Dim didn't know how long she had been standing there.

Ranmuir's tunes had long since been played. He went to bed, got under the covers and fell asleep.

When there was no sound in the palace, Dim Yao walked in in a daze, stood by the bed and watched Ranmuir for a while, and began to wander around the palace.

Nervously, he picked up the knick-knacks in front of the window one by one and put them back away, all of which Ranmuir had made by himself over the years. What kind of hedgehog made of snail shells, kittens made of bone fragments and antlers, and statues of demon children polished out of wood, all with stone beads on their eyes...... As cute as this one is.

The dim palms of the hands slowly tightened. He listened to the overwhelming "click" of the snail hedgehog, and then he sensed the pain of ten thousand arrows passing through his heart.

How dare you believe it......

It turns out that for so many years, Lanmuir has played that song to him?

Dim looked up. Remembering that on the cliff of the enchantment, I don't remember how many years it was, Ranmuir had sat in his arms, holding a shoddy harp, smiling with his eyes down, playing and singing. The wind blew the long silver-gray hair, as beautiful as the legendary elves.

When he had finished playing, Ranmuir turned his face and looked at him with eyes as clear as the waters of a lake: Has my king heard this song?

He said at the time: No.

In fact, he's heard it. It's just that I broke in halfway through that year and missed the content of the first ballad, but the follow-up tune is exactly the same.

But when Lanmuir played this song, he never played only the first stanza.

It's such a mistake.

He said at the time: "It's very good, I like it very much."

But what he likes is obviously just humans who play the piano. So it's Lanmuir's fault, obviously choosing the former between the belief in the temple and the demons, but he still plays the piano for him. Lie to him, seduce him, and make him say that he likes the song very much...... This song is so hypocritical, so lofty to insult and curse the demons.

That year, the wind on the enchantment cliff blew the bone ornament on his chest into a dazzling mess, and in the middle was the beast tooth bone key.

The Demon King asked with interest, "What is this tune?" ”

"Confidentiality."

Lanmuir smiled, tilting his head to brush his silver hair on the forbidden lock, his eyebrows and eyes were bent a little, and he was so gentle that he couldn't speak: "Later, when the time comes, maybe I will tell you." ”

"But it may never be, it's not a happy song, I'm afraid you'll get angry when you listen to it."

Smack!!

Dusk looked down sluggishly, and saw the little hedgehog in his palm that was once very fond of Ranmuir shattered into countless fragments, fell from his fingers with a small sound, and fell to the ground.

Over there, Lanmuir on the bed was suddenly awakened. He lifted the quilt suddenly: "My king!?" ”

The demon king stood in the darkness not far away, like a dead creature, and did not respond for a long time.

Lanmuir got up too quickly, and the moment his feet stepped on the ground, he dizzy violently. But he didn't care, and staggered a step to stand firm.

He raised his gaze from the bottom to the top, only to see the pitiful little hedgehog shattered to the ground, and suddenly became even more surprised: "My king? What's wrong with you? ”

Suddenly he said, "I lied to you." ”

He actually laughed: "I don't really have anything to say to you tonight. Lie to you. ”

How ridiculous, why not laugh? What he saw in the prophecy of the bone chip tonight was obviously Lan Muir swinging his knife and slashing at his left corner.

And he was still complacent along the way, fantasizing that Lanmuir would not be willing to let him go, Lanmuir might agree to the queen, so good, so good......

The wind and snow and sword light in the illusion swept in, and in an instant, they passed through his blood-dripping heart cavity.

As if she had been woken up from a big dream by cold water, she wondered from a detached perspective: how could she be so stupid?

Lanmuir didn't know what to do.

After seven years of getting along, of course, he could sense at a glance that the demon king's mood was very wrong, and after thinking about it, he didn't rashly provoke, but first went to light the copper lamp hanging next to the bed.

Soon, the light warmly illuminated an entire bed and the figure of Lanmuir. The silver-gray long-haired young man walked barefoot from the bright light, and worriedly went to pull the demon king's arm: "What the hell is wrong, is something wrong?" For the sake of the ambushers, or ......"

Dusk stretched out his left arm: "Give me a hug and I'll tell you." ”

He had already done so forcefully as he spoke, and Ranmuir was rudely pulled by the collar of his nightgown and slammed into the Demon King's arms.

The human might have been in pain, and snorted very softly. Ignoring it, Dim Flare embraced Ranmuir in his arms, bowing his head and burying the tip of his nose in the long silver-gray hair.

Knock, knock, knock.

The two hearts, tightly knit, beat in different rhythms.

Ranmuir noticed something unusual and suddenly asked, "What do you have in your right hand?" ”

"Gifts." Dusk said.

"And what are you doing now?" Lanmuir asked again.

Dim lowered his eyes, slowly clenched the honey gold dagger in his right hand, and replied in his mouth: "What is your important but not urgent matter?" ”

"The current situation doesn't seem to be suitable for talking about it." Lanmuir paused, and then calmly asked, "My king, are you holding a sharp weapon?" ”

…… As many times before, they embraced each other in the dark abyss of the night.

Only this time, the Demon King's right arm was wrapped around the slave's thin back, and the honey gold dagger in his hand was shining with a cold light like fangs.

"Isn't that sharp?" The Demon King's tone became gloomy at some point, "Usually when you gesture on your neck, pretend not to know who to show it?" ”

So Ranmuir's expression became a little dazed and sad in the dim and unseen.

"Yes...... Am I doing something wrong? ”

"Are you wrong?" Dim sneered hatefully, "No, it's my fault, I should have killed you early." ”

"You said to yourself, what song did you play before going to bed tonight, huh?"

Lanmuir shuddered slightly, his eyes widening.

"You-"

"Lanmuir, I already knew you had ghosts. I might as well tell you that I heard this song from your people seven years ago......"

The demon king didn't want to admit that he was so deceived, and gritted his teeth: "Originally, you didn't go back in front of me, so I pretended not to know, and I didn't turn my face with you so early......"

Lanmuir jerked out of the way, "It's not ......! ”

But the arm that was around him violently exerted force, as if it was going to strangle him alive. Dusk pressed to his ear and murmured, "I'm ...... tonight"

Lanmuir, you won't know. Twilight thought to herself, I actually want to propose to you tonight.

He gritted his teeth and reddened: "...... I'll kill you tonight. ”

"My king." "That song is not what you hear it on earth," said Ranmuir. ”

Dusk only said, "Close your eyes." ”

"You won't even ...... an explanation"

"Close your eyes."

"Obey my commands." ”

The glint in Lanmuir's eyes dimmed, and he closed his mouth and closed his eyelids. Abandon justification and accept all possible fate.

The dim light let go of the person, and suddenly the heart was like a knife. He thought of something from many years ago, of Ranmuir, who had once knelt at his feet.

What a deceitful person, what an obedient person. No matter how many times you come, let him close his eyes and close his eyes, let him open his mouth and open his mouth, knowing that he ......

I know that I am already an eternal enemy.

With his eyes closed, Ranmuir heard the wind first, and he knew it was the sound of the dagger's blade tearing through the air. He didn't hide, not even a single flutter of his eyelashes.

The next moment, the center of the eyebrows was cold, and a hard object was pasted up.

Ranmuir instinctively opened his eyes, and the fire of the brass lamp reflected a blinding light on the metal in front of him.

Dusk was standing two steps away, his face expressionless, his right hand holding the golden dagger.

The dagger was dotted between Lanmuir's forehead. It's light, it's gentle.

Dim stared deeply at the stunned Ranmuir, his wrist slowly lowered, and the golden handle of the dagger slid from the center of the man's pale brow to the bridge of his nose, and then traced the life of the lip, the jaw, and the neck......

Finally, the demon king took the slave's right hand, casually put the honey gold dagger into it, and said solemnly, "Well, the gift. ”

“……”

Lanmuir looked at him in despair.

Dim lowered her head and rubbed her thumb against the scales of Lanmuir's eye.

He laughed again and whispered, "It's a deception." ”

I know that I am already an eternal enemy.

But I still fell in love.

Lanmuir took a step back.

Jingling.

The golden dagger landed.