"Don't worry, with my current body, I will definitely die after opening the enchantment, and I will not interfere in the affairs of the abyss again. As for my king......""...... I'll find a way to persuade you in advance. If he succeeded in opening Gassel's barrier, he wouldn't be too upset. "

Lanmuir suddenly covered his lips and coughed twice, breathed a sigh of relief, and said earnestly: "The young king does not need to agree immediately, according to the estimation of Lord Duogu, I should be able to barely survive until the winter, and there are about two months left."

"Young King...... Young King?"

Tianpo blinked in a trance.

She didn't know when Lanmuir let go of her corner. Maybe the human just shook it casually, but she felt that the confinement of that moment was distorted for an incomparably long time.

"…… Ranmuir. "

Tianpo raised his face stiffly, staring at the human in front of him. She asked, "Why did you come to the abyss seven years ago?"

"Me?" Lanmuir lowered his eyes and smiled. He looked out the window, twilight, the sun dimmed, and only a little golden-red halo was still caressing the wildflowers on the cliff.

"I'm coming to the abyss......"

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He looked at the wildflowers, and he was a little distracted, "I guess it's to grow these flowers." Tianpo suddenly kicked on the bed and shouted, "You give me a good talk!!"

"Young King, this is my true heart." Lanmuir said calmly, "It is not easy to plant flowers, there must be sunshine, not miasma; There should be a spring breeze, not a cold winter. "

"So, I'm going to open the barrier."

Tianpo opened his mouth and lost his voice.

Lanmuir was not sympathetic to the impact she had suffered, and the former saint had been so merciful at times that he had not been as human, and at other times as cruel as he had been.

He said, "When the barrier is opened, the miasma will overflow from the abyss, and the sun and rain will fall into the land. The earth will be freed from the curse of two hundred years ago and will gradually rise to its original height, away from the blazing fire. "

"The barrier is so complex that it can't be completely broken at once. I will keep three sets of spatial circles, and for a period of time, the demons will still not be able to pass through the enchantment cliff...... I also hope that the young king will understand, the change in the breaking of the seal is too great. If the abyss is hastily connected to the human world, I am afraid that it will start a war. "

"When my king withdrew from the world, it was not just for me, a slave, as rumored to be. He could see clearly, although the demons

They are brave, but if they continue to fight against humanity for a long time, the consequences will not be good. "

"The recovery of the land of Cassel can provide a buffer period. This process will take some time, maybe fifty years, eighty years, at most a hundred years. "

"As for a hundred years later, whether the demons can survive in the world and in the sun with a straight spine depends on you."

I don't know which sentence to start, Tianpo can no longer breathe normally. The young king's chest rose and fell violently, her eyes were red, and she gasped: "...... Ranmuir. "

Lanmuir: "Yes."

Tempo: "-Ranmuir!"

Lanmuir: "Yes, young king."

Outside the window, the sun finally went down completely. The thin light of the setting sun slipped away from Ranmuir's features, and shadows took their place, enveloping the pale face.

He leaned quietly on the bed as if it were just an ordinary evening.

yes, it was supposed to be an ordinary evening.

As usual, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, the breeze blew the wild flowers as usual, and visitors came from the royal court as usual, and even the medicine that the demon king had just cooked was exactly the same as yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday.

It was on such an ordinary evening that Lanmuir carelessly dissected his own depths. The opportunity was nothing more than a rebel prophecy brought by Tianpo.

Tianpo: "What evidence do you have for saying these things?"

Lanmuir: "The young king asked knowingly. I don't have proof. "

Why is it so understatement!? An inexplicable sadness and indignation actually rose in Tianpo's heart. Is it still pretending, is it deliberately sympathetic, is it so good at playing with people's hearts?

Or is it because, for a full seven years, or even longer—

In the erosion of the long darkness and miasma, in the sunny world of birds and flowers—imagine this scene over and over again to be so calm when it really comes!?

"I can say this to the young king."

With his thin index finger, Lanmuir tapped his heart:

"I've found a way to break the Gathol barrier, I've found a way to clear the miasma after it has been introduced into the human world, and I've even figured out how to convey the truth to the people of the human race."

"But I made a fatal mistake, I couldn't find a piece of evidence for myself."

Tianpo said sharply: "Then why should I believe you!"

Lanmuir smiled helplessly, he slowly got out of bed, leaned against the wall and walked to the window.

"You're right." He said softly, "So after being awakened by my king in the third year, I didn't dare to mention the matter of opening the enchantment, for fear of getting suspicious."

"I thought that if I wait a few more years, when I do more things for the abyss, maybe one day I can be trusted......"

"But now, my life is coming to an end and there is no more time left. Believe it or not, it's just a matter of your thoughts. Whatever the outcome, I'm willing to accept it. "

With that, Lanmuir breathed slowly.

He sweated a little on his forehead, not because he was nervous, but because he spoke in such a long way, which was a drain on the patient's physical strength. Silence pervaded for a moment.

"Ranmuir."

Tianpo's voice was hoarse when she spoke, she lowered her head and clenched her fists, "I've always hated you." Ranmuir: "I know."

"And Sulphur, Tada, Dogus, Modo, Assain...... All demons, in fact, don't like you, they all hate you!"

"There is no demon in the abyss who really loves you, we hate the technology you bring, we hate the knowledge you spread, and every word of benevolence and morality in your mouth makes us sick!"

Lan Muir shook his head: "The demons hate the human race, as it should be. "

"We hate your obedience, too." Tianpo's voice began to tremble, and she stared at the human race, "The demons are all unyielding warriors who would rather die, and you, if you are bullied, you don't know how to retaliate, and next time you can still greet ...... with a smile!"

"You definitely don't know that almost all the demons in the royal court were laughing at you in private back then, what a holy monarch, cheap bones!"

Lanmuir: "I know. They weren't very private either. "

"You're ......!"

Tianpo's eyes widened in pain, and at the same time, he felt weak.

She was desperate to discover that if a person had thoroughly embraced suffering, even at the cost of becoming one with it, there would be no malice in the world that could hurt his soul.

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She was so aggrieved that she didn't know where the pain in her chest came from, she just felt as if her head was about to boil, and she was so angry that she wanted to cry.

br /> "And my king faints." Tianpo reluctantly approached Lanmuir step by step, and his eyes became redder and redder. If it weren't for you, he would have been the most powerful demon king bloodline ever, and he would have broken the barrier a long time ago! The demons of the abyss have long been redeemed, and they have long gone to the sun, and there is no need for a human to save them......

This was the last straw, and Tianpo suddenly erupted, tugging at the hem of Ranmuir's shirt and pushing it, and the human shoulder slammed against the window!

Lanmuir's face turned pale, and a slight pain flashed between his brows. Tianpo gasped and pointed at him and yelled, "Why is it that a human is here to save us?"

"Obviously ......"

"It's you who sealed us in the abyss!" Obviously, it was you who forced us to transform in the miasma and the fire of the earth!

"It's obviously you, who have mutilated your former compatriots into blood-drinking demons!!"

Tianpo almost cried out in tears, her golden eyes filled with tears little by little, and finally came out of her eyes in humiliation.

"Now it's you again, who want us to admit our ugliness and twists! From above, we are persuaded to peel off this body of scales alive, to turn back into gentle and polite human beings, to change back to the way we were before we were mutilated, in order to show your compassion and tolerance!!

Lanmuir didn't answer, and didn't look at Tianpo.

He was in a trance, remembering the first year, and Faint Yao had been furious for similar reasons. That night, the Demon King was obviously smiling, but his eyes were full of sadness, mocking him for "trying to teach the demons a lesson".

Lanmuir looked at the cliff moon that was gradually emerging in the night, and pressed the edge of the window with both hands. This round ...... In the seven years he has been in the abyss, he has looked up to the light countless times.

How can you not hate.

It was the cruelest seal in the world.

But the demons two hundred years ago pointed to the light that sealed them in the earth, fire, wind and snow, and said to their descendants, it was the moon. The moonlight and moonlight shine on my hometown.

How much you have to yearn for the light, how much you love your hometown, so that this longing can overwhelm the hatred and give you the name of Yayue.

And the original "demons" died forever in the abyss.

Some were eroded by miasma, some were burned by the fire, some froze to death, and some starved to death. He never saw the light again in his life, and he couldn't return to his hometown until he died.

"It's nice to be a god on high above, isn't it satisfying to be burdened with sin and sacrifice yourself to save your former people, Ranmuir?

Tempo cried: "

; Destroy if you want to destroy, save if you want to save, then what are we!!

When it is destroyed, it is hated; Saved, and forgiven. What about our two hundred years...... What's it!!

Lanmuir, you tell me, won't we hurt, won't we hurt!!

Shouting and shouting, Tianpo's voice was so choked that he couldn't listen to it.

The young king's always straight back went down, and the beautiful corner was in front of Lan Muir's heart.

Lanmuir, I hate you. She whimpered suddenly, tugging at the white robe of the human being, I hate you...... We hate you...... Tianpo cried loudly and shouted as if catharsis: "What if...... Didn't meet you...... We demons could have hated humans purely......

Lanmuir placed his hand on top of Tempo's head and touched the corner of her plate. The Saint's face seemed to become paler, but his eyes were more gentle, and he said, "No."

Even without me, one day......

"One day, when you break the barrier of the abyss once more, and let the blood soak the land of men; When you walk in the sunlight and see dead bodies......

"When you see a human baby under the rubble—and she looks at you with curious eyes, you'll see that look is no different from a demon baby.

Lanmuir stretched out his arms, and he hugged Tianpo and patted the back of the girl demon who was crying until she was sobbing.

Tianpo, my young king, you will still be in pain then...... It hurts. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were moist, "like any sentient being would."

Just like the moment I saw you...... That's it.

Tianpo raised her teary eyes and stubbornly sobbed and asked, "Why did you come to the abyss, Ranmuir?" Lanmuir: I saw it, I got it, so I can't help but come.

But you're going to die.

Life deserves to die.

"I won't lend you the magic breath," Tianpo raised his hand to wipe his tears, rubbing his eyes vigorously with his fist, who knows if you and the humans back then are all the way! Who knows if you are saying these words in order to deceive our trust and find an opportunity to dirty your hands on the enchantment!

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Even if you are sincere, even if you have been in the past seven years...... It's all sincere. She gritted her teeth and didn't borrow it.

"I don't forgive you, I won't allow a human to become the savior of the demons. So...... You don't want to die. ”

Is there any causal relationship between this, Ranmuir was helpless for a while. Unexpectedly, he wasn't much frustrated, shook his head and said, "Okay then."

As he spoke, Ranmuir slowly walked to the door, leaning against the wall, and pushed the wooden door open—

"My king."

The Demon King leaned against the wooden house, his black hair was blown by the mountain wind, and there was no joy or sorrow on his scale-covered face, and he was quietly looking at the cliff moon above his head.

The wooden door creaked, and Dim turned his head to meet Ranmuir's gaze calmly. Lanmuir tilted his head: How long have you been listening?

Dusk Flare nodded with her sharp nails in the air: "It's not that I want to hear it. She cried so loudly that she yelled and screamed, and I thought you were going to slaughter the young king of the royal court.

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Tianpo instantly blushed with shame, wiped the tears on his face in a panic, but hiccuped in shame. Lanmuir pursed his lips and smiled, then looked at the faint again.

The Demon King was still expressionless, not smiling, but not crying.

A wordless tacit understanding seemed to circulate between them, even though they knew that it meant an eternal parting.

The young king is still young, and it is indeed a little difficult for her to let her make this decision. Lanmuir said apologetically: I'm sorry, maybe it ended up ...... You can only be asked to suffer.

He actually didn't expect that the young king would collapse to this extent. As soon as Tianpo began to cry, Lanmuir knew in his heart that it was impossible to hide from the faint light.

He asked, "Can you trust me, my king?"

Dusk took a step closer. As he had done for countless days and nights before, he reached out and rubbed Lanmuir's silver-gray hair, and looked up at the dark sky with some confusion in his eyes—

"Ranmuir," he murmured, "you really want my life."