What can be done so that you don't die?

Lanmuir never imagined that he would one day hear such words from the mouth of a faint mouth.

Once upon a time, they never shied away from talking about death. Especially in the dim, every once in a while, it's "Be careful I kill you", "You definitely want to kill me" and "Unless I'm dead".

But when the farewell really came, the demon king began to ask him for a hundred years, two hundred years, and ...... Don't die.

Lanmuir thought to himself, how could the king be so bad. But he couldn't ask for anything anymore.

That night, after a long period of relative silence, Lanmuir agreed to move to the Barrier Cliff for a while. The premise is that Stun Flare stops consuming Breath.

The Demon King seemed to have found a little new hope, and his gloomy eyes lit up faintly.

The next day, he made preparations in half a day, and the bone staff, which symbolized power, was still entrusted to the respected high priest Tada and the young king Tianpo, with only a wildebeest and a carriage, and thus left the royal court with Ranmuir.

On the cliff of the enchantment, a small wooden house was erected at some point.

It's not like the rugged style of the demons, but it's not quite like human architecture, and it's a bit nondescript.

Lanmuir was helped out of the carriage by the faint light, and he couldn't help but laugh at one glance. He was helpless: "This is the idea of my king?" Twilight is uncomfortable: "So many things...... As long as you can live. ”

The Demon King ordered such a house to be built, and his original intention was naturally to make Lanmuir happy and comfortable.

However, the time that the demon army was stationed in the human world was too short, and after seven years, who still remembers what the human house looked like?... In short, as long as you can live.

So, Dusk took his slaves and moved in.

The wooden house is not very large, and the furniture display is plain, which seems to be unremarkable.

But Lanmuir was keenly aware that something was wrong, and he crouched down, reached out, and lifted a piece of wooden flooring, which was instantly dazzled by the white metallic sheen—poured in fine silver, a whole layer.

"My king......" Lan Muir's expression was complicated.

He knew that there was no silver in his hand at all, and he wanted to collect so much in such a short time....

"Don't think about it." Dusk Yao walked over and put the wooden board back in its place, "Many of them have volunteered to pay tribute. There are many more demons who don't want you to die, than you think. "

In the first few days of moving in, the old wounds of the faint were very serious, and he suffered from insomnia and palpitations every night, and Lanmuir was sick and weak, and he didn't know how to live there

Who takes care of whom.

Both sides don't give in, and they can quarrel over a little thing, and there is a little bit of a trivial feeling in this wooden house.

On the recliner, Lanmuir had just finished medicating the scales that were oozing blood from the faint and were a little tired. He hugged his favorite firefox blanket, squinted and drowsy, and took advantage of this bit of confusion to shout softly: ".... My king. "

"Huh?"

"You don't hate me from a long time ago, do you?"

"Who said I don't hate you." Dim Yao sat in front of the small stove, scolding and scolding to cook medicine for humans, the medicinal soup bubbling and bubbling, diffusing a bitter taste, "You don't think I don't hate you because I don't want you to die?"

Lanmuir sighed: "This medicine is too bitter and useless, can you not drink it?"

Twilight: "Bear with me, I'll give you candy after drinking the medicine."

Ranmuir:

In the past seven years, they have experienced countless ups and downs together, but it is rare to have such a relaxed and comfortable time together.

Day after day. The wooden door opens whenever the morning sun peeks in faintly through the thinning barrier and falls among the scattered wildflowers.

The Demon King would carry the silver-haired young man outside and let the pale cheeks fall into the sun.

At this time, Lanmuir often couldn't wake up. Twilight sat on the edge of the cliff, counting the wildflowers and waiting patiently. He listened to the shallow breath in his arms, and felt that he could count the flowers of a lifetime.

When there is movement in the human in the arms, it is also the time when the sun is the warmest. Lanmuir would wake up smiling in surprise and reach for the golden light. Dusk stroked his hair and thoughtfully said, "If you can return to the world, will your illness be cured?"

Ranmuir's smile immediately disappeared.

He often laughs, but if he deliberately doesn't smile, the whole person's temperament will become a little cold, like a lonely snowy mountain. It is infinitely close to the appearance of the young god son sealed in the memory of the demon king fourteen years ago.

"My king, don't make such jokes." Lanmuir lowered his eyelids, "It's all about time, please let me walk in peace—a little bit."

The Holy Monarch of the Human Race, who has been a slave in the abyss for seven years, has figured out the customs and power distribution of the abyss, large and small, and even achieved the status of ten thousand demons under the demon king.

In the end, because of the gradual weakening of the body...... Released back to the world by the soft-hearted demon king? Well, this

The end of the story is too much to ponder and too scary.

"What do you think?" "How could I possibly put you back into the world. What if all your obedience and dedication in the past seven years is for the sake of the plan you have made at this moment?"

Ranmuir was at ease, and he knew that the dim light could still be carried clearly.

"Even if I wanted to, the time for the barrier to be weak was far from coming, and I couldn't open it." Lan Muir said abruptly, "If I hadn't shot your right corner back then, my king would have had the power to tear apart the barrier at any time."

Faint smiled: "But if you don't shoot that arrow, the evil demon king can invade the land of mankind at any time, and the lives will be ruined and corpses will be scattered all over the field...... Lanmuir, if you go back to the old days, you still can't shoot that arrow?"

Lanmuir was silent.

Dim Shine regretted it, over the years, he had become accustomed to using these to stimulate Ranmuir when he had nothing to do, but now he shouldn't be anyway.

"Don't talk about it," the Demon King immediately softened his voice, "Hypothetical things are not interesting, don't talk about this."

Lanmuir coughed twice and shook his head. He raised his face, and his eyes were unexpectedly determined: "There's always a way. If I go back to the past, I'll figure it out. ”

Not to mention, since living in the Barrier Cliff, Lan Muir's condition has indeed tended to ease

Force. His strength continued to weaken, and he was now unable to walk steadily, but the pain and vomiting blood were less, or at least he didn't look so scary

Finish.

When the news reached the royal court, many demons happily danced the blessing dance. In front of that small cabin, occasionally there would be a little more refined silver, or medicinal materials for healing the body, and I don't know who sent it.

Lan Muir was surprised, he pulled the faint to look, and asked suspiciously: "Forget about one or two, how can there be so many demons to send things to humans?" Couldn't it be that you used some cruel means to persecute them?

Dizzy was angry and funny: "Nonsense, no." ”

Lan Muirton suddenly felt that the world was bizarre.

It seems that the dim light no longer hates him as an enemy, although the demon king does not admit it; The demons in the abyss don't seem to hate him as a human anymore, although few guys are willing to show their faces.

He thought that the root of hatred had been deeply rooted in the blood and bones of this group of foreign compatriots, and it was difficult to shake it even if he exhausted his life.

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The Demon King's subordinates often come to visit on the Barrier Cliff, but Ranmuir still worries about it, and asks about all trivial matters. One day, he asked about the rebels who ambushed the demon king, and asked with concern whether the culprit had been caught.

At that time, it was Tianpo who came to visit, and the young king glared at him viciously.

"It was found out yesterday," she said, "and I am about to report to my king today. The leader of the group of dead ghosts is a tribal leader from the west, the Great Demon Gurelon.

As for the words shouted by the captives, it is said that they were prophecies made by their tribal priests. It just so happened that Gu Leilong's son had been in abnormal health recently, and there were some signs similar to the awakening of the bloodline, so ......

Lanmuir's face sank.

"You can't believe in such a thing as prophecy." Sitting at the head of the bed, he scooped up the last bit of medicinal soup in the bowl with a small spoon and carefully fed it to the patient.

He stared at the fact that Lanmuir had indeed drunk it, and showed no sign of vomiting it, before he continued: "Tada is the most prestigious priest of the abyss, and sometimes he is not sure. Nine times out of ten, the priests of those small tribes are talking nonsense.

Tianpo was reluctant to stay for a long time every time she came, and after the report was over, she was about to retire.

Ranmuel suddenly said, "Young king, please stay."

Tianpo: What are you leaving me for?

Dusk: What are you keeping her for?

The demon king and the young king spoke in unison, Lan Muir couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly held his dim hand to comfort: I have something I want to say to the young king......

Twilight raised an eyebrow: "Tianpo, listen to him."

“…… Be. Tianpo grinded his teeth in hatred and had to turn back with his scaly tail hanging down.

Unexpectedly, Lan Muir glanced at the faint again, and said seriously: "My king, I want to speak to the young king alone. It only takes a few moments, please my king...... Stay out for now.

Suddenly, the expressions of Dusk Yao and Tianpo changed.

Tianpo was the first to be shocked: Human, you are bold enough! Well, the slave dared to let the king avoid it!

Unexpectedly, Dusk really stood up and walked out. When passing by Tianpo, the king's scale tail patted the girl's back: Don't be angry with him, you can bear it if he is angry with you.

Tianpo was so angry that he was terrible: "My king ......!"

But the Demon King had already calmly walked outside the wooden house and closed the door.

Tianpo

Angry, his face was red, and he slapped the floor with his scales. Damn, she cursed in her heart, damn human!

He is obviously the noble young king of the royal court, why did he fall to this point!

Tianpo gritted her teeth and looked at the smiling guy on the bed. Lanmuir, she said, You'd better spit out something useful, or ......

That said, she had already guessed what humans would say. It's nothing more than those big truths, pretending to be mature guidance. Dressed in the cloak of hypocrisy, she is high on top, that is what she hates the most.

The young king doesn't like me, I know.

Still smiling unhurriedly, Lanmuir placed his right hand on his heart: "In order not to waste time, I will speak directly." ”

As you can see, I'm dying. But before he died, there was one more thing to worry about. Tianpo: "Heh, what does it have to do with me. "Lanmuir: Yes.

Young king, I have said to my king, and you should know it...... Lanmuir raised his head faintly and looked at the sky outside the window of the wooden house, "I can open the barrier of Gassel. ”

There was an abrupt silence in the cabin for a few seconds.

Tianpo's face still maintained that haughty disdain and disgust, and it stiffened like this, distorting into a strange expression little by little. "What...... What?"

I wanted to ask my king for this. Lanmuir was calm, and he went on talking to himself.

But I really didn't expect that the king would consume himself like that in order to save me. Now that there is another prophecy of Gurillon, I am very worried. If possible, I still don't want to mess with his breath anymore.

Fortunately, I already have the remnants of my king's demonic breath in my body, and if the young king can help, it should be barely enough.

- Lanyingl!

Tianpo jumped up suddenly, and she rushed to the human bed in a few steps, her face full of anger, as if she was about to open her mouth to curse something. But the next moment, the top of her head tightened.

The human slave, who had always been docile, reached out and grabbed one of her horns. It was obviously such a fragile palm, but because it was too fragile, Tianpo was dumbfounded for a while, and he didn't dare to move!

Lanmuir lowered his head like this, he lowered his voice very low, and his pretty eyebrows were calmly hidden in the shadows, like the way Tempo should be—

"I want to beg the young king, before I die, you can lend me your magic breath.

”

——The human saint monarch who has endured in the abyss for many years finally reveals his true face and stabs the demon clan with a fatal sword. But there was a whisper from the Holy Monarch in his ears, and Tianpo clearly heard him say:

I'm here to open the enchantment above my head for the demons.