By the time Faint rode back to the royal court, his body was already dry. Except for being a little dirty and a little messy, it was almost impossible to tell that it was crazy in the rain all night.

Along the way, the Demon King encountered several groups of patrolling demon guards, and the guards were all surprised to surround and salute.

Only then did he know that he walked out of the palace in a trance yesterday, and then disappeared and disappeared for almost a day.

It's a shame that he usually runs blindly and has become a habit, and it's not once or twice that he kills his head on the battlefield and throws off the army, and the demons of the royal court are somewhat resistant to this...... Otherwise, it would have been a big mess long ago.

When Dusk returned to his palace, he saw the familiar figure coming out of it.

Lan Muir put on his usual white robe and silver hair, which was usually loose, and simply tied it into the wide braid style that the demons liked, and then coiled it on the back of his head.

He was pale, but he seemed to be in good spirits, wearing the pendant on his chest that had assumed the role of the bone key, and he was still barefoot and walked out like no one Shi Shiran walked out, and smiled and waved his hand to the attendant inside before going out.

Dazzling was dumbfounded, almost wondering if everything before was a nightmare. He blurted out, "Lanmuir! What are you doing out there!?"

Unexpectedly, the human was even more surprised when he saw him, and immediately walked - the obviously weak footsteps seemed to confirm that the previous bad news was not a dream.

Faint Yao took three steps and made two steps, and held him up.

"My king, where have you gone, I can't find it for a whole day!"

Instead, Lan Muir grabbed the demon king's arm, his face was full of anxiety and helplessness, and he shook it twice: "If you don't come back, I'm afraid the young king will think that I have eaten you......"

Unable to answer, he felt that if he told Lanmuir truthfully, "I ran to the wilderness where I stabbed you and rained for a day and a night," the humans would soon call Dogu to show him his brain.

After holding it for a long time, it was still the same sentence: "What are you doing standing outside?"

Ranmuir let out an "oh" and looked bright: "In the morning the rain has stopped, and I feel much better."

"Didn't my king say before that the people of the Watie tribe should be handed over to me for discipline? After a few days of delays, I thought I should go check it out while I can still run......"

Dusk: "......"

The demon king looked at the person in front of him and wanted to tremble with anger. This slave is so capable that the emotions in his numb chest are revived in an instant.

br /> he suppressed the fire and said gloomily: "Lanmuir, don't you know you're sick!?"

"Yes," said Ranmuir, blinking innocently, "but lying down is sick, and doing things is sick." Miasma entering the body is a disease, and it is not a matter of moving and immediately aggravating and dying, so it is better to do something. "

"By the way," he asked, "is there anything else my king wants me to do for you?"

The humid air after the rain diffused around them.

Twilight moved closer to Lanmuir, holding the human's cheek in one hand. "Ranmuir." He said with a deep gaze. "You often make me feel that it is absolutely reasonable for me to suspect that you have bad intentions."

"What do you suspect again?"

"I suspect you want my life."

Oh, isn't that still the same old thing. Lanmuir couldn't help but laugh, and patted the back of his dim hand helplessly.

"Yes, yes, when I'm gone, there won't be anyone to play this kind of game with Nu in the future...... Will my king miss me then?" I don't know. ”

"Then, I'm going to see our new compatriots, and my king is with me?"

"Of course."

Lanmuir's eyes lit up. In the last few days, he would be very happy if he could be by his side more.

Twilight immediately called Sulphur Sands to pack up a wagon. The waiter's eyes were a little red and swollen, and it seemed that he had cried a lot yesterday. She whispered to the Demon King in a hoarse voice, "Lord Tagu said that in the last period of time, it is better to let Lord Lanmuir have a happy time......

Still unreal, he took the fiery fox blanket that Ranmuir loved in his arms, and as he walked out, he muttered to himself, "But he looks much better."

The carriage arrived quickly. The Demon King let the slaves get on the carriage and rest, and he went back and forth between the official hall and the carriage, stuffing Ranmuir's things into it.

He told Ranmuir to stay in the car and not move, and the latter was obedient, but patiently instructed: "If you need to stay there for a few days, please remember to bring your medicine with you." medicine in the corner of the bed. "

…… Hmph, a person who has been declared to have three months to live can still hang another guy's medicine.

Dizzy was angry and funny, and as he stuffed the potion-filled sac into Ranmuir's hand, he thought to himself: So there will always be a way, he is in this state, no matter how he looks at it, it doesn't look like he has ...... Already......

let alone

In Tada's bone prophecy, Ranmuir would come and cut off his horns. Maybe this cunning human is just pretending to be sick, and even Duogu has deceived him, and is now waiting for an opportunity to kill him.

Twilight was so cranky that when he returned to the carriage for the last time, Lanmuir was already rolling in the carriage with a Firefox blanket. Half-squinted, the silver hair slouched out, more like a fluffy fox than the original owner of the fur.

The faint arm passed under the human ribs, supporting the front of the soft, warm body, and lifting Lanmuir up.

He showed what he had brought over: "Put it on."

It's the fine silver lock.

He had wanted to reforge them into a pair of wristbands, but now that Lanmuir's condition had deteriorated to such an extent, he needed a spirit that could resist the miasma

Silver.

It's too late to reforge. Dusk could only hand him back the lock, which symbolized his status as a slave.

Lanmuir happily put it on.

Dusk Yao rubbed the silver-gray hair indiscriminately, and pressed the person into his arms, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but I always felt that the weight was lighter than before returning to the palace.

The charioteer came. But Lanmuir dragged the faint and whispered, "My king, shall we go with the two of us?"

Dusk is sensitively aware that humans seem to have become a little more willful. He immediately said to the chariot servant, "Go down and don't need you." Then he sat on the front of the car and took the reins.

Lanmuir laughed: "I'd better do it. If the Demon King is seen driving for a slave...... "Stay in it quietly," Faint glanced at him, and whispered, "Drive." ”

The tribesmen of the Watie tribe were placed on the land along the border of the royal court, and soldiers were stationed along the way, erecting temporary shelters for them.

In the past two days, the newcomers have settled down and the roster has been counted.

In the abyss, many of the bad demons did not have official names, and it was Lanmuir who insisted on the importance of counting the population, and the royal court began to make a list of the clansmen.

The earth stretches to the horizon.

The demons in rags are building their new houses. Some are slower and are laying the foundation; Some are faster, plastering the walls.

Other demons are bending over the fields, clumsily sowing seeds of hope into the barren land.

From a distance, their figures seem to have turned into small seeds.

When the carriage slowly approached from the winding mountain road, it was the demon soldiers who reacted first. They came up round about them, and stood their spears on the ground

on, excitedly shouted:

"My king!"

"Lord Lanmuir!"

Faint "um" and slowly stopped the carriage. Inside, Ranmuir lifted the curtain and said with a smile: "How do you know it's me?"

The demons looked at each other and smiled. Who else can make the Demon King drive himself, but Lord Lanmuir......

The tribesmen of the old Watie tribe straightened up and whispered: "It's that human!"

"Humans shooting arrows in the valley." "Humans who have been blessed with demonic breath by the king."

Lanmuir leaned out of the carriage and stared back at him in a wary manner, but the human insisted, "Just go and see, or what are we going to do?"

Dusk had no choice but to let him get out of the carriage. Ranmuir stepped barefoot on the ground, and his white toes were immediately stained with mud. He walked towards the demons who were learning to farm.

Previously, the demons were forced to migrate with the movement of the underground fire veins. Later, due to the more reliable calculation method deduced by Lanmuir, the frequency of royal court migration was greatly reduced, and some crops were already cultivated.

Although the harvest was a matter of luck due to the harsh and changeable climate, it was much better than it was in the past, when gathering and hunting and grazing were mainly relied upon.

Lanmuir walked among the demons who had just begun to try farming, spoke to them in a low voice, or taught them how to distinguish the seeds, and then took advantage of the interval to teach them some rules in the royal court.

The dim light followed not far away, and the question of déjà vu surfaced in his heart again.

Yes, the Demon King has thought more than once: Is this guy really a normal god son? The kind that is supposed to be dressed in a dusty white coat and play the harp on the ground?

Twilight asked Lanmuir this question, and the latter lowered his eyes and said, "When I was on earth, I didn't have many opportunities to be close to my people like this."

"Both the temple and the people demand the nobility of the Son of God, and as a holy king, he must maintain his majesty...... This is the thing I regret the most. "

…… I don't know if he transferred this regret to the demons of the abyss.

Dim was in a trance, and suddenly there was a female demon with a child on her back, with a thin face, who was walking timidly. Maybe he was too frightened to see the demon king and stumbled on the ridge.

Dusk subconsciously stretched out his hand, and another white-sleeved arm reached over him—he and Lanmuir were on the left and right, hugging the mother at the same time

The female demon had it in her eyes at once

tears. "My king!" She fell to her knees. "The king of my medicine

"Tsk." The corner of his eyes jumped, merciful, he could be named like this!

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Lan Muir next to him laughed directly, he helped the witch up, and said seriously: That's right, my king is merciful.

"My child............" the witch recognises Ranmuir, and she whispers, "will you grow up to be a decent young man in this land in twelve years?"

This is a very difficult question to answer, and the average person who asks this question is not looking for an accurate answer or prophecy.

She just wanted to beg the adult in front of her to dispel this new uneasiness for her.

So Ranmuir smiled and said, "I will bless him."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the female demon, and she choked up, "If he can do this, he should be the most loyal personal guard by the king's side." ”

Rammuir: "The king is left with only the strongest of the mighties. Your lad needs to work hard. ”

In this way, they walked up and down in the field, and after walking for about half an hour, they found that Ranmuir was beginning to breathe a little.

The demon king now seems to be tense to the extreme, and the calm on the surface is still crumbling, but in fact, the whole demon state is already very wrong.

Lan Muir was still trying to walk forward, but Leng Buding's shoulder was suddenly pressed. The Demon King stared at him a little nervously, and said, "You've been walking for too long, let's go back to the car."

Lan Muir was helpless: "What's wrong with you? I've only been gone for a while, and I'm fine. ”

Dim shook his head vigorously, his voice weak and tense: "Lanmuir, accompany me back to the car." The moment he finished speaking, there was a trace of weakness in his eyes that should not have appeared on the demon king, as if he was pleading.

"I'm ......," Ranmuir was stunned, and just as he was about to speak, Dim Yao had already bent over to pick him up sideways, and walked briskly towards the carriage. His steps were a little messy, as if some terrible shadow was chasing behind him.

If at this moment, Lan Muir really spits blood and becomes ill, maybe the Demon King will collapse directly. Thankfully, she put Ranmuir back in the carriage and took a water bladder for him to drink.

Ranmuir couldn't laugh at the Demon King's enemy-like behavior. He leaned on the cushion and unscrewed the water bladder, shook his feet covered with mud, and said, "Can my king let me wipe my feet first?"

And he said, "Lie down and give it to me." He took the water bladder and pulled it again

Bring over a towel and pour water to get wet.

On the field path, among the weeds and gravel, unknown insects are chirping. The demon king half-knelt down in front of the carriage, picked up the human feet, and wiped them for him.

Lanmuel stared at the light for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Do you know, my king?"

"The teachings of the Mother of Light say that if a person walks barefoot across the earth and then is wiped of the dirt from his feet, it symbolizes that person's sins have fallen from the soul.

He laughed, "You're wiping away my sins."

Disapproving, he raised his eyes and brushed the broken hair on his forehead with the back of his hand, "People like you are also guilty?"

Ranmuir nodded and insisted, "Yes."

Faint snorted and asked, "Does your Divine Cult say that everyone is guilty?"

The current Demon King's temper is a lot more tolerant, and he no longer hates the belief in human gods and religions to the bone as he did when he was young, and he can occasionally chat with Lan Weier

Lanmuir smiled silently, reaching out and touching the broken horn above his head. It's more like you're forgiving me, Dim thought to herself.

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In the evening, the Demon King and his human slaves stayed here. They entered the soldiers' quarters. In the evening, it was heard that their new compatriots had lit a bonfire as a sign of their loyalty and love to the king.

The Dusk Sutra said to Lan Muir that the demons are like this. Fear the fire, but also yearn for the fire.

Every time a war is triumphant, or during the harvest season, high dead branches are piled up and smeared with precious oil. When the flames burned, the light was far greater than the cliff moon overhead.

All along, whenever a bonfire was lit, the Demon King would walk up to his people. Like the cold of the Extreme Cold Rite, Lanmuir knew that there were always some places where the faint light could not let go of the attachment.

But tonight was different, it was originally said that the demon king would go to see the clansmen, and the humans would wait for him to come back in the room.

But when Duyao stood alone in front of the fire, even if he was surrounded by clansmen, he raised his longing faces and called out to the king....

But he felt empty around him.

The dim light was really afraid. The panic of losing something increased with each breath, and it quickly crushed the invincible Demon King.

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"My king?" Ranmuir was taken aback when he came back so soon, and said, "Are you coming back to find something?"

Faint gated and gasped, stepping on the creaking floor to Ranmuir. "It's over... …… What are you writing about?"

Ranmuir looked a little embarrassed, and hurriedly closed the scroll: "Ah, some ...... I recorded before I set off."

He said: Although there are no regrets, there are still a few things that I can't let go, and I hope that they can be completed before I pass away.

This sentence turned into a heart-cutting knife again, and the eyes of the demon king turned black.

Barely trying not to think about it, he took a deep breath and said in a tight voice, "Ranmuir, I said you wouldn't die. Didn't you never have a serious illness before, but didn't you still recover? Don't say dead.

Lanmuir: Lord Tagu said that my illness was that I had stayed in the abyss for too long, and the miasma had eaten away at my body and caused a weakness that was different from the previous ones...... There should be no way.

The rain that had just passed began to fall again in the depths of consciousness, and it was chilling. "Nope." Faint shook his head, gritted his teeth, and said, No.

Where's the Devil's Breath?" He suddenly grabbed Lanmuir's wrist with both hands, his eyes blazing, "Since the mana is not good, I will give you my magic breath to heal......

There is also fine silver, the fine silver that was previously given to those tribal leaders, and the royal court can exchange it for other treasures, and they will all be given to you. "In the future, there will be less and less miasma, so let's move to the Barrier Cliff and build a small house out of fine silver..."

How could there be no way," Faint said quickly, reaching out to snatch the object from Ranmuir's arms, "You are not allowed to write this kind of thing, there are still three months, why say there is no way!

My King!

Ranmuir was careless, and the scroll fell to the ground, and the long roll of paper stretched out on the wooden floor. He was not angry, but smiled indulgently: "So my king is so reluctant to me?" Lanmuir was sure. As long as he says this, the dim will inevitably be sharpened, and the next sentence will be something like "who can't bear you", too

Don't worry about whether he writes his last wishes or not.

Lanmuir waited amusefully as the Demon King shouted an awkward retort as he bent down to pick up the scroll. But his wrist was suddenly caught. …… The scroll fell lonely on the floor, and the delicate handwriting was illuminated by the brass lamp, and there was nothing to hide.

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A small tick has been picked at the back, which represents completion.

Sentence 2: "Find out the details of the rebels who ambushed the royal court."

Sentence 3: Ask Wang to learn to drink medicine on time.

Sentence 4: Please remember not to go into danger alone on the battlefield again.

And...

Verse 5: Ask the king to choose his new partner.

There seems to be another sentence at the back, but it is obscured by the stacked scroll paper, and the handwriting is not clear.

Dim stared at the sentence in the fifth line, rolled his Adam's apple twice, and struggled to squeeze out his voice: What do you mean by that?

"How......" Ranmuir was stunned, looked along his dim gaze, and smiled when he saw him staring at the last line.

"My king won't think I'm lenient, right?" "I'm just a little worried," he said.

In the past few years, you have only been with me. The king is now the king of the royal court and the lord of the abyss, so if you don't want to keep an heir, is it true that you don't even have a queen?

Quiet.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and it seemed as if something invisible had been broken.

Lanmuir looked at the faint in surprise, and the smile dissipated little by little. He frowned, tilted his head and whispered: "...... My king?"

"Ranmuir."

The Demon King suddenly spoke. His face had lost its blood, and his eyes were stiff.

Didn't you say that before? Hehua should be...... It is sacred, pure, restrained. can only and only ...... The lover of the marriage match does.

The dim voice gradually stumbled.

Because he found that Lanmuir was looking at him with a look of surprise. This gaze seemed to turn into a mountain peak pressed on the demon king's chest, so that he had to grit his teeth and lower his head, and the sorrow under his eyes was covered by the messy hair, so thick that he couldn't dissolve.

"And marriage, there must be loyalty, but also love."

He still finished the whole sentence: "I can only talk to the one who is Hehua...... Get married. ”

Lanmuir shook his head helplessly, "What's wrong with you tonight?" What do my kings do when they learn these human concepts, and they are fooling around. ”

"What do you say to love or not to love ......"

Lanmuir muttered, his eyes looking out the window clear.

A campfire in the distance also

It was burning, and there was a faint light, like a match polishing the night sky.

Lanmuir's eyes were illuminated with a little gold, like the quiet waters of a lake at sunset, clear, peaceful, and unpleasant. After a moment's emptiness, those eyes turned to look at the Demon King with a smile.

You don't love me, and I don't love you.

When he said this, Lanmuir was still gentle, and he used a step-by-step and enlightening tone: Haven't you also been a synthetic partner for so many years? In a trance, it's like a god taking pity on a down-and-out believer.

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