"What are you hiding? Really a gift. Still smiling, he stooped down to pick up the dagger, unconcernedly exposing all the flaws around him in front of Ranmuir, "Is that frightening?"

Ranmuir pursed his lips, stared at the faint for a few seconds, and spoke.

"…… Have you doubted me to the point where you want to point a knife at my heart to test whether I will resist?" He actually pulled the corner of his lips and said coolly: "Why didn't my king just stab me and try it?"

Dim Yao was stunned for a moment, and didn't come back to his senses.

Lanmuir: This is ...... Angry?

He was actually angry!

Dusk couldn't believe it. It's not for nothing that Lanmuir has been angry over the years, but either because he was angry at how many demons he had killed indiscriminately, or because he scolded him for taking risks on the battlefield and almost putting himself in it.

He still thought that this Miko-sama was born to be raised without the slightest selfish desires, and tonight he was angry because of a fairly well-founded suspicion?

The numb chest of the Demon King, which was already painful, was suddenly stirred up with a fire mixed with resentment and grievances.

He thought to himself, what are you angry about, I don't want face and life on my side, I stuffed the dagger into your hand, and lost completely, why are you angry!?

That rhetorical question just now seemed to be the sharpest thing Lanmuir could say.

He stood there staring at the faint light, his thin shoulders trembling, and gradually even his breathing became heavy and difficult, and he opened his lips several times and said nothing.

Finally Ranmuir shook his head and whispered, "I played that song for you for the first time in my third year, and it turns out that every time since, my king has been waiting for my 'incriminating evidence'.

As he spoke, he took two deep breaths, rarely became a little excited, and reached out to draw the bronze scimitar to the waist of the faint: "Now that I finally have the evidence, how can the dagger be enough?" Why don't I ...... king?"

That's what caused the trouble.

The effects of the Bone Chip Illusion had not yet dissipated, and the left corner seemed to provoke a sharp pain in the bones. In the midst of the lightning, the Demon King's pupils shrank suddenly, and his thinking couldn't keep up with the instinct of his body at all, and the scale tail behind him was just pumped over!

Syllable!

Lanmuir didn't expect Faint to make a move. With his long wrist-thick tail like an iron bar, he fell to the ground with that force, and a sharp pain and dizziness surged up from the depths of his body.

It was all dark in front of him, and he couldn't shout, curled up on the ground and shivered.

/> waited for the faint to react, and his heart was half cold.

The first thought was: it's over.

When he came back to his senses, Lanmuir had fallen under the window, and small things such as bone ornaments that had been shaken off fell around him and shattered to the ground. In the faint light of the cliff moon, the loosely wrinkled white robe, the long silver-gray hair, and the fragments of bones all showed the same color. It was as if it was Ranmuir who had been smashed.

Dusk almost stopped breathing, subconsciously snatched two steps over there, and stood still.

He said in a ruthless tone, "Get up."

Although it was a mistake just now, the dim cognition was not so lucid. That's the instinct of defense, not the strength of the attack, and it's impossible to get people hurt multiple times.

What's more, because of Lanmuir's constitution and his penchant for walking barefoot, even the floor of this palace has long been covered with woolen blankets. Why does it hurt like this? Aren't you just waiting to hug yourself?

Lanmuir moved, and sure enough, he slowly got up. His face hung down, and a few glass stones slipped from his hair.

Faint breathed a sigh of relief, and frantically swept the debris around the human with his tail, only to feel that the night was out of control and disgusting to him. He half-knelt down, picking up the sharp shards from Ranmuir's hair and robe. After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, don't be angry, I'll listen to your explanation."

Lanmuir did not speak, and the Demon King, who had never disdained to justify, was silent for a moment, and then stumbled again: "You don't think I really want to kill you?...... Don't be stupid, it's not a matter of what I'm going to do to you. "

Still no response. Dusk Yao frowned, reached out and lifted Lanmuir's face, and was shocked the moment he touched his skin. The human's cheeks were as cold as ice.

"…… Lanmuir!?" Dummy's face changed suddenly, and he nervously touched Lanmuir's neck and palms, which were all wet and cold. "What's the matter with you, are you uncomfortable? Ranmuir!? You speak, don't scare me, say something-"

Lanmuir moved, struggling to prop up his upper body, as if trying to sit up straight. However, in the next moment, he suddenly fell on the shoulder of the demon king like a broken marionette, and the whole person softened!

"Ranmuir !!"

Faint almost stopped beating his heart, he took Lanmuir into his arms, held the thin back of his neck, and his voice trembled: "What...... What's going on!?"

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"…… My king," he said with difficulty, "Ranmuel has been with you for seven years. Are you pretending to be tempted, or are you really trying to kill...... I can tell ......."

"No, no, don't think about it." Completely panicked, he ripped off the quilt from the bed, wrapped Lanmuir tightly in his arms, and shouted outside: "Sulfur!!"

The witch attendant hurried in, and almost screamed when she saw the mess inside.

Faint couldn't explain, and shouted in a gloomy voice: "Tell Duogu to get over, right away! Then move all the flint stoves in the palace, as many as you want!

Soon there was a noisy uproar outside. Dusk swept Ranmuir tighter into his arms, and the six gods lifted his robe to see where the scales had just been drawn.

The upper arm was already swollen, and the pain should have been painful, but it was obviously only a traumatic injury, and the bone was not broken. How could it be......

But Ranmuir suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the faint wrist, and he grasped it very hard, and said in a trembling voice, "My king...... I'm sorry. "

There is no sign of anger just now. There was only sadness and confusion on his face, "I forgot again, the things of the world...... I...... I didn't ...... Ahem, there is no evidence...... There is no evidence, and my king really shouldn't listen to my explanation......"

Lan Muir said sorry twice, and the corners of his lips silently overflowed with a line of blood.

As if he didn't notice it, he laughed sadly, and his expression was unexpectedly gentle: "But don't be sad about my king...... I won't live long, at most ...... Wait another three months......"

"What nonsense are you talking about......... What nonsense!!"

Faint was numb, as if he had been stabbed in the chest, and his liver and gallbladder were split. He roared angrily, "Ranmuir, are you sick and confused, and dare to say anything!"

"When I'm dead, there's proof...... Ranmuir's eyes widened a little bit, and he said dreamily, "Don't kill me...... Let me stay with my king for three more months. "

"Shut up!" Dusk almost crushed her back teeth, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I-"

He had no master, and he couldn't think of any threat for a while, so he opened his mouth and said, "I'll go to the Barrier Cliff tomorrow and burn all the flowers you planted!"

I don't know if I really feel sorry for the innocent wildflower, Lan Muir finally stopped talking. He pressed into his arms, closed his eyes, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

At this moment, the Demon King regretted it to death. He thought to himself why he had listened to Tianpo and went to Tada for divination, if he didn't take any chances, he would return to the palace early tonight and be by Lanmuir's side.

Then there will be no quarrels, and there will be no undetectable physical discomfort of Ranmuir.. …

Originally...... If he didn't know anything, or pretended not to know, then he and Lanmuir would at least be able to get along well until the snow fell in the winter.

Dusk lowered her head deeply, touched Lanmuir's cold cheek, and whispered, "Alright, alright...... I'm not right tonight. Don't be afraid, you won't die, even if I die, you won't die. "

When the old witch doctor Dogu arrived with a few witch medicine disciples, Lan Muir was completely unconscious.

The palace was warmed by several flint stoves, and the demon king was covered in blood and hugged a quilt, and his face was more ugly than the patient wrapped in the quilt.

Duogu was so frightened that his legs went weak on the spot: "My king!"

"Don't talk nonsense, save people first!"

The old witch doctor nodded frantically. Dusk covered Lanmuir's head and neck with her hands, and little by little put the cold human on the big bed.

Dogu instructed his apprentices to dip their brushes in a special potion, draw life charms on Ranmuir's hands and feet, and stroke Ranmuir's with a babbling mind

Heart, send the Demon Breath in to investigate the situation.

Dimmy stood by and watched for a while, her brain seemed to be rusty, and even her emotions were numb. He heard a murmuring voice. Looking out the window, I saw that it was raining, and it seemed to be getting heavier and heavier in the blink of an eye.

"Weakening of the lungs due to miasma erosion." Dolgu wiped his sweat and looked up from the side of the bed, Oh, it's raining, alas, no wonder......

There is not much rain in the abyss, but as soon as it rains, the miasma will be mixed with the raindrops and fall to the ground, which is very damp and uncomfortable, and Lanmuir will get sick every rainy season.

This year's rainy season has long passed, and there will be such a torrential rain before the start of winter.

Dusk: "Look at his right arm again. It's hurt just now, and you have to move lightly. ”

Duogu had actually seen it faintly just now, and when he took a closer look at his robe, he "hissed" and gasped lightly. It's not that the injury is serious, but it's clearly a sign of scaly tails. The king actually quarreled with the adults.....

Duogu had mixed feelings in his heart, he glanced at the demon king in horror, and thought: Did the adults tell the king about that incident? Dusk stared gloomily at the rain curtain and did not speak.

So it's because of the weather, it's just the weather...... He listened to the sound of the rain,

Keep saying it to yourself in your heart. It was an unusually rainy day that made Ranmuir sick, and he would get better when it cleared.

As for what three months, what does not live long......

The Demon King gritted his teeth, paranoid that it was Lanmuir who was talking nonsense. When the slave wakes up, see if he doesn't give him a hard lesson.

But if you think about it, it's not that Faint can't understand that Lan Muir would have this kind of thought, and this person is really terrible when he is seriously ill.

Speaking of which, it was also the third year. There is no cold winter, but it has caught up with the heavy rainy season that is rare in a century, and it rains in the abyss all month and month, and even the demons are miserable.

Lanmuir fell straight down, sick with alternating high and low fevers, huddled under the covers and shivering from morning till night. Gradually, the time spent in a coma becomes longer than the time spent awake.

Even so, when he was conscious, he pleaded with him, saying that he was so sick that he could not leave everything to the king's own hands.

Let the Sulphur Squire come back, she's very neat.

By then, Twilight had already sent Sulphur home because of the unhappiness of the following year. It is absolutely impossible for someone else to take back his fate if he asks for a favor, but Lan Muir is so sick that he can't even drink the soft glutinous gruel when he is in the worst case, and he vomits blood in one mouthful.

At that time, even Duogu once felt that there was no play, and the old witch doctor said that this can only depend on the will of heaven, if the rain stops and the miasma rises, there may be a way to live.

Dusk brought the sulphur sand. The day the waitress returned, her face was soaked, and she didn't know if it was rain or tears.

Lanmuir smiled weakly, coughing, and picked up a rabbit ornament from the bedside that he had made of bone shells and gave it to her. Later, when Sulfur Sand was brought home to take a closer look, he found that the rabbit's red eyes were not ordinary stone beads, but a ruby.

Two days later, lightning and thunder roared, and torrential rain hit the vegetation.

Lanmuir had not eaten anything for nearly four days, his eyes were closed, and his lips were as dry as lime. In the evening, Dogu came to see him, and when he went out, he shook his head.

Dim Shine stayed up all night holding Ranmuir without saying a word. By the time it was almost early in the morning, the rain had finally lightened. Ranmuir fell into his arms in a daze, and said angrily, "Rain...... wait

The rain has stopped, and I want to go and see Yayue......

Faint immediately said, "Okay."

As if he hadn't expected to get permission so easily, Ranmuir looked up sluggishly and reconfirmed: "Go to the cliff of the enchantment... Is it okay too?

Dusk: When the rain stops, I'll take you there.

br/> didn't expect that the rain would really gradually weaken within the limits of that day.

Lanmuir is like a withering but vigorous plant. When the harsh climate is over, as long as you carefully feed a little water and sprinkle some nutrients, you can tremble and stretch out the leaves and try to come back to life.

Dusk Yao carefully raised him for half a month, and by the time the rainy season had completely passed, Lanmuir had the energy to pester him and ask him to fulfill his promise.

That promise was actually badly promised.

The cliff moon is the barrier of Gassel.

For the demons, it was a dead door that shut them out of the sun, but because the crack of the door was not completely welded, it became the only way to survive.

For a long time, the purest demonic breath of the Demon King's bloodline has been a glimmer of hope for breaking the Gassel barrier. When the corner of Dusk was broken, the entire abyss thought that he could no longer have the power to tear the enchantment, but seven years later, the enchantment was still torn apart.

So, what about the Terrans?

The barrier was a door for them to block demons and miasma, but the door wasn't completely welded. Over the years, the Terrans have also tried in every possible way to strengthen the barrier and seal the demons underground forever.

Bringing the former human saint to the cliff of the enchantment, in case Lanmuir harbors evil intentions, the consequences are unimaginable.

Faint didn't dare to publicize it, so one night he led a horse, slipped out of Ranmuir like a thief, and made an agreement with the humans: "Only once."

Lanmuir: "I understand."

Faint pointed to the forbidden lock around the human neck: "Don't run around when the time comes, or you'll feel good."

Back then, the Barrier Cliff was still very barren, and a few clusters of ugly dead trees grew here and there in the crevices of the rocks, struggling to stretch their bodies to the sky.

It was a lucky day, with a gentle breeze and a gentle fire. The demon king tied the reins of the wildebeest to a tree trunk and carried the human slave up the cliff with one hand.

There was still undried rain in several large potholes, reflecting the figures of the two like mirrors.

In order to prevent humans from being burned to ashes by the earth fire that could come up at any time, after climbing the cliff, Dusk allowed Lanmuir to sit in his arms.

Then, it was here that Lanmuir played the harp for him, but did not tell him what the song was about.

At that time, Dumyao just thought that this person was too serious, like a child, and said angrily and funny: "Anyway, you are talking nonsense, I don't know.

Lanmuir pursed his lips: "How can I lie to you?"

They conduct on the issue of deception

When there was no point in arguing, the huge enchantment array was expanding above the heads of the demon king and the slaves. Okay, don't you want to come and see Yayue? Take a good look, this is the little thing you stare at every day in the palace window. Lanmuir looked up at the harp for a moment, his thin cheeks still pale with sickness.

He asked, "If it weren't for this barrier, the sunlight would have been shining all the way to the deepest part of the abyss, right?"

"Yes, the sun will shine in, and the miasma will run out. Running out together, there are also evil bloodthirsty demons, who want to capture and devour all your people......

You want to lie to me again, demons don't eat people.

"Who says you won't eat it? We were so hungry that we ate all the flesh of our people. In contrast, your meat is much more tender and delicious than mine.

"So, Ranmuir turned around, if you had enough bread, fish, vegetables, and fruit, and you weren't hungry, you wouldn't have eaten me, would you?

Dizzy's fingers twitched slightly, and he just wanted to say: I won't eat you even if I'm hungry.

But he didn't look at Lan Muir's gaze coldly—those eyes were clear and full of thirst, not at all like the first recovery from a serious illness: "The demons won't eat people, right? Don't even eat the meat of your own family?

It was those eyes, and what was behind them, that made the dim heart throb for a moment.

…… Ranmuir. The Demon King's original relaxed and lazy posture changed little by little. His eyes became cold, like a beast that had stepped out of the vast mountains, slowly revealing an attacking posture.

"I ask you, do you actually know ......"

Dizzy suddenly chuckled, a little pretending to be a relaxed sarcasm, but what really burned in his eyes was a strong hatred.

A mighty wind came from the distant horizon, blowing the dead wood on the cliff, and the bone ornament on the demon king's chest rattled, and his voice became cold:

- Two hundred years ago, why were the demons sealed at the bottom of the abyss?

Lanmuir's long silver-gray hair was also blown up, and he brushed his hair back with one hand, his serene demeanor was in stark contrast to that of the Demon King. "Yes." His eyelashes drooped and his voice was low, "I do know."