Faint immediately jumped up.

Lanmuir's body leaned weakly, and he was about to fall out of bed. Faint snatched him up and pressed him in his arms, turned his head and yelled outside: "Tell Dogu to get back!!"

The sulphur squire stood not far away, waiting to be summoned to serve, and was also frightened and cried out. Then he turned around and ran out, and almost knocked over a steaming flint stove halfway through, and plunged headlong into the drizzle.

Ranmuir gasped slightly, and whispered, "I ........."

"Don't talk...... Don't talk. "

Dummy's face was pale, and her hands were shaking. How so, how so......... There was still talking and laughing at the last moment, and I was still coquettish with him just now, how could I suddenly not even drink the medicine?

He didn't dare to think about it at all, so he could only say in a hoarse voice: "I was in too much of a hurry. Don't be afraid, you can rest first, and let the witch doctor feed you medicine later......"

Lanmuir nodded obediently, and raised his hand with difficulty. Dim Yao subconsciously wanted to hold it, but a hard object was stuffed into his palm.

The honey gold dagger was returned to the hands of the Demon King.

Soon, Duogu rushed back in the rain, panicked, and seemed to be taken aback. He first took out the emergency pill and let Lan Muir eat it, and then quickly changed the prescription and asked the attendant to re-eleven the medicine.

The old witch doctor sneezed and wiped his sweat, his face full of anxiety: "If you still can't drink it this time, it will be really bad......

From beginning to end, Dusk Yao stood by the bedside, not saying a word. The sky was darker, and his silent figure looked like a ghost who had died unjustly on a rainy day.

Lanmuir refused to accept mana. It was a matter of life and death, and the slave's reason for refusing was so simple and absurd: he suspected that the demon king was doubting him.

Dusk gripped the dagger in her hand, clenching it tighter and tighter until her sharp nails pierced her palm. In fact, at first, his suspicion of Lanmuir was indeed only on guard.

In the third year, the Holy Lord's grace spilled into the abyss, and under unimaginable pressure, Dusk became the only door between Lanmuir and the demons.

During that time, the Demon King even felt that he had become an "enchantment array".

In front of and behind were monstrous waves crashing into him, wave after wave. And he must always be hard, always cold, always right

Village.

With him there, it would be impossible for humans to set up conspiracies and tricks that would really harm the demons. With him there, the demons would not pounce on him and tear his slaves apart.

But then the years passed, and as the twilight delegated more and more power to Ranmuir

The bigger it comes, the bigger the wave of implied risk.

Faint had to suspect his slaves more and more often.

So the demon king became a suspicious and paranoistic madman, and did many ridiculous and humiliating things.

What deliberately pretended to be drunk and dropped the saber out, pretending to inadvertently lose the bone ornament on his chest...... Then spy on the slave's reaction. In fact, in retrospect, not only did I not dare to believe Ranmuir, but perhaps more often I couldn't believe myself.

The slave made a mistake, and the king of the slave came to teach him a lesson. But if the demon king's heart begins to deviate and makes mistakes together, there will be a hell from which there will be no return.

Therefore, when he begins to be uncontrollably eccentric, he also has a weak heart. How can there be such a relationship in the world? The more trust, the more suspicion; The more you love, the more you can't forget your hatred.

Thankfully, Ranmuir understood him. The hardness of the part of the king that began to waver, and the coldness of the part that the king began to soften, were made up by the slaves. He sheathed the blade that had fallen out, went to pick up the bone key that had fallen under the cliff, refused all inappropriate rewards, and endured all slanderous words.

He responded to every temptation and threat, and made silent comfort with his actions: It's okay, it's okay, you see, I'm still obedient today, and I will be obedient tomorrow.

There was even a time when Ranmuir was so forced that he even took the initiative to hide in the slave shed to avoid suspicion.

Sure enough, the illness was there. Dusk came to see him with a candle in the middle of the night, grinding his teeth, and said viciously, "You'd better not pretend to be sick to make me soft-hearted."

In fact, the demon king came overnight when he heard the news, of course he wanted to take the slaves back.

As a result, because of this sentence, Lan Muir refused to live or die. When he came in and took him by force, he broke the bowl, put the piece of porcelain against his throat, and begged the king to go back on his knees...... Faint Yao had no choice but to leave the witch doctor to treat him, and he left in a huff.

In the end, Ranmuir really dragged on until the matter that needed to be avoided was resolved, and he was willing to return to the palace.

After that time, the faint light subsided a lot, but Lanmuir became more on thin ice.

In this way, they swept away the weeds along the way, and trekked step by step from time to time. But in the seventh year, the slave was going to die. Following the old custom, the slave said gently: My king does not have to worry, I will die obediently this time.

My death will bring to a close to seven years full of entanglements and contradictions, as evidence that I have always been innocent and open-minded and have a clear conscience.

"My king."

It was Ranmuir who was calling him. The palace was very quiet, and the Dogu and the sulphur sand had retreated at some point, and only Ranmuir was sitting

On the bed, he looked at him with a worried face.

Lanmuir: "You......... They all bled out. "

Faint looked down, his right hand was already pinched and bloody. For a while, the sourness welled up in his throat and was swallowed back, and he replied hoarsely: "Who is to blame?"

"Don't do this, my king doesn't need to feel sorry for me." Lanmuir shook his head, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are common sense in the world, and I have no regrets about being able to get to this day, but I am satisfied enough.

Faint walked over. He stood condescendingly in front of Ranmuir, his eyes oozing with a dim light, like a devil about to choose a man to devour.

"Am I so used to forget that you are a slave, Ranmuir?"

Dusk suddenly slammed the honey dagger on the small table at the head of the bed. The freshly cooked medicinal soup jumped, and a few drops splashed out. "Who cares if you have regrets." "Who cares if you're satisfied?"

He suppressed his voice and said, "Back then, no one knew anything, pestering me to teach everything...... Ranmuir, vii

years, I finally raised you to be a little more pleasing to the eye, and you actually want to die if you say you die?

Sure enough, this is a more "effective" way to communicate. Lanmuir's face wavered, and he whispered guiltily, "I'm sorry."

Faint Yao immediately leaned up and kissed him, and whispered, "That's right. Obedient, this time it is not a test of you, it is an order, you have to get better, it is your obligation to satisfy me.

The abyss has settled, and the affairs of the demons no longer need you to be busy, and you are just like the beginning, just like you were at the beginning, just like you were a slave for night synthesis.

After your mana is restored, I will put the forbidden lock on you again and match the bone key. In the future, you will stay in the official palace and let me go out and hang around, do you know?

Lanmuir lowered his eyes: but......

He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the quilt away with both hands and untied his robe again.

The human body is snow-white and thin, very good-looking, but there are patches of lilac scales on the waist, lower abdomen, chest and other places, and the color is strange and intense, which has occupied one-third of the body surface.

Dusk's first reaction was that he was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he hurriedly grabbed the quilt and shouted: "What are you doing!"

Lanmuir turned again, exposing the back of his neck to his back.

He said, "Behold, my king, there are so many scales on my body. ”

Dim Yao was stunned suddenly. He was putting the quilt over the human, not paying attention

The fingertips touched the cool scales.

Ranmuel draped his robe back over his shoulders and thrust his right hand into his dim palm: "Look at my nails again, they are hardened." In a trance, he shook Lanmuir's hand.

He stared down at the hand in his palm. It is true that human nails were not what they are when they first entered the abyss, they should be softer and more pink.

But now, Lanmuir's nails are noticeably hard. It's just that because he often prunes the garden, instead of leaving sharp claws like the demons, he can't see it.

The foreboding suddenly weighed down and he was out of breath, as if he had fallen into the depths of the lightless sea. He heard Ranmuir say wistfully, "It's a pity that the horns and scales don't grow."

Faint Flare Throat Kicks, and an ominous chill runs up his spine. He suddenly didn't want to hear what Lanmuir was going to say, and he opened his mouth but lost his voice.

Lanmuir smiled inadvertently, letting the two nails collide lightly, making a crisp sound.

It's been seven years, and my bones and bloodlines have become accustomed to this land, how can I still accept the magic power of pure light?" I'm half-human and half-demon at best, and my body has been soaked in the purest demonic breath for so long, maybe there are more demon parts. ”

My king, I am no longer the Son of Light of seven years ago. Mana can't prolong my life anymore, forcing it into my body, it will only make me die faster.

Finally, Lanmuir raised his violet-like eyes, and his voice was ethereal like a spring breeze blowing beyond the abyss. He said: "In these three months, you can use me more, so that I can compensate a little." The Demon King's pupils dilated silently.

He moved his lips, but he didn't make a sound. The world is spinning in front of me. With a sharp tinnitus, the lightless deep sea engulfed him.

Tick.

Tick tock.

Raindrops fall from the hair in front of you.

The Demon King looked up slowly. In front of me is a reckless wilderness after the rain, and the black clouds are being torn apart by the wind, revealing a pale sky. He was dazed and thought: where is this, why am I here? I don't remember, I don't remember anything.

Dim Yao knelt on this strange field in a daze, I don't know how long it had been raining, soaked from head to toe, dripping with cold water.

It was as if he had fallen into a vague nightmare.

This feeling had been felt once before, fourteen years ago, when he sat in a pool of his own blood and looked up to see the golden feather arrow disappear on the other side of the mountain.

Suddenly a spirit suddenly got up in a panic - by the way, what happened to Ranmuir

!? He couldn't even remember whether Lan Muir drank the bowl of medicine at the end, or spit it out again.

When trying to stand up, there was almost no sensation in the knee. The demon king only felt a splitting headache, he closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, damn it, how long has he been kneeling.....

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a horse.

Dim turned around and found that his beloved horse was not far away, chewing on the shriveled weeds on the ground with his head down.

There is a mount, which means that he should have come all the way to the horse, but where is this place? It's not even a place under the rule of the royal court, and there are no traces of the demon race in all directions.

It doesn't matter anymore. In any case, he must go back immediately. Back to the royal court, back to Lanmuel.......

Fortunately, there are still traces of the wildebeest running on the ground. The demon king staggered over step by step, and with great difficulty mounted his horse, looking for the direction he came,

Just as the horse was raising its hooves, Dim Yao suddenly felt a slight tug in his heart, and he turned his head to look at the distant wilderness again. In the midst of the lightning and fire, the red pupils contracted suddenly, and there was a tremble. He understood why he was kneeling here before.

It's just an ordinary wilderness.

Seven years ago, the army of demons triumphed from the world. The warriors of the various tribes parted ways at the foot of the Barrier Cliff, and the royal army led by the faint light rested on a wilderness.

In the middle of the night, the demon warriors lit a waiting fire, set up camp, and dragged the blonde captive to the king. Here, the Demon King accepted the submission of the Holy Monarch.

Here, he stabbed the honey-gold dagger into Ranmuir's heart. Strip yourself of your mana, infuse it with demonic breath, and inflict vicious curses and mockery of pleasure.

Here, he completed the revenge he never forged, and also took away Ranmuir's life seven years later.

Dim suddenly wanted to laugh miserably. But he didn't laugh, he couldn't even cry.

Now, he couldn't even feel the pain in his chest. Therefore, he could only raise his face, and in the whistling wind, Mu Ran looked at the eternal dark sky, thinking-

yes, so seven years later, of course he deserves to kneel here.