Unlike docile mana, demonic breath is born from the miasma and fire of the earth, and is inherently violent and scorching energy.

It is not unreasonable for the demons to symbolize the dignity of the bloodline, and they rely on the horns to control the demon's breath.

Faint lost the right corner, and his control over the demon's breath was already weakened. It is not surprising that he was burned by the breath of other great demons after being seriously injured, and then he was not properly healed, and finally left with an incurable illness.

"Speaking of which, I fought with you for three days, and I almost didn't die suddenly when I went back......"

Suddenly, he frowned: "—Lanmuir, what are you shaking?"

He lifted Lanmuir's chin, the slave's face almost transparent, his teeth biting into his lip, and indeed trembling slightly. Dim Yao laughed out loud in amazement: "What's the matter, scares you out?"

"I've been in the abyss for six years, and I'm still crying and trembling at every turn...... You said to yourself, did I protect you too well?"

Lanmuir let out a soft "um" and buried his head in the arms of the faint yao. Dusk was so cute again, and patted him in a half-hugging position: "Good."

The demon king said: "Later, the demons I met were more vicious than the other, but I didn't lose to them, and I slaughtered them in the end, and they all knelt in front of me and wagged their tails and begged for mercy...... In a land where God will not come, this is the way to survive. "

"But you haven't taken revenge on the vanished demon, and you don't even know where he's gone." "The bad devil deserves my concern?" I thought you would get back on your eyes. ”

"Nothing." Dimmy chuckled, "You're the only enemy that really worries me. "

"But I did hate, not because I hated that bad devil, but because I hated myself for being careless and stupid. It's not worth dying in that kind of place.

Stunned, he slipped out a sentence: "I haven't had time to meet you yet."

Lanmuir was stunned, and the Demon King immediately reacted. He was annoyed by his gaffe, and quickly made amends: "I mean—I haven't had time to get revenge on you, I mean." "

This isn't just nonsense, Dim Yao thought to himself. How many times when he was dying, all he thought in his heart was: he can't die, and he hasn't found the blonde boy who shoots arrows...

That night, they found a stone in the Barrier Cliff and slept hastily on a stone that did not have to worry about the fire, and rode back the next morning on a wildebeest.

The demons of the royal court are accustomed to seeing their king with Ranmuir

Adults rode around on horseback, and when they met on the road, they saluted. The king rarely responded, but Lord Lanmuir always nodded and smiled at them.

At this year's Audience Ceremony, there are still human figures next to the Demon King.

Something unprecedented happened, and this year's audience was bloodless. The leaders of the various tribes pledged allegiance to their common king and were given a share of the food. They still duel with the noise of their clansmen, but before life or death is endangered, the white-robed and silver-haired human will always shout and say, "The victory is decided." ”

After dark, the chiefs from all over the world dance their hometowns.

Ranmuir also went to dance, he curled his long hair, took off his robes, and smeared his body with blue and red plant juice like the demon dancers, and only tied a variety of bone ornaments around his waist to cover his private parts.

In the end, he was almost naked. Walking naked into the firelight, revealing her smooth, snow-white and tight limbs and chest.

All the demons were stunned. They opened their mouths in astonishment, and they all looked at their king—

Click! Dusk smashed the wooden wine glass with her bare hands, and her whole face was distorted. He stood up eerily, walked past the reveling demon dancers, and dragged Ranmuir out.

"—why undress!"

Lan Muir was at a loss: "Aren't all demons dancing like this?"

Dim Yao's face turned pale: "Fuck off! We have a shroud of scales, do you!?"

Lanmuir: "Me too!"

Dusk: "That's all, you can count all of them, can you count them?"

As he spoke, the Demon King went to scratch the place where the human beings did not have scales. Lanmuir smiled and dodged two steps, one of which was picked up and hugged by the faint again, and his feet were off the ground—

Twilight carried him to the bath behind the palace.

What a familiar scene. Just like many years ago, the Demon King used a cloth towel dipped in water to wash the color of the human body. When Ranmuir was clean, the dim was still feeling the scales that had sprouted on the human's back.

"If only I could be covered with scales." Lanmuir said. "What's so good about scales." Dim Yao picked up a handful of water and poured it on his head, and said gloomily, "Ugly, ugly."

"What's more, scarcity is precious, you are the only human slave in the abyss, I need you. If you become a demon, I don't want you

Finish.

Lanmuir turned around and smiled at the Demon King. From his hair and eyelashes to the bridge of his nose and lips, everything was drenched

Draining water, more like a kraken. "Ah, what should I do?" He asked.

Twilight thought for a moment, and said in a conclusive tone, "You will be thrown into the slave shed, and you will eat poisonous weeds and worms every day."

That touching smile faded little by little in my memory.

The demon's breath kicked up the snow on the ground like a hurricane, and Lanmuir sat in the middle, his skin cracking and oozing blood, and new scales growing out at a strange speed, and in the blink of an eye, half of his face was crawling.

"No!" The high priest of the Gurillon tribe staggered two steps.

The old devil's eyes seemed to alternate between despair and hope, and his lips trembled: "Could it be that the real ...... in the prophecy The real Demon King......!!"

"What!" The leader, Glouron, turned back in a furious and flew up with a kick that knocked the old priest to the ground, "What are you talking about, old thing!?"

Could it be that the so-called real demon king in the prophecy turned out to be a human being!? Impossible, how could there be such a thing...... Yin Sha struggled to get up from the ground, feeling the emptiness in his veins in disbelief

Feel.

He suddenly looked at the faint light, what about the Broken Horn Demon King? How do you feel now?

No demon king would be willing to watch another demon king born right under his nose, and Yin Sha was sure of that. Not to mention that it was still the former slave and enemy of the Demon King......

Countless eyes are on the Broken Horn Demon King, and the demons are waiting for an ending.

But the dim light did not move. The snowflakes kept falling on his hair, until the section of the right corner had accumulated a thin layer of white, and he was still standing in place.

It was the human who made the first move.

"My King's ......"

The blood from Ranmuir's lips kept falling. He went in the direction of the faint light

Stretched out his hand, blinked his sloppy eyes, and whispered weakly, "Ahem...... Hug me...... I couldn't stand up. ”

Footsteps sounded in the snow.

Closer and closer, until they stopped in front of them.

Dusk Yao bent down to his knees, his eyes wet red, and silently hugged Ranmuir sideways.

The human went around the demon's neck, buried his face in the latter's chest, and muttered, "I'm sorry. But I really ...... Really want you to live...... I'm sorry.

Dizzy lips moved, as if they wanted to laugh, but they couldn't. In the end, in the face of his lover who was no longer an enemy, he still showed a look full of hatred.

"

; Lanmuir, he said, You love all things in the world, and you are so willful to me?

Lanmuir closed his eyes—

Finally, he had enough and enough pure demonic breath. Dusk doesn't need to lend power, and it no longer needs to fight another demon lord to the death. And himself ..

It's not that he doesn't know what his choice means. Mana and demonic breath are connected into the body, these are two diametrically opposed energies, even honey gold can't be contained at the same time, let alone the physical body of a living being?

But anyway...... Lanmuir thought to himself sadly that he was no longer destined to live, but it was only a matter of a few days earlier or a few days later. There were no more demons talking around.

When Dim Dawn walked towards the way from which he came, holding the dying Ranmuir, even Gurelong and Yin Sha could only stare in tears.

The back of the demon king walked into the barren forest and found the wildebeest when he came. Dusk Flaunt stepped into the saddle with Ranmuir, wrapped his left hand around the human's cold shoulder and neck, and picked up the reins with his right hand.

"My harp ......," Ranmuir asked softly, "did you fetch it for me?" Fetched, here it is. "That'...... Please take me there. "Okay."

It doesn't have to be said where to go, they all know.

Lanmuir had set a deadline for his life, and there was one last thing that had to be done before he could say goodbye.

The wildebeest galloped through the snow, leaving all strife behind. They went in the direction of the Barrier Cliff, towards the endgame that had spanned two hundred years.

Ranmuir fell into a coma shortly after being picked up by Faint, and about half an hour later, he slowly woke up again, and reluctantly raised his head.

My King.........

Twilight tightened her arms and let Lanmuir rest on her shoulder: "I'm here."

The snow fell on the man's cheek, and the faint light wiped it off with the palm of his hand. As soon as half an hour passed, almost half of Ranmuir's face was covered in scales, and the demonic breath of the Yin Sha was still eroding him.

Yes...... Lanmuir seemed to be extremely tired, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and he whispered softly like a dream, There is a ...... Secret...... I've always ...... I didn't dare to tell you......

Faint shook her head bitterly. At this point, it seems that everything does not matter. The Demon King even felt that his heart had become a hollow, he didn't care about any secrets at all, he just wanted to listen to Lanmuir a few more words

Speech.

"That," so he said, you tell me now

, and it's not too late.

But Ranmuir wept again. This human has a tough soul that the demon king has only seen in his life, but he always cries, always crying. Tears wet the scales at the end of the eye, making it glow.

city

Lanmuir raised his hand and touched his dim face: "...... Fourteen years ago, I once saw your ...... "@无限好文, all in Jinjiang literature

Dim Yao subconsciously held the hand and wrapped it in his palm along with the rough reins: "Of course you've seen me. ”

Lanmuir shook his head vigorously and said, "No."

In the distance, at the end of the earth, there is a lonely darkness, as the Mother of God in the old hadith once complained, boundless and endless.

Not outside the enchantment. Is it in ...... In this abyss. He said, "In the mountains, in the glacial lakes, in the caves, in the wilderness." Our palms used to be connected, like ......

Ranmuir's gaze slowly fell, and he shook back his dim hand, even if it was weak, yes, just like now.

Dim Shine froze. He was half surprised, half dazed: You......

Suddenly, the Demon King's heart shook rapidly, and his whole body felt numb as if he had been electrocuted! His pupils dilated with hindsight, and a white mist came out of his mouth; He reached out again, quickly wiping away the snow that had fallen on Ranmuir's face—

Faint suddenly took a breath.

In a trance, Lanmuir's scaly face vaguely overlapped with a facial feature in the depths of his memory that he almost had forgotten!

This lilac, melancholy eyes......

Yes you!2

The dim glow made an indescribable sound, like a sad laugh, like a cry of joy. He hugged the human in his arms in confusion, how could it be you!? How could you be-

No, no, he pushed away the fragments of thoughts that were messing around in his head almost like crazy. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Could Ranmuir be the one who disappeared back then? It didn't matter at all, at this moment, what was it that made his already cold heart beat violently again? The key that really matters......

That tune, ahem...... With great difficulty, Ranmuir reached out and sideways removed the Snow Leaf Harp from the saddle.

I haven't explained to you why I played 'Curse the Demons' that night.

/ > Lanmuir forced himself to stand up, and Dim Yao quickly helped him to lean on his arms. The sleeve accidentally swept the strings, causing it to emit a long-lasting sound.

It's such a sound that wonderfully calms the dim heart. The Demon King suddenly grasped the key to the resurrection of his soul.

- His human race once completely transformed into a demon race, and then turned back into a human race, and then lived for seven years, leaving no trace of entering the abyss.

Previously, Ranmuir had admitted that the temple had a secret method to remove demonic breath and miasma, and sure enough, it was ......!

Before I tell you the origin of everything, listen to me sing that song again.

Lanmuir leaned around the harp and plucked the strings. He played, and sang weakly but clearly—

"I know all the mighty......

My bright golden sun;

Where there is a soul that wanders in iniquity, there is Him who rises.

The Seventh Year of the Demon King's Captivity of the Holy Monarch, Volume 1. finish