcefully shoved him back into the car, and ordered him: "Sleep." ”

Ranmuir had no choice but to find a corner in the carriage and lay down, and he patted the demon king's arm and said, "The slave just remembered his first year in the abyss. ”

At that moment, the faint heart contracted.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to stop something, but failed, and could only listen to Ranmuir finish:

"That time was also because of the captivity, and the king was still angry with me, wasn't he?"

Lanmuir stretched his brows: "Now that I think about it, I feel like a world ...... away."

……

In the seventh year of the human saint who led the human saint lord into the abyss, the Demon King Dusk had to face the painful fact that he could not bear to bear Ranmuir's mention of their past, the bloody memories of their early years.

Twilight is not willing to accept such an absurd status quo. In order to escape his heart, he has been struggling for a long time and tried all kinds of methods, but to no avail.

Now he is forced to admit: yes, the truth is so ridiculous, he regrets it.

He regretted every hurt he did to Ranmuir back then.

Even if they were just enemies at the time.

When Faint rode back to the front of the group, he knew he couldn't stand the rest of the road.

Because he also began to think about the first year.

At that time, Lanmuir had just arrived in the abyss, and he was already in a state of serious injury, and he was deprived of mana with honey gold, poured into demonic breath, and the effect of the spell was no less cruel than torture.

The miasma invaded his body with impunity, like a flame that burned his internal organs without stopping. Lanmuir almost died of pain, and in the next few days, the whole person was already unconscious, as if he had been burned into an empty shell with only ashes.

The heavy shackles pressed on his hands and feet, and the wounds festered repeatedly, the flesh and blood blurred, and patches of dark red blood blurred on the thin thick clothes.

Not only that, but he was locked behind the Demon King's palace like a livestock, only allowed to sit or crawl, and had to call himself a slave. All the demons who came to meet the Demon King could humiliate him, steal his water, and tear his clothes.

During that time, no demon clan thought that this noble-born human could endure such torture.

They were in high spirits, with cruel and excited thoughts, waiting for when the king of men would die, and how miserable it would be.

But Lanmuir always maintained a submissive forbearance.

He never resisted, never vented, and every day he lay quietly in the corner to endure the pain - most of the time, he had to hold himself in his arms because of the cold.

If he had the strength one day, he would have raised his head and gazed out the window at the dark dome. The light emitted by the barrier is like the moon. Above the illusory moon is his hometown that he can't go back to.

Then, as the days passed, he survived the gap between life and death.

It's not that I'm getting better, it's getting better. Like tenacious weeds taking root in the crevices of the rocks, like every demon in the abyss......

His body began to adjust to the days of breathing in the miasma and surviving in the dark.

The demons were obviously dissatisfied with this, so they intensified their bullying against him.

Late one night, the young demon king came to look at his loot after a long absence.

Ranmuir was unclothed, curled up in a corner and asleep, his brow furrowed, his lips chapped and oozing blood.

Dim Yao looked at him in silence for a long time, and his eyes fell on the food bowl and water basin next to him, which had been broken for an unknown amount of time, and he could probably guess what was happening.

He kicked the slave's chains and woke him up.

Lanmuir opened his out-of-focus eyes and was in a trance for a long time before he came to his senses.

He looked up at the faint with his pale face, smiled hard, and called out to him, "My king." ”

The dim and condescending, scaly face was difficult to distinguish in the darkness: "Do you regret it?" ”

"This is the abyss, the filthy place where the filthy demons live. You shouldn't have come, Lanmuir. ”

"I've come to my senses," said Lanmuir. ”

Faint: "Self-proclaimed." ”

Lanmuir: "...... So the slave does not regret it. ”

"What's more," he coughed under his breath, "this is the deal between my king and his slaves. The demons no longer harm the people of the royal city, and the slaves submit to you, as you say. ”

There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but untied a copper wine bag from his waist and threw it to the ground: "Drink, the milk of the wild sheep." His Majesty probably doesn't like it, but that's all you have now. ”

Ranmuir struggled to crawl over. But the cold and weakness made his fingers tremble all the time, and he couldn't pull the hard stopper.

He tried for a long time to no avail. Dusk Yao stood there and watched, and instead of the pleasure of seeing the enemy's downfall, he felt a strange irritability.

Before Dusk could discern the source of the irritability, the slave stopped.

Ranmuel held up the sac at him, and said, "My king, help me." ”

Dim was stunned.

He frowned unconvinced: "What? ”

Lanmuir was also puzzled: "Didn't you want to give me a drink?" ”

“……”

Dummy Yao was silent for a long time, with a strange expression: "Holy Monarch, your mentality is really good. ”

He bent down and took the leather bag from Lan Muir's hand, and simply sat down cross-legged beside the slave: "Many demons are waiting for the end of the human saint, and most of the abyss is betting on whether you will die first or go crazy first. Some guys have weighed down most of their wealth, and it looks like they're going to lose everything. ”

Lanmuir asked, "Can a slave also bet?" ”

Dusk: "......"

Dim: "Wake up, you even have yourself mine, what do you bet on?" ”

"Perhaps my king will be willing to lend me some money? If I win, you win......"

The green tendons on his forehead jumped, and he gagged his mouth with a skin bag containing goat's milk.

The Demon King's movements were so rough that Ranmuir choked and coughed again. The faint voice echoed through the palace in the middle of the night.

Even so, after he finished drinking, he still sincerely expressed "It's delicious" and "Thank you" to the Demon King.

Another night, Dim saw Lanmuir talking to a demon attendant in the distance. Moments later, the squire slapped Ranmuir, spat at him, and walked away on his toes.

Dwilight stood in the shadows and watched the whole thing, then walked over unhurriedly and asked Ranmuir and the squire what they had said.

"Oh, the sir? He taught me many things. Unexpectedly, Lanmuir laughed, and there were even scars on his cheeks that could not be covered by the night, but the light purple eyes were very clear.

He raised his hand and pointed to the glowing enchantment outside the window: "That mountain cliff is called the enchantment cliff, and the other name of the enchantment in the abyss is the cliff moon; The reason why the earth of the abyss burns is because there are veins of fire deep underground......"

"In addition, there is no currency in circulation in the abyss, and the demons only barter." He laughed, "That's why my king refused to lend me money last time, because you don't have any 'money', right?" ”

Dusk suddenly asked him, "Why are there fire veins underground?" ”

Lanmuir was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said he didn't know, then straightened up again and asked, "Why?" ”

Faint: "You think I know? ”

Lanmuir: "......"

Dim Dawn's mood was bitterly happy: "I just wanted to see if you would say 'because the evil demon clan was punished by the Mother of Light'...... If you say it, I'll kill you. ”

Ranmuir laughed too, and it was clear that this should not be a joke for him.

He smiled beautifully, lovely, and like a son of God who grew up surrounded by light, flowers, and love.

Strangely, Dim thought to herself, Ranmuir didn't seem to be born with the ability to hate, at least on the outside.

He does not hate any Terran, not even those who will take revenge.

He didn't hate any demon clan, even if he was suffering from inhumane devastation at the moment.

Since avenging the revenge of the year, although Dusk Yao did not torture his defeated general more, he never stopped the humiliation of Lanmuir by his people.

So he thought that Ranmuir should at least hate himself as the culprit.

But no. Not only did Ranmuir not hate him, but he often smiled at him more than he smiled at any other demon.

He laughed so beautifully and cutely.

Soon, Dusk got used to coming to see her booty in the dead of night. The abyss smells of blood everywhere, and only this figure is a pool of cool spring water, which is suitable and comfortable for both brain awakening and analgesia.

But this enjoyment, which was still a little unspeakable at the time, came to an end in a way that I never expected.

"My king."

That night, Ranmuir said to him, "The slave has heard that you have just put down a rebellion, and that tomorrow you will have to put all your captives to death. ”