Lanmuir is beautiful, and Dusk certainly knows it.

There is no need to shy away from anything, Hehua is the most common use of slaves. When the news came that the Demon King had captured the Terran Holy Monarch and brought him back to the abyss, many of the Demon Clans were happy to talk about it, imagining what the beautiful Human King would look like when he was conquered by their king.

In their subconscious, this has already happened. It should have been on the first night of Ranmuir's arrival in the Abyss, and perhaps not until night...... Maybe even, before Lanmuir came to the abyss.

They will say that the king of men knelt before their king, and served this fierce alien with all his might; And the Demon King is in the midst of strong blood and energy, and in order to get Lanmuir, he does not hesitate to withdraw his troops from the human empire. After that, he locked this peerless stunner in his palace and enjoyed it day and night......

Many years later, when he was in the midst of a distant expedition to a distant tribe, he slipped out of the marching tent one evening by his dear slave to "sympathize with the people", only to hear similar rumors from the local people.

The dignified Demon King was shocked and devastated.

"You? Exhausted? Serve me?? ”

His eyes darkened, and he pointed at Ranmuir: "Make it clear, who serves whom!" ”

“…… I thought my king would care more about his infamy for being extravagant. ”

"Ranmuir," Sen Sen sneered on his face, and his heart was filled with grief and indignation, "Haven't I carried enough infamy for you in my life!?" So far......"

I'm used to it, I don't care for a long time!

In fact, the first merger of the Demon King and the Holy Monarch occurred on that snowy winter night at the beginning of the second year, and it came from a whim of the faint light.

And Lanmuir's performance -

It's hard to put into words.

This is normal, Lan Muir has been abstinent since he was a child, although he is a royal family, if he really wants to accept a queen to continue the bloodline, the temple will probably turn a blind eye. But perhaps because of his too devout faith, Ranmuir has stayed away from love since he was a teenager, and not only did he not accept the queen, but also arranged the position of the prince to his younger brother early.

His attitude is very resolute, and he is completely like "I want to serve the Mother of Light for the rest of my life". Lao Shengjun and Lao Jun persuaded him a few rounds, and several ministers persuaded him a few more rounds, but they found that they couldn't persuade him, so they had to follow him.

So that night, after reacting to the faint intentions, Ranmuir's whole person was wrong.

He didn't put on a posture of "I'd rather die than obey", and even tried to cooperate at one point.

But no, where is the concept that has been carved into the blood so easy to subvert?

As soon as the robe slipped off, the bare body began to resist fiercely. He closed his eyes, shivered, sweated, stiff, gasped for breath, and curled up tightly in a ball on the bed.

With a scolding, the slave struggled to restrain his instincts, trembling and trying to open his body. But when the demon king moved slightly, the man collapsed and curled up again, like a mussel shell that could not be opened.

Faint said angrily: "Lanmuir! ”

The demon king gritted his teeth and said word by word: "You are so unwilling?" ”

In the darkness, Lan Muir did not dare to open his eyes, thin bones bloomed from his neck, biting his lip and crying, as if he was going to die. But what he said was, I do.

Faint took a deep breath and got up to leave.

Lanmuir tugged at his belt, gritted his teeth, and said, "My king! What you say, I always have to be useful. ”

The Demon King turned his head, his eyes glowing with cheetah-like aggression in the darkness.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his scaly tail shook silently in half a circle.

“…… It's your choice. He said in a low voice.

Finally, the Demon King leaned over again. The scaly claws cut through the darkness and pressed down on Lanmuir's knee—

Lanmuir suddenly whimpered, and raised his arm to cover his face in collapse, and the mussel shell closed again.

Dusk: "............. ”

Your Majesty, are you fooling me?

Dusk was not prepared to come hard. In the general perception of the demons, Hehua represents indulgence, which should be a happy thing. Dusk Yao is also the king of the royal court, and he longs for the beautiful demons who have merged with him to line up twice around the royal court, and he doesn't need or disdain to use coercion at all.

To put it bluntly, forcing an uncooperative guy to merge, the demon king is still wronged by himself.

But Lanmuir's appearance made him ready to fly, and he didn't send it, and he didn't send it.

In the end, he was worn out of patience, and he scolded faintly, and directly pressed Lanmuir's hands on the head of the bed, and barely completed the synthesis.

Experience...... Well......

It's a little better than "it's very bad, and it directly gives the demon king a bad psychological shadow".

The good taste of "a little bit" still comes from the pleasure of bullying the enemy and crying, rather than the matter of Hehua itself.

This is also normal, the Holy Monarch is a clam shell, and there is no hope at all. And Dusk Yao also had to think about Ranmuir's body bones that had just recovered from a serious illness, and he couldn't enjoy it at all.

After barely doing it once, Lanmuir simply fainted, and his face was extremely bad, and he almost broke out.

Yes, he admits that Lanmuel is beautiful, more beautiful than any demon in the abyss!

But if you can't eat the roast duck that still flutters in your mouth, no matter how fragrant it is, what's the point?

The Demon King is a pragmatist. For a long time, until Lanmuir adapted to his rhythm, Dummy felt humiliated that merging with Lanmuir was completely his own unilateral sacrifice and dedication.

Then the question is, what makes the Demon King want to endure humiliation so much and persevere?

- It can only be said that the hundred million little pleasures of bullying the enemy and crying do have the allure to make the demon king eat the marrow.

……

The first year of torture, especially the nearly two months in the slave barn, nearly wiped out Ranmuir's life, and the foundation was ruined. After seeing it, the witch doctor said that it would probably be difficult for him to live long.

It's a pity that the Demon King doesn't have the ability to predict the future. He didn't know how far he would be anxious about this sentence just two or three years later; And in the seventh year, he had to suffer the fateful and tragic blow.

At that time, the dim light was just annoying.

The food is tasteless, and it is a pity to abandon it, and I feel that I have offered an ancestor.

But...... But I still feel that it is a pity to abandon it.

And Ranmuir's mentality is as open-minded as ever. Obviously, he cried so badly when he was in Hehua, but the next day he relieved himself, and he still smiled gently at the Demon King.

He still has a strong curiosity and desire to learn everything in the abyss, and if he encounters anything he doesn't understand, he has to ask.

In the blink of an eye, it was the depths of winter. The high priest Tada discharged a hundred bone chips to sacrifice to the heavens, calculated the days when the fire veins slept the deepest and the wind and snow blew the coldest, and Duyao prepared the sacrifice of the Extreme Cold Festival according to the old customs.

He stepped out of the palace every snowy morning and sealed the key of Lanmuir's bones with his breath. And at night, when the Demon King came back from the cold wind outside, and held the bone key in his hand again, he could always see Lanmuir standing by the window, trying to look out.

…… Like a quiet ornament, I thought to myself with a blank face.

"My king."

Ranmuir turned his head, his face glowing with agility: "When you were away, the slave heard the singing, it was ......"

"It's a sacrificial song."

Dusk's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, but his face was rarely peaceful. His messy hair was covered with frost and snow, and from a distance, it looked like it had turned gray like Ranmuir, "Tomorrow is the Extreme Cold Festival, and the demons pay tribute to their compatriots and ancestors who died in each cold winter on this day. ”

"You're going to sing?"

"It's not me who sings, it's the priest's job."

Lanmuir was stunned: "Don't you sing?" ”

Nonsense, the leader naturally doesn't have to sing in person, and I don't know what this guy is thinking, probably because he regrets that he can't pester himself to teach him to sing the song of the demons.

Faint didn't bother to think about it, he casually untied the large coat from his shoulder, which was sewn from a white animal skin, and a string of bone shards on each side of the shoulder shawl, which was worn with thick rope, and the wind blew with a crisp crashing sound.

He swept Lan Muir's face with a big coat that was still stained with ice and snow, and sure enough, the latter froze to the point of a spirit.

"The fur is frozen," said Ranmuir, grabbing the corner of his coat suddenly, frowning, and telling him earnestly, "you should wear more." ”

Dim couldn't help but laugh in surprise.

Ridiculous, he was bullying his enemies, and the enemies were trying to care about him.

He had known that Ranmuir was somewhat ridiculous, but to this extent, whether it was sincerity or disguise, it had reached the point of excess.

"On the day of the sacrifice, the 'cold' should not drink or eat, and should not wear thick clothes."

Faint squatted down, cupped Lanmuir's face with both hands, and smiled, "Your words are a blasphemy against the Extreme Cold Sacrifice. Ranmuir, it seems that you still can't learn to be a slave. ”

"I'm in a good mood today, don't punish you. The next time you start talking nonsense, I'll tell you to swallow the red-hot flint. ”

“…… Sorry, I didn't know that. ”

"If you don't know, learn to shut up."

It's a pity that Ranmuir won't shut up.

In the evening of the same day, the attendant brought dinner and stepped back. Without raising his head, he beckoned, and Ranmuir came up and knelt at his feet.

There is no way, the delicate stomach of human beings can't restrain too coarse food, and the slave officials are all rude guys, and they can't serve so delicately.

Faint Yao simply ordered the back kitchen to increase the amount of his meal by half, and then he personally picked out what Lanmuir could barely eat and fed it to the humans.

Halfway through supper, Ranmuir suddenly said, "Can my king restrain me in another place?" I stayed in the palace day and night and couldn't know anything. ”

…… As long as this person doesn't talk nonsense, he is a beautiful and well-behaved ornament. But whenever he speaks, he always has the ability to make him angry.

The roots of his teeth were a little itchy, and he pushed the food in front of him to the side, revealing the hollowed-out copper tray underneath.

At the bottom of the copper tray are piles of flint stones that have been burned red. The winter in the abyss is so cold that it is difficult to finish a meal hot without flint to warm it.

"Open your mouth." Said faintly.

Lanmuir looked up at him suddenly, looking a little startled.

"Don't say I didn't alert you." Dusk Yao picked up the spoon from which he had just drunk the soup, stirred it in the crackling flint, scooped one out, "Close your eyes and open your mouth." ”

“……”

"Lanmuir, you are a slave, and do not forget what you have exchanged for the peace of your land and your people. Obey orders and open your mouth. ”

Lanmuir pursed his lips in silence, and really closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

Twilight tossed the flint into the copper, and quickly scooped a spoonful of broth into his mouth.

"Ahem......!?"

Ranmuir was caught off guard, the broth was hot, he was choked and coughed violently, and he covered his mouth in astonishment and opened his eyes.

The Demon King threw the spoon and laughed, pointing at him happily: "It's a deception." ”

The winter wind was still blowing outside the palace.

After a while, Ranmuir smiled slowly, and he said softly, "My king is indeed in a good mood today. ”

Dizzy is noncommittal. His gaze paused for a moment on Ranmuir's eyebrows, and then deliberately looked away at the whistling snow grains outside the window.

This winter, he had a human slave.

The Demon King thought quietly.

This is a big deal, he is not the only demon king who has broken the seal, but he is definitely the first demon king to raise humans in the palace and successfully do so. Of course, this is not a merit, but I am very proud and ......

Lanmuir: "So, are you really not singing tomorrow?" Don't you know how to sing, or don't you want to sing? ”

Dim: ". ”

I'm so annoyed, I should really swallow a flint for him!

……

The next day, in the wee hours of the morning.

When the first trumpet sounded, the demon king left the dormitory.

According to the practice of every year, Duyao braided his long hair into thick braids, cleaned his body with snow, tied a bone bell on his left and right ankles, and then personally held the skull of his ancestors. Shirtless, braving the cold wind like a knife, he walked on foot from the royal court to the direction of the snow-capped mountain.

The high priest Tada, with both hands rattling a bell and wearing only a cloth robe, sang the sacrificial song in an old and hoarse voice.

Behind him were eighteen young priests, who also sang loudly.

They want to go all the way to the Frost Horn Snow Mountain, and return the next day. Except for a thousand royal court guards who were far away, there were no other demons to follow.

During this time, the priests were allowed to drink hot water, eat dry food, and take turns resting, but the "cold ones" who held the bones in their hands had to refrain from eating or drinking. Such a severe test is absolutely unbearable.

"The king doesn't always have to preside over the memorial himself."

At that time, Tianpo had not yet been named the young king, but only the chief of the guard under the demon king. The little girl with golden eyes looked gloomy, and muttered, "I have never heard of a tribal leader who has to suffer from the cold himself every winter, except for my king. Leave it to the old man Tada to toss. ”

As she spoke, she looked meaningfully at Moduo next to her. This bad demon general followed the demon king from the end of the way, maybe he is willing to persuade him?

Modo saw through the girl's careful thoughts, and snorted lazily: "Oh, don't look at me, with my king's temper, if I intervene, he will only tell me to swallow the flint alive." ”

The two witches rode on their horns, and followed from a distance with their guards.

Suddenly, the faint light who was walking ahead turned his head sideways in the wind and snow, and looked thoughtfully in the direction of the palace.

Tianpo and Modo couldn't help but look at it.

A white-robed figure stood quietly at the palace window, as if glancing at their Wang Yaoyao.

"Hmph, that human saint monarch......" Tianpo frowned and whispered, "My king seems to like him very much. ”

"It's just a human pig." Modo curled his lips sarcastically.

"That's a human who can go head-to-head with my king," Tianpo snorted coldly, "I have a feeling that that guy is dangerous, and he will never be so docile as he appears." My king actually put people around him like this, and the hidden danger is too great. ”

Hidden dangers, who says it's not? Modo thought to himself, but maybe for Wang, this was a thrilling game.

There is no fun in the abyss, and only fighting, killing and conquering can inspire excitement.

Mordo looked up at the king. It took a long time for the dim light to retract his gaze, and his gaze fell back on the mottled snow in front of him.

I don't know what I thought, the demon king's gaze was a little vain, but the corners of his lips curved, and he smiled as if he were nothing.

Suddenly, the sound of a loud and melodious chant echoed across the snowfield.

Tianpo couldn't believe her eyes and ears, and she blurted out, "Why is the king ......!?" ”

Mordo was equally shocked: "I have never heard of a king singing a sacrificial song!" ”

Not only can I sing, but I can also sing those quaint tones so exquisitely!

Not to mention them, even the old priest Tada and the ten young priests behind him were all stunned, and almost sang the wrong tune.

The Demon King ignored it, chanted a sacrificial song to himself, and walked forward in the snow.

In the flute-like wind, the Demon King's voice overshadowed Tada and the young priests, and reverberated with anger. It seems that it will be transmitted to the top of the Frosthorn Snow Mountain, and then to the top of the Enchantment Cliff, until the place where the illusory moon is.

Tianpo and Moduo couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Tianpo lowered his moist eyes and said to himself: "Extreme Cold Festival, every winter in the abyss of Gasuo, every compatriot and ancestor who died of hatred in hunger and cold. ”

"Now, at least in my king's court, there will finally be no more people who will die of starvation."