Ranmuir's weakness was already evident this winter. The most obvious is that he has become severely chilled.

The winter when the Holy Monarch first arrived in the abyss, he was like an ordinary slave in rags, starving and freezing, but he survived. Later, he was sent to a slave shed, and in such a harsh environment that was completely impossible for humans to survive, he managed to survive for almost two months.

But by the fifth year, before the real harsh winter had arrived, Ranmuir had already begun to show symptoms. On several occasions, Dimlight saw humans curled up by the flint hearth, their lips trembling.

After that, I got sick, and I got sick again and again.

Dim Yao was so distressed that she couldn't stand it.

He decided that it was the torture of the previous two years that had damaged the bottom of Ranmuir's body, so he regretted it when he remembered the events of the old years, and regretted it when he thought about it.

He began to have nightmares, sometimes dreaming of the days of Lanmuir's suffering in his early years, and sometimes dreaming of Lanmuir turning into a snow-white flower, swaying on the cliff of the barrier.

But there is no sunlight in the abyss, and even the rain and dew contain miasma. Even though the flower was desperately sticking to its branches, it still withered little by little, and finally shriveled up and broke in the wind.

Dusk Yao began to collect precious medicinal herbs, but the medicinal soup could not solve the problem of cold.

Later, he braved the snow and went hunting alone in the mountains of Frost Horn with an iron bow on his back. The beasts were stripped of their skins, and their furs were laid on the brick floor of the palace.

At first, Ranmuir didn't take it seriously - he had heard that Faint had been a hunter on horseback since he was very young, and that he had a strange collecting habit of prey—and he thought it was the Demon King's personal hobby.

But as the faint became more and more obsessed with entering the mountains, and returned with injuries every once in a while, Ranmuir began to disapprove. He began to frown, and carried the furs in disgust, implicitly hinting to take care of himself, but the latter remained the same.

This winter, the last time I went into the mountains to hunt, I encountered a snowstorm.

Three full days passed, and the demons of the royal court were panicking, but they couldn't wait for their king to return.

It stands to reason that with Dusk's familiarity with the snow-capped mountains, even if it is a bad climate, it should not be too difficult to turn back immediately. But now that it's gone, something unusual must have happened.

It had been many, many years since Ranmuel had prayed to the Mother Goddess, and yet the sound of the wind on those dark nights was so sharp that it hurt eardrums.

He sat alone on the empty big bed, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, and at some point his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and his joints turned white.

It was only on the fourth day that Twilight returned with his prey.

Ranmuir rushed to hear the news, first sight

Then he saw the demon king sitting in the witch doctor's tent, with wounds on his right arm and chest, and blood frozen.

Sweating profusely, Dogu was picking out the shards of scale armor that had pierced into his flesh.

Angry and distressed, Lanmuel gritted his teeth and approached step by step, glaring at him angrily: "My king!"

The dim complexion was extremely bad, and the scales all over his body were dull and oozing blood, as if he had been burned dry. But his spirit was very high, and he pointed to the corpse of the giant beast beside him, which was almost three times the height of a human, and wagged his tail and was smug:

"Shhh Lanmuir, you don't know what it is. The hundred-year-old Fire Fox King, one of the most ferocious beasts in the abyss, only haunts in windy and snowy weather. Before today, there had never been a demon who had successfully hunted the Firefox King......"

Lanmuir was stunned for a moment. reacted, and immediately felt that the demon king was crazy.

"You're not coming back to hunt this thing!?"

Dim ignored him, unable to hide his smile, his scarred tail still wagging happily on the ground.

"Don't you know how serious your old injuries are, and what to do if you get sick in the snowy mountains, you don't want to die!" Dusk or indifferent.

Lanmuir: "My king!"

Dusk: "Well, yes."

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

Lanmuir was so angry that he was ready to scold.

But seeing that Duyao's interest was so high, he didn't return the question when he was questioned, but was speechless for a while. To be honest, he never seemed to have seen Dim Shine happy like this. No longer like a cold and bloody demon king, more like a hot child.

Lan Muir frowned calmly, and stopped talking a few times, but he still couldn't bear to continue to sweep this interest.

He thought to himself: Forget it, Dusk is not the kind of demon who loses his mind from plaything, maybe he just encountered rare prey, and he didn't suppress his competitive spirit and desire to conquer for a while.

Besides, hunting demonic beasts was originally a way to show his strength in the abyss, maybe the demon king had his own considerations?

So in the end, Lanmuir just made a stern appearance, and wanted to dimly promise-

"Please swear by my king, this winter, this is the last time."

Dim Fleur burst out laughing, and he squinted at Ranmuir and said, "Well, it's the last time."

After hunting the Firefox King, Dusk's interest in hunting seems to have quickly dissipated. He happily promised Ranmuir not to enter the mountain again, and devoted himself to preparing for the festival of the Extreme Cold

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And the prey that the Demon King hunted in the blizzard was quickly sent to the most skilled craftsmen. After five or six days, a red and gorgeous fire fox skin blanket was made.

The things were placed on a large tray and brought in by two demon attendants.

As soon as Ranmuir touched it, he couldn't help but sigh: "Oh my God."

Faint tilted his head to support his chin, and said playfully, "Put it on, I'll take a look."

So Lanmuir put his white knuckles on the fiery red blanket, shook off the heavy weight, and put it on his shoulders like a cloak.

The Firefox King's body is indeed very large. After the fur is processed and sewn into a blanket, it can not only wrap the whole human being, but also drag a bright red on the ground.

It's hard to imagine how Dusk Flare could have fought against such a behemoth in the roaring snow-capped mountains.

Dusk: "What do you feel?"

Lanmuir: "Hmm...... It's warm?"

Dusk was satisfied.

He stood up, walked over to his slave, and picked up a corner of the blanket from behind, and wrapped Ranmuir's head around him viciously.

The human let out a small exclamation and flapped twice inside the blanket. The demon king carried him with a blanket and carried him to the bed.

The blanket was scattered, and Lanmuir's long silver-gray hair was messy, and he lay helplessly on his back in a piece of softness. Dizzy: "Yes, it's very suitable, this blanket will be placed in the palace in the future."

Village. You can use it if you like.

Ranmuir: Aren't you going to hang it in the treasury?

Dusk looked away nonchalantly: "Firefox has hung up. The fur is too large and takes up space in vain. ”

Lanmuir actually liked this beautiful, soft and warm blanket, and immediately pressed half of his face into the fur.

Faint bent the corners of her mouth.

As if he had discovered some childish but amusing game, the Demon King grabbed the corner of the blanket again and buried Ranmuir in it.

…… After the fifth year of getting along, he still often finds his slave cute.

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At the extreme cold festival that year, the demon king still suffered from the cold himself.

Lanmuir wanted to go with Faint, but was not allowed. The Demon King came up with excuses like "you think beautifully" and locked the slaves in a palace with a flint furnace.

Lanmuir could only stand in the old place - that

In front of a window, I watched the back of the faint walking in the snow.

The Demon King still returned in the early hours of the next morning. Lanmuir shook off the fire fox blanket and wrapped it around Dusk. He ordered his attendant to fetch the meal he had prepared for him, and the wine that was burning on the stove.

After the faint light felt a little better, Lanmuir suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Speaking of which, why does my king sing the sacrificial song?"

To this day, Lanmuir does know: it turns out that ordinary demon kings or leaders really don't know how to sing sacrificial songs by themselves.

Sitting cross-legged on the hide, Twilight untied the braided hair and said, "There is no why. Back then, I was so depressed that I didn't have my own priest, so I had to sing it myself? This song is not difficult.

After Lan Muir moved over and helped him twist away the Xiaoice ballast that had not yet melted in his hair, he used his hand to cover the severed corner that was frozen and cold, and asked: What about the cold?

The Demon King's crimson eyes flickered: There is no reason.

Lanmuir: "You just don't want to say it to me."

The dim Adam's apple moved, playing with the bone bell that had just been removed in his palm. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "I remember the first time I was cold."

It was perhaps the most embarrassing and desperate winter of his life, Dim Yao thought to himself.

was shot off the right corner by Miko, and in one night he went from the young king of the demon race to a loser, and from the hope of the abyss to shame.

Abandoned by his loved ones, he was seriously injured in the pursuit, and was left with a near-crippled illness.

He seems to have been scrapped. Anyone who looks at it will shake their heads and sigh.

That winter, it snowed heavily.

The Broken Horn Demon King, who had nowhere to stay, walked on the reckless snowfield with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and saw a pair of overlapping bones.

A small bone, clinging to another large bone. It was a dead son holding his dead father.

It was drowned in the snow and shattered silently.

Dusk stood still, the cold wind blowing through the black hair, and the truncated horn loomed. He stared at the skeletons, a white mist coming out of his clenched teeth.

Endless pathos, endless humiliation and endless unwillingness...... At this moment, it rushed up his throat like a spurting of lava. Why.

The demons just want to live, they just want to return to the homeland where the sun and the moon turn.

But the blonde young man who didn't even know his name destroyed him with an understatement with one arrow.

Humans on top of it, want

Cutting off the hope of demons is as easy as cutting the root system of a weed that doesn't fit your eyes. Wind and snow blurred the vision.

Dusk picks up the small child's skull that was buried in the snow. He held it in his arms, hugged it tightly, and when he looked up again, a tear fell from his cruel eyes.

He tore open his hoarse voice and sang the demon sacrifice song.

He walked into the wind and snow hungry and cold, and he walked into the wind and snow scarred, as if he had truly completed the unity of his soul with those ancestors who died in winter,

Keep walking, keep walking, come to the enchantment cliff. With a gaze soaked in hatred, he forced his gaze into the barrier above his head.

He is undefeated, he does not die.

He will live and win back.

One day, he would tear open this ruthless cliff moon with his own hands and stomp the blonde boy into the mud.

Since then, every Extreme Cold Festival, the Demon King will personally suffer from the cold.

Until he had a priest, a vassal, and a polished sacrificial skull. And so many years passed...... But that winter, the father and son who died on the snowy field were still chasing his soul.

Perhaps, only on the day when the wind and snow in the abyss completely cease, he can get out of this cold. But how is that possible? How can it be.

Can you teach me to sing?

When Twilight came out of his memory, Lanmuir was still sitting obediently in front of him.

The Demon King grinned and pinched the human cheek: "Lanmuir, has my story been told in vain? You're going to be trampled into the mud by me......

Lanmuir: "Can you teach me to sing when you're done?"

Dusk snorted and narrowed her eyes.

In the fifth year, he stopped intimidating humans and asked him to swallow flint. The Demon King shook off the fox blanket and draped it over Ranmuir's shoulder, saying, "I'll teach it only once." ”

That being said, when Faint actually taught, there was a lot more patience than he seemed.

Ranmuir's musical talent was frighteningly good, and he quickly found the right tune. In the open and quiet palace, the demons and the human race began to sing a short song one by one.

When Lanmuir got tired of singing, he suddenly said, "It's spring...... "Wrapped in a glowing red fox skin blanket, he snuggled up in the arms of the demon king, "I want to plant some flowers on the cliff of the barrier."

Flower? What flowers?" I have brought seed from the earth. ”

Faint Sneer: Don't dream, the abyss never blooms the flowers of the world.

> Ranmuir insisted: It doesn't matter if you try it, let alone if it does.

What about the flowers?

The flowers are blooming," said Ranmuir solemnly, "and my king will see it." Don't you want to see what it looks like when the flowers of the world bloom in the abyss?

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