In his sixth year, Ranmuir told him the story of the Mother of Light.

"Legend has it that when the Divine Mother of Light was still a mortal......" "Why, the Divine Mother of Light was still a mortal?"

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In his memory, Ranmuir turned his head and smiled at him, "That's what it said in the original hadith."

At that time, they were preparing for another year's royal court audience.

In the sixth year, the war subsided, the position of the Faint Demon King was secured, and the major tribes were loyal to the royal court. The cries under the butcher's knife became less and the cries of the newborn baby in the mother's arms became more numerous.

Not far away, several demon children who were less than ten years old shouted and ran blindly, saying that they were going to catch bell worms.

The adult demons kicked the cubs one by one, and swore them under the armpits: "Hey, I don't know if I'm alive or dead! Ten years ago, a little ghost like you was going to be caught and put in the pot......"

Lanmuir was intrigued and couldn't help but laugh.

He wore a linen robe, with his sleeves rolled up high and his hem tied up, revealing his slender calves. In his arms was freshly chopped firewood, a little heavy, and he shook it.

Dusk Yao walked over from behind and reached out to scoop up the firewood from Lanmuir's arms: "And then?"

Lanmuir: "...... What are you doing, how are you even robbing slaves? I was going to chop wood just now, and you can grab it too. "

"You can't hold it, and if you take a few more steps, you'll definitely fall."

The Demon King raised his eyebrows undoubtedly, and poked Lan Muir's back with his scales, "Chopping wood, you won't know this, I'll teach you next time...... Keep telling your story. "

It's a strange thing, the monarch is working for the slaves, and the slaves are empty-handed, all they need to do is tell the story.

Ranmuir had no choice but to clear his throat and continue. Legend has it that before the Mother of Light became a god, she was the smallest and most beautiful princess in the human kingdom, living in a palatial castle and enjoying a luxurious life.

Until the night of the eighteen-year-old adulthood, the princess walked out of the castle, only to see that the world was full of evil, plunder and oppression everywhere, and the commoners were living in misery.

She burst into tears and asked, "Ah, why is there so much darkness in the world?" And he said, I will not let all these things go.

Dusk: "Oh, like you!"

After the princess was shaken, she sold all her jewelry and treasures, horses and incense carts in an attempt to relieve the common people.

However, the seemingly huge wealth invested in the people is only a drop in the bucket, and the current scene of suffering shows no signs of change.

The princess could not help but ask again with sorrow: "Ah, why is there so much darkness in the world?" And he said, I will not let all these things go.

Those little demon troubles were also listening. They imitated Ranmuir's tone and shouted, "Ah, why?" "Why—"

Despite the hardships of her parents, the princess left the castle in cloth.

She went out into the crowd and edification, singing the praises of goodness and nobility, and refuting cruelty and meanness. She walked barefoot on the dry earth, thorns pierced the soles of her feet, and flowers bloomed where the blood flowed.

But there are too many wicked people in the world, and the princess has experienced deception, betrayal, and abandonment, and was finally stabbed to death by the infidels on the road of preaching.

Finally, as she lay dying, she complained to the boundless night: Ah, why is there no end to the darkness of the world? I will not let this go.

With that, the princess stopped breathing at the cries of the faithful.

Dusk was shocked: "Dead?? Why are you Terran myths so miserable!"

Lanmuir smiled at the Demon King, and continued to speak in a poetic tone:

"…… The believers decorated his sacrament and wanted to bury him; As he was carrying the coffin towards the cemetery, at the end of the night, the first rays of the sun shone on his face, and flowers and plants grew around him, and a sweet spring gushed out, and he sat up and was resurrected.

"He went into heaven, to the highest, and became the eternal light of all knowing, all-powerful;

"His believers in the world prayed to him, and he heard and answered; He leads the wandering lost to the right path and gives salvation to the pious and good. "

"—This is the story of 'Three Questions of the Mother of God' and 'Becoming a God at Sunrise'."

By the time Ranmuir had finished, Dusk had already built a very high bonfire rack of dry firewood. The demons gazed with reverence at their handsome king and the beautiful slave beside him.

"Unfortunately, only the first hadith records the mortal stories of the Mother of God. It was written in ancient Chinese, and in my former kingdom, fewer and fewer people could read it. "

Ranmuir was amazed and said, "The present temple no longer speaks of that to the people. The people of the kingdom read more often about the New Hadith, in which only the story of the Mother of Light, who became an eternal being, dispelled darkness and edified the earth...... I still prefer the old classics. "

Dusk Yao thought about it, but still said: "This princess of the god mother, like you

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Ranmuir laughed, and said "disrespectful" in his heart, and then said, "After all, I grew up under the hadith."

"But now you're the demon's possession, and you've got scales yourself."

Dim pointed at him viciously: "If you are dying one day, your god will definitely not save you, only me, the demons, will save you—okay, let's go."

In this way, the slave who only told the story and did not work was taken away by the demon king. They went to inspect the offerings at the food ceremony, which was the last part of the night.

Now Lanmuir was no longer frightened by the bloody organs, but asked earnestly, "My king, can you give me a bite this time?"

Faint: "Don't be stupid, if you can't eat it and spit it out, it's my face that will be lost."

Lanmuir insisted: "No, I can already eat raw food."

Dusk: "No, what kind of good thing are you supposed to be?"

Lanmuir had no choice but to give up. Dusk Yao touched the top of his head: "Good, when the ceremony is over, I will bake it for you to eat alone."

Ranmuir couldn't help but laugh: "...... Am I here for a bite?"

Late at night, they walked back to the palace.

Intending to make Lanmuir happy, Twilight suddenly bent down from behind and picked up the human.

Ranmuir really smiled, and pushed him but didn't push away, so he obediently found a comfortable position in the crook of the demon king's arm, and said, "I want to go to the enchantment cliff to see my flowers."

Dusk: "It's not going to open."

Lanmuir: "Maybe?"

Dusk: "It's too far."

Lanmuir: "Ride over now, and you'll be back by tomorrow morning."

Now, the Demon King is treating his slaves better and better. But whatever Ranmuir asks him for

, as long as it doesn't make it too embarrassing, and it doesn't hurt the slave's body, Dusk only snorted twice on his mouth and agreed.

He carried Ranmuir to the stable, placing the man on his mount before untying the reins. After taking two steps with the wildebeest in his hands, Twilight also got on his horse and sat down behind Ranmuir.

Drive.

The wildebeest skirted the path out of the royal court, and the cliff moon lit the way for them.

Say, my king......

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Muir leaned against the faint bosom, and the bone ornament on his chest throbbed: "Does God need man as a believer, or does man need God as a believer?

"I don't understand." Dusk said nonchalantly.

In fact, he enjoyed riding with Ranmuir. The human was a circle smaller than the demons, and he held the reins behind him, and Lanmuir was encircled in the space between his arms. The possessiveness of the demon king will be greatly satisfied at this time, and even the boring journey of "going to see the flowers that are destined not to bloom" will become gratifying.

Dim: "If you want me to say, both believers and believers are deceitful."

"Yes."

Lanmuir looked up at the glimmer of the cliff moon with a peaceful expression, and stroked the wildebeest's mane, In fact, in the first few years after knowing the truth about the demons, I often wondered what my years of faith were. ”

"But it wasn't until this year that I suddenly began to feel that even if the Mother of God never came, as long as faith can lead people in the right direction, it can't be said to be a fallacy."

Even if God is false, the words of encouragement spoken by the mouth of God are true. He was the one who led me here. No matter the last ...... I don't regret the result.

At the end, the dim heart seemed to be lightly touched.

He quietly looked at the slave's demeanor, and there was a lonely smile in Lanmuir's eyes. So the demon king's heart was touched again, and it was a little sore.

"That's a nice word," the Demon King snorted, and then, you should persuade me to believe in God?

"I'm not that uninteresting." However, if the story of the Mother of God exhorts you to do good, I would be happy to recite it for you from beginning to end, five times or ten times.

How many times have I said that there is no good end to indiscriminate kindness in the abyss......

The Barrier Cliff is not very close to the royal court. It was late at night when we arrived, and it was still a barren place, with no signs of flowers blooming.

Faint held Lanmuir in his arms and walked to the top step by step. Disappointed again, satisfied this time?

Dusk found a clean place to put Ranmuir down, untied the cloak he was wearing, and wrapped Ranmuir. Lan Muir did not refuse, but suddenly raised his head and looked at the faint light seriously: "My king, have you ever suffered a loss because of your kindness?" Dusk Yao immediately showed a humiliated and angry look: Nonsense, how could I suffer such a stupid loss?

Lanmuir concluded: Definitely. &

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Dusk: Proof?

Lanmuir: "Even now, my king speaks harsh words, but he always treats his people who are loyal to the royal court."

Dim was angry and funny, and thought to himself: What kind of evidence is this?

Ranmuir was also a cunning fellow, and he usually wanted to beat around the bush and say that he was cruel, and stopped him from killing prisoners every day, and at this time, he wanted to hear the embarrassing story of his kindness and suffering, and began to praise him again.

But the cunning of slaves was just beginning.

Do you have? Lanmuir leaned over, sat down on his lap, and looked up to kiss him on the lips. The soft arm went around his waist and stroked the base of his scales and tails, "Definitely."

The corner of his dazzling eyes jumped, and he was provoked to react almost instantly-the little clam shell of the year had cultivated into a charming kraken, and he was pinched to death.

In the blink of an eye, the cloak that he had just put on was torn off, and the dim squeezed Ranmuir's calf, pinning the human against the cliff.

"Lighter. Lanmuir whispered, touching his waist with his knee, and it would hurt to melt on the cliff. ”

It was an absolute surprise that a boring night turned into a pleasant night.

The demon king has learned to hurt people, and in the past few years, he wanted to tie up Lanmuir and make a temper to faint and then wake up, but now he can also be gentle and drizzly.

He was also afraid that the delicate skin of human beings would be bruised, so he restrained himself from doing it once and then let Lanmuir sit on it. The slave had always disliked this posture and was tired, but tonight he had something else to ask for, so he had to reluctantly cooperate. I did it once, and I didn't want to continue.

Twilight kissed him, held the human in his arms, and told him stories in reward.

"The signs of my bloodline's awakening appeared very early, when I was young and felt that I was the king of all the demons in the abyss, and that I was born to protect my people—if that could be considered kind.

Lanmuir gently calmed his tired wheezing, his head resting on his dim arms, and his eyes were clear.

Dusk Yao thought for a moment, and then said, "Thirteen years ago, the year you shot my right corner, I saved a bad demon."

At that time, Wa Tie was leading a group of troops to chase me down, and the guy broke in by mistake, and was stupid by the sight of the rain of arrows and demons. I pulled him by the hand and ran with him...... It's not kind, but I don't think I can watch the people passing by be harmed by me, and then ......

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Dizzy paused, and a dark cloud appeared under his eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was also suppressed: "Later, one night, he disappeared."

The next morning, when I was awakened by the sound of the hooves of the wildebeest, I saw the army of Watie coming up in front of me.

Ranmuir's breathing trembled visibly.

Shot me, a total of four arrows. Dusk lowered his voice as he pulled the palm of the human's hand, one of which was a bow opened by Watie himself, containing his demonic breath.

...... from here

He pressed Lanmuir's hand to his chest and shared the worst scar of the past: straight through the past. When I turned around, I saw a bloodied arrow nailed into the rock behind me. Then I slowly tilted my gaze, and then I realized that I was falling down...... That was the closest I was to death.

Lanmuir's fingertips pressed against the scales of the Demon King's chest, and he shivered unconsciously. His Adam's apple moved, as if chewing on unbearable bitterness, and it took a long time to speak: So, your old wounds......

Yes, this time.

Faint lowered her eyes and said slowly, "Since then, I can no longer squander my magic breath, and once I consume it too much, I will be devoured.

To this day, I don't know where that bad demon went...... Did he betray me? Left me behind and ran away? Hungry at night and went out to look for food and was taken away by a monster? I don't know, but he promised to keep a vigil for me, but it's gone. ”