After the cold winter passes, the leaders of various tribes will rush to the royal court to meet the demon king.

Since ancient times, blood has been shed at every royal court visit.

It was a secret contest, not only between kings and chieftains, but also between chieftains. The three powerful tribes are waiting for an opportunity, while the small and scattered tribes need to find a good camp for themselves...... In short, it's a big headache.

While preparing, Dusk Yao tirelessly whispered in Lanmuir's ear every night not to mess around by the window for nearly a month.

"You have to realize that you are too beautiful," the Demon King never hesitated to praise for this, "If those foreign leaders see it, I don't know what will cause me to happen." ”

Ranmuir immediately nodded slightly, showing a very well-behaved appearance.

Satisfied, Twilight threw a few bundles of rope and a handful of bone fragments at him the next day, and asked him to play to pass the time.

There are not so many treasures in the abyss in the world, and the demons are more equipped with bone ornaments.

Brightly colored stones are ground into beads and topped with animal bones, shellfish, and even the bones of ancestors. Tie these together in a knot and hang them on your chest or tie them in your braids.

Ranmuir, who had never made such a thing himself, held the bone fragments in his hand and asked, "Will the king allow the slaves to go to the craftsmen first?" ”

Dusk: "None of this. ”

Lanmuir: "Slaves really don't. ”

As a result, that day, Dim Yao stayed in the palace and taught him to weave bone ornaments for an afternoon.

For some time afterward, the Demon King could always see his slaves doing their crafts in earnest.

Lanmuir would braid his long silver-gray hair like a demon, and sit on his knees barefoot on the ground, and his simple linen clothes could not hide his brilliance.

Sometimes he was accidentally scratched by sharp bone fragments, and he frowned and took his fingers into his mouth, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the wound to stop the bleeding. After a while, carefully confirm that there is no more bleeding, and pick up a new bead again.

…… Cute, the demon king quietly peeked and thought to himself.

He peeked at it for about half an hour, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: how could he think the enemy was cute every day?

Lanmuir fiddled with it for a long time, and there was a knot that could not be tied at all. He hesitated, lowered his head and grabbed one side with difficulty with his lips, and replaced it with his hands.

Faint decided not to dwell on it. Cute is cute, which is irrefutable like being beautiful. His hatred of Ranmuir does not prevent him from admitting that this man is lovely.

Lanmuir learns quickly, and his aesthetics are many times higher than that of the vulgar demons, and by the time the leaders of the various tribes appear in the royal court one after another, they can already make very beautiful ornaments.

He presented one of the most beautiful bone breastbracelets to the Demon King, and said with a smile, "You can hang the bone key in the middle." ”

Dim Yao frowned, thinking to himself that this slave was really cunning. If he made the bone key into a chest chain and wore it, wouldn't he have to take the bone key out every day? That would be the equivalent of taking Ranmuir out every day......

This guy pretends to be well-behaved, but he really wants to go out!

- The Demon King doesn't seem to realize that Ranmuir never said that he wanted him to wear this bone ornament every day.

……

The next day, Lanmuir was taken to the royal court for a grand ceremony.

When the Demon King stepped into the solemn stone hall with his human slaves, the countless leaders and guards below couldn't help but show surprise when they saw Lan Muir.

"Oh my God, the king of the faint slights."

The leader Zhenzan was the first to exclaim, "Your human slave is so beautiful......"

Faint Flare laughed: "Of course! ”

- He was so happy in his heart that he didn't even feel so satisfied when he established his own royal court. It takes a lot of effort to maintain your majesty and not to wag your tail triumphantly in front of the leaders.

The customs of the demon tribes vary greatly, with some leaders painting their scales in a variety of colors, others tying tinkling bone bells to their tails, and others with bird feathers stuck in their horns...... But without exception, they are all big demons with strong physiques, majestic horns, and sinister spirits.

The high priest Tada beat the drum and shouted, "Distant chief, come to the king of the royal court!" ”

The leaders roared in unison, and half-knelt down, slitting their foreheads and smearing the blood on the scales.

"My King!!"

Their voices were like thunder, "My king!" ”

In Lanmuir's view, the rituals of the demons are all full of wildness and savagery.

The young priest served the hot wine, and the demon king drank it with the leaders, and then began to divide the food:

The attendants offered the heart of the Witch Bone Tiger, the liver of the dead wolf, and the lungs of the wildebeest—which are said to symbolize bravery, wisdom, and perseverance, respectively—and the Demon King himself selected three or five tribal leaders to give them the honor of sharing food with the king.

Standing behind the Demon King's Beast Bone Throne, Lanmuel stared at the bloody organs, and felt numb all over.

He couldn't help but whisper, "...... Is it eaten raw? ”

Faint Yao just grabbed a blood-dripping tiger heart, turned around when he heard the words, and squinted: "Take a bite?" ”

Lanmuir's face turned pale and he shook his head quickly.

Faint smiled, he reached out and casually wiped his blood-stained thumb on the human lip, leaving a soul-stirring red: "It's so delicate." ”

For the next ten days, Lanmuir's mind was in a mess because he had received too many new things.

For example, he didn't know how to wrestle one-on-one a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, the two tribes hugged each other and fought endlessly, and there was a group of demons watching the excitement next to him cheering excitedly;

I don't understand why the demons would merge in the wild without saying a word, and the bonfire illuminated the two entangled slippery figures, and the unbridled cries spread far and wide.

This kind of extremely barbaric killing and fighting. It stimulated Ranmuir's nerves. Another problem also followed: he couldn't eat raw meat with hair and blood, and he couldn't drink the spirits of the demons, but he didn't eat anything else during the audience.

Thankfully, Dusk Flare was able to take care of him, and in between dealing with the leaders, he could remember to get him some cooked food, goat's milk, and coarse bread.

"What do you think, is it still comfortable to stay in the palace?"

At night, the demons gradually dispersed. Twilight sat by the crackling campfire with Lanmuir in her arms.

“…… Will adapt. Lanmuir shook his head, his face tired, but calm, "The slave is already in the abyss. One day, this will be the place I hate and love. ”

Faint stopped talking.

He gazed deeply into the side of the human face by the firelight, and the purple scales under the corner of Lanmuir's eyes shimmered in the firelight, bright as teardrops.

"Remember to be there for me at all times." The Demon King whispered, "Don't run around, don't make trouble...... Endure it for a few more days, and it's over. ”

……

At that time, Lanmuir didn't understand what he meant by "causing trouble" in Duyao's mouth.

It wasn't until four days later that the demons began hand-to-hand combat with the aim of boasting of their strength.

When Faint Flare walked up to the gladiatorial arena and began to fight with another big demon with a tiger's back, Lan Muir suddenly felt ...... There are demon scales and claws touching him with malicious intentions.

He looked back with a frown, and saw a leader with a wicked smile on his face, his eyes like a thirsty viper.

The demons of the alien tribes not far away also smiled and pointed with a lively expression.

"What a beautiful human pig."

Those demons whispered: "My king is too unkind, no matter what he said back then, he didn't let us bring human slaves into the abyss, but he raised such a charming little guy......"

Lanmuir could hardly believe what was going on with him. The leader's claws went down his back, pinched his waist, and then slid down between his legs.

His face turned cold, and he subconsciously wanted to get up, but he was pressed back by the demons with brute force.

"You'd better keep quiet, Mean Pig." The leader smirked and said, "It would be interesting if our beloved Broken Horn Demon King was distracted by his slaves and died in the gladiatorial arena." ”

“……”

Lanmuir stared at the leader's dagger at his waist.

What I remembered in my heart was the sentence "don't cause trouble" emphasized by the dim yao.

He lowered his eyes in silence and thought: How can you cause trouble?

If the demon king's slave is forcibly captured by the leader and merged, is it a bad thing?

Or would it be worse if the king's slave drew his sword and stabbed the leader who came to meet him?

The Demon King's subordinates were not far away, but they were indifferent to the commotion here. In the abyss, is it normal for slaves to be treated like this?

He promised that he would "adapt" to Twilight, and is it now also in the category of "adaptation"?

Ranmuir's heart was suddenly at a loss. His knowledge of the abyss, of the royal court, of the faint light...... That's not all. He didn't know what to do.

But the Great Demon didn't have time to do anything to him.

The speed at which the battle ended in Faint was obviously beyond their expectations, and when they saw the Demon King walking towards this side, the evildoer and a few laughing demons next to him quickly dispersed.

Only Lanmuir sat stiffly in place, his silver hair disheveled, and his eyes confused as he looked at the figure that had stopped in front of him.

"...... Wang," he whispered.

Dim Yao pulled Lan Muir's arm and pulled the person up, looking around: "Who just touched him?" ”

There was a chill around.

The demon king asked his slaves, "Why don't you call me?" ”

Lanmuir thought for a moment, and felt that if he told the truth that he was worried about affecting him, he would be awkward with his dim temper. So he whispered, "I'm adapting." ”

Lan Muir couldn't perceive the power behind this sentence, and after he said it, he found that the face of the demon king instantly turned gloomy, and red silk faintly climbed into his eyes.

Faint Yao gritted his teeth and breathed heavily: "You ......"

The Demon King's heart was bitten by a pain that he had never felt before.

He didn't know why, did he think that his mussel shell should not be rudely pried open, or did he feel that his once noble and holy feud should not be subservient to such an insult?

It doesn't matter what it is.

Dusk Adam's apple rolled and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?" ”

Lanmuir looked at the leader.

The Great Demon's expression was a little embarrassed, but it didn't take it as a big deal, and he smiled wryly: "Oh, don't blame me, my king, your slave doesn't know the rules very well, he- yes, he twisted his ass to tempt me!" ”

He whistled around, "yes, you all saw it. ”

The demons laughed and nodded their heads again and again.

As Dusk walked over to the leader, the latter was still shrugging, "My king will not be too harsh on your blood brother for the sake of a human slave......"

Before the words fell, the Demon King's scale claws stabbed through the guy's neck with a "poof".

Lanmuir gasped and was covered in blood. Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen of the leader's personal guards let out a scream like a mourner, and they all drew their swords and killed them.

It's all messed up now. The faint light pushed him back, and met him without blinking. The guards on the Demon King's side watched the fight start and joined the battle, and soon the corpses were all over the ground.

At the end of the battle, the leader was still breathing, and was crawling on the ground clutching his blood-spurting neck. Faint walked up again, trampled the unfortunate bastard to the ground, and slowly tore off his limbs and scales and tails alive before he was freed.

…… Ranmuir had never seen such a bloody and abrupt killing, his face was so pale, he almost didn't vomit.

The demons of those foreign tribes were all frightened and did not dare to move.

In the midst of countless frightened eyes, the bloodied Demon King walked in front of the human.

"Lanmuir, that's what you're going to get used to."

Dim smeared the blood from his palms on his sweaty face, neck, and arms with hatred, as if he wanted to wash away something unclean.

"It's me," Dim Flare stared at him paranoidly, "not the scum. It's me. ”

……

That night, Lanmuir began to persuade from the ignition of the bonfire, and continued to persuade until the bonfire was extinguished, so that the demon king finally dispelled the idea of beheading the subordinates who had watched the play at the beginning.

Later, Dusk took the human into a pool of water to bathe, and washed it three times before he could smell blood.

Lanmuir also raised his arm to smell himself, and said thoughtfully: "The demons seem to have a little smell of blood, and you also have it." ”

Faint: "You're not a demon. ”

Lanmuir was helpless: "...... And what blood wilt thou put on me? ”

Dim did not squeak, took a towel and dried Ranmuir's long hair, and heard the slave ask worriedly, "What do you want to do next?" ”

The leader of a tribe and his retinue all died in the royal court, just for a human slave - Lanmuir reasoned that this must be a big problem.

But Twilight apparently didn't think so, and he even thought that Lanmuir was asking what to do with the corpse, so he replied, "You can burn the bones and hang them in my treasury." ”

“……”

Lanmuir had no difficulty answering, so he had to shut his mouth and count the drops of water that fell from his forehead. They are round and shiny, looking like black pearls through the night.

Suddenly, Dusk came over and sniffed behind his ear again, and said, "Okay, you still have to be clean." ”

It's weird. Many years later, whether it was a disgusting indecency or an overly glaring killing, Lanmuir could not remember.

But he still remembered this night in the bath, where Dusk wiped his hair from behind.

When the seventeenth drop of crystal water fell from his eyes, the blood-covered demon king said earnestly behind his ear that he would be clean.