That same night, when the ghost nightingale began to cries in the branches outside the palace window, Lanmuir finished bathing and changing, stepped barefoot on the thick blanket on the floor, and walked to the soft bed on which he had not been lying for nearly four months.

"Lord Lanmuir!"

The sulphur squire bent his arm over the old clothes that Lanmuir had changed on, and quickly caught up with him from behind, exclaiming, "Oh my God, where is your forbidden lock?" ”

"Ah," said Ranmuir, looking back, with a look of laughter and tears, "taken by my king." ”

Sulfur Sha suddenly showed a clear expression.

She was not very surprised, since the king began to hang the bone key on the chest of the adult, the so-called forbidden lock has completely lost its original effect. Now that it has been taken down, it is only a formal change.

Six or seven years have passed, and the female demon who was the companion of the Demon King for a short time is still beautiful, even more agile and charming than back then.

It's about the days getting better, and the life is also in good spirits. Sulfur Sand instructed the attendant to take off the old clothes and wash them, and then wagged his honey-colored tail, twisted his body with a smile and coquettishly said to Lan Muir: "Sulfur Sand, I haven't seen an adult for a long time......

"Lord Chamberlain, respect yourself," Ranmuir patted the sulphur and motioned for her to move away, but his expression was very gentle: "If my king sees you, will you kneel on the ground and cry again?" How many times have you been? ”

Sulphur smiled sweetly and said something like "Adults will always save me".

A man and a demon walked through the drooping bed tent. Sulphur helped him to sit down on the bed, and he sat on his knees, rubbing his feet and curiously asking the humans about the expedition to the north.

Lanmuir also picked out some impressive fragments to tell her. He said that the army had stepped over the mountains of Frost Horn, and the crows were so frightened that there were nearly 10,000 of them; It is said that the wildebeest galloped across the frozen river, and the demon king wrapped him tightly in a big coat from behind, and the white mist was in his ears when he laughed; It is also said that the two armies fought in the northern wilderness, and the demonic breath was so strong that the earth was so hot that it broke through the earth......

“…… The battle situation was chaotic, and Watie's son saw that the situation was not good, so he led the remnants to sneak away from the rear. My king saw it with sharp eyes, and took hundreds of warriors and chased after him. In the evening, when the army withdrew and counted it, and found that the king was missing, it is said that General Modo and General Assain were so frightened that they hurried to report to me......"

Speaking of the thrill, Ranmuir couldn't help but laugh: "Report it to me, what can I do?" It's not the same frightened, but he has to pretend to be calm and calm on his face to appease the two generals...... In fact, the legs are all weak. ”

The Sulphur Squire was also amused, and said, "If you don't believe it, do adults also have times when they panic?" ”

If the Demon King was here, she would never dare to be so unruly, but in front of Lord Lanmuir, she would be spoiled no matter how much trouble she made.

"I'm not worried about anything else," Ranmuir sighed lightly, "but the king's old wounds...... I've been taking medicine for all these years, but there is still no big improvement, it's really terrible. ”

Speaking of this, Sulfur quickly stopped laughing.

"Sulphur Squire." Lan Muir said, "My king is getting used to it, and the young king is young, the two generals are busy with affairs, and the master of Duogu cannot serve all the time...... I couldn't rest assured. If I am not with the king in the future, ask the attendants to keep an eye on me. ”

The sulphur squire was stunned for a moment, vaguely feeling that this was a bit unspeakably strange.

In the past two years, Lord Lanmuir and the king have been inseparable, and their relationship is getting better and better, how could they suddenly think of "not being by the king's side"?

But before she could think about it, there was a noise outside.

A demon guard stepped into the palace, holding the gold plate that the demon king had only used when rewarding the treasure with both hands, and knelt outside the bed tent.

"May you have a good night, Lord Ranmuir. My king, please accept it. ”

The gold plate shines with a layer of soft white satin, which is already one of the rarest fabrics in the abyss.

But when the guards respectfully uncovered it, the silver snow light that came out of it suddenly dimmed everything around it.

"Oh my God......" Sulfur covered his mouth and whispered an exclamation.

A snow silver leaf harp with a whole body as smooth as pearls is lying quietly in the white silk.

"It's ......"

Lanmuir stood up in surprise. He lifted the bed tent and went out, reached for the harp, and his eyes shone softly.

"My king instructed that he still has some business, so he won't come back tonight to accompany your lordship. Please accept the gift and rest early, for my king will return tomorrow night. ”

"I'm tired, is my king still in the main hall?"

"My lord, my king is interrogating the incoming traitors in the dungeon."

Lanmuir looked up at the sky and thought to himself: the interrogation is still being interrogated so late, and Dusk Yao probably won't be able to come back tonight.

However, today's royal court is different from the past, and the demon king was attacked on the way back from the tribe, which is indeed bizarre. It would also be a good thing if the mastermind behind it could be found out as soon as possible.

Lan Muir looked around, and casually took a few jade shells from the bedside as a reward and gave them to the guard, telling him to go back. The latter was grateful, and quickly knelt down and kissed the tip of the human toe in lieu of the ritual of kissing the scaly tail.

As soon as the attendant went out, Sulfur's eyes began to shine uncontrollably.

"Heaven, heaven," she said, "you must be about to be crowned queen, Lord Ranmuir, you must be!" ”

Ranmuir was angry and funny, and subconsciously retorted as usual: "Sulfur, don't talk nonsense, I'm just a slave of my king......"

"But," Sulphur interrupted with a puff, "Your Excellency, you don't wear the lock anymore. ”

Lanmuir froze.

He subconsciously touched his neck and did not speak.

After a long time, he settled down and repeated, "Don't talk nonsense. ”

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Lanmuir, of course, didn't think that Faint Flare would seal himself off.

The marriage of the demon king is too wide-ranging, and the past and interracial history of the two of them have superimposed too much hatred on this relationship.

But the arrival of this harp did make him feel a little confused.

Lanmuir had almost forgotten that he still had a favorite instrument in his possession. Over the years in the abyss, his state of mind seems to have been polished more and more tranquil, and there are few violent ups and downs in his emotions, and it is no wonder that Duyao always worries about the gifts given to him.

He was just strange—since it was such a big surprise, according to the king's temper, it was only reasonable that he should wag his tail and give it to him proudly with his own hands.

Something always felt wrong, Ranmuir thought.

Perhaps because the final hour was approaching, he had been restless lately.

Sulphur went out, but Ranmuir didn't sleep.

He blew out the brass lamp, took two steps in the dark, and sat down alone in a soft chair by the window.

Lanmuir had loved this location for many years, and he had seen the cliff moon on the horizon through this window, and he had seen the back of a skeleton in the wind and snow from here.

Later, Dusk put a soft chair under the window for him, which was built according to the size of the demons, and for Lanmuir, he could use it as a bed by curling up.

So he liked it even more, and he could spend the whole day by the window when he had nothing to do, and even sometimes he would be disgusted by the king like a sculpture.

King......

Lanmuir touched the place on his neck where the forbidden lock should have been on his neck, and wondered: After he is gone, will the faint occasionally think of him?

He is about to say goodbye to the world, and his demon king still has a long way to go.

What will the king think of him in the future?

He vaguely began to have a little tinnitus, and the sound of the attendants walking and talking outside was not clear.

Lanmuir frowned and lifted the corner of his forehead. He stared at the harp in his arms sluggishly, and for a long time tried to pluck the strings, but he accidentally dropped the instrument on the ground.

A dense tingling pain crept up the internal organs, and Ranmuir coughed twice, suddenly feeling a little dizzy.

I wanted to bend down to pick up the harp, but now I don't dare to move it. The pain in his body became worse and worse, and he inhaled carefully while holding the armrest of the soft chair, and cold sweat kept breaking out in his palms.

…… What would the king think of him?

The thought floated up and was pressed again.

Lanmuir closed his eyes, trying to relieve the persistent vertigo.

But when I opened my eyes again, my vision was still dim little by little.

The light of the cliff moon spread as if it were melting in the waves of water.

Consciousness slipped away from his stillly seated body. Lanmuir's eyes grew more and more dizzy, and his heavy eyelids began to struggle to fall until he could not see any color clearly, and the world was spinning.

Gradually, he forgot where it hurt and where he was, and only felt like he was about to shatter.

Lanmuir tried his best to open his eyes, but it was like a bright wind blowing in front of him.

Yayue, the Yayue he had been looking up at for seven years, was cruelly wiping his pupils open with light.

In a trance, he was running, and in front of him was the scenery that quickly retreated to both sides. In my ears was the sound of the wind and my own violent gasps.

The grass cut through the skin, the scales peeled off the body, and tears kept pouring out of the eyes.

He had run wildly in the unknown wilderness, panting and almost crying.

O Divine Mother, if he is given another chance, he will definitely turn back.

On the soft chair, Ranmuir's body slid silently a little.

- He's too quiet. Obviously sick, obviously struggling on the verge of lucidity and fainting, but there was no sound at all.

The attendants came and went through a veil and a few dozen paces away, and none of them noticed his strange appearance. After a few more moments, the squire came to see him, and thought he was asleep in the soft chair, so he carefully carried the man to the bed and closed the tent.

The movement woke Ranmuir from a palpitation. The night covered up his pale face well, and he took two deep breaths silently before he smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, tonight's cliff moon is too gentle, and it has coaxed me to sleep." ”

Sulphur Sha didn't know that this person had just fainted, and said in a soft voice, "Relax, my lord." ”

Ranmuir closed his eyes peacefully.

He wanted to go back to the wilderness he had run in his dreams again, but time wouldn't give him a chance to turn back. Ranmuir had insomnia, and he could only sink into the depths of the dark bed, wrapped in a soft quilt, and let his mind wander between the questions.

What would the king think of him?

When he confessed the rest of his life and the secret that he had hidden for too long.