Soon, Dusk regretted it again.

This little devil is simply stupid and stupid. Can't swim, can't fight, doesn't speak, lives like a half-mute, only sheds pitiful tears - a soft bone that all powerful demons can't help but swallow.

And the biggest headache is that this guy actually follows him all the time!

Even if Dim Yao repeatedly told him that it was me who was chasing and killing that group, and you would only suffer if you followed me, this guy didn't seem to understand the words, and he couldn't drive away.

…… Why should I save such a troublesome thing!

Faint gritted her teeth and took a few quick steps forward. Turn a corner, stop, turn back. The little devil is still quietly behind him.

Faint said angrily: "Why the hell are you following me!?"

The little devil remained silent, his beautiful eyes were red, and his expression was a little blank. The tip of the scale tail hung down on the ground, dragging it all the way with weakness.

Faint had a headache, thinking that this guy couldn't be a disobedient person...... After all, it's strange, where did such a fool come from?

The faint is so annoying, but he is injured in many places, and he has to rely on perseverance to keep moving forward, and he can't walk fast at all, how can he get rid of the bad demon behind him?

I just don't care, just when the thing behind me doesn't exist.

How did the demon king know that the person who was following him at the moment was not a weak and stupid bad demon at all.

When a person is hit hard, the brain cannot think. At this moment, Lanmuir felt like he had become an empty shell.

Fifteen years of cognition and belief collapsed in just two days. What is black becomes white, and what is evil becomes good. The hideous "Demon King" who was smashed with his bow every year was embodied as such a vivid demon boy, hugged him, saved him, and walked two steps in front of him at this moment.

Lanmuir was in a nightmare, dizzy. He didn't know what he was doing with the Demon King, but he didn't know what else he could do if he didn't follow the Demon King.

The abyss was too dark, and they shuttled through the mountains and forests one after the other, like wandering among the fangs of some beast.

Ranmuir began to feel thirsty, and soon became hungry again. His bag was lost when he fell overboard, and now there is nothing. However, as far as the eye can see, there is nothing to look edible and no water source except for scattered grass stalks and dry trees.

The demon boy in front of him slowly stopped and stood against a tree.

Lanmuir's eyes moved, the demon king experienced such a tragic escape, physical strength

The unimaginable consumption, coupled with the constant blood loss, must have been very hungry and thirsty earlier than he did.

Will he eat me? Lanmuir thought that the elders said that demons can eat people, and they also eat demons. Maybe the next moment the Demon King will reveal his murderous nature, then ......

He quietly touched the dagger in his sleeve.

Then perhaps, he will be able to kill the demon king with peace of mind.

"You." Dusk turned around, and his eyes oozed a strange icy light. "I saved you and took you on flight. I don't want you to repay it, at least it has to be of some use. ”

The Young Demon King pointed to the tree in front of him and said hoarsely, "Now, climb up and pick the fruit down."

Ranmuir:

It turned out that the demon king stopped and found food. That's good, but ......

Crawl...... Above... Go......?

Lanmuir clung to the trunk blankly. Twilight stared at him: "Yes, that's right, climb."

Lanmuir hugged the trunk a little tighter and shook his head. Faint was furious: "Crawl!"

Lanmuir jumped up a bit, barely grasping the trunk with his scaly claws, and then there was nothing else to do. He could only let his body cling to the rough bark and snort...... Slide down.

Dusk simply collapsed: can't climb a tree!? How did you get to where you are now!?

- Throughout the ages, what temple god has learned to climb trees? Lanmuir had no choice but to say frankly, "Not really."

In the end, the young demon king still had to climb the tree to pick the fruit by himself. Ranmuir stood below and looked up until the muscular back was hidden in the canopy.

So, it turns out that the demon king doesn't eat people casually, and the god son thought to himself, why did the elder lie to him?

Standing under the tree, Lanmuir looked at a blood-crusted scaly tail faintly emerging from the branches, and couldn't help but think: Are you really the Demon King?

So he shouted softly, "Demon King?"

After a while, a fruit fell from the tree and struck him on the forehead with a wicked eye.

Lanmuir silently covered his forehead and bent down to pick up the fruit. It was small, shriveled, green and with black spots. Miko had never eaten such terrible food. He put it in his mouth and bit it open, a pungent bitterness.

After eating the bitter fruit, Dusk began to move forward again, and Lanmuir still followed.

Watie's pursuers were behind him, and they were still far from a safe distance. Dusk completely gave up the idea of using the guy behind him, and calmly planned his own route, creating traces of interference with the pursuers along the way

to find water and food.

Lanmuir watched and learned, eating and drinking by rubbing a few sips of the remnants of the faint, and barely survived. The two teenagers walked in the mountains for a whole day, and they did not stop moving forward even at night.

The second day of Miko's time in the abyss passed like this.

The condition of the faint light was already terrible, his wounds were untreated, and his tired body barely rested. Until now, it has already reached its limit.

The next day, he began to walk less smoothly, occasionally tripped over rocks or tree roots, or suddenly collapsed. Sometimes, he would be drenched in cold sweat and press the broken corner on his right side against the ground, letting out a restrained moan. Recite.

But each time, he just took a few painful breaths before getting up, and no matter how embarrassed his posture was, he had to keep going.

When he watched this demon clan kneel on the ground for the sixth time, Lan Muir finally couldn't stand it anymore, frowned and shouted: "Demon King.

The young demon king was struggling to prop his elbows on the ground and turned back at the sound. The eyes of the little devil looked at him fixedly, and whispered, "Go any further, and you will die." ”

Dusk hoarse said: "You're talking nonsense. But if you don't go, you'll die. ”

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Muir: "Why did they hunt you down?"

Faint smiled, he squinted and pointed to his right broken corner, and then showed a slightly vicious expression at the little devil, revealing the tip of his teeth.

Ranmuir: "Your horn ......"

Faint shook his head self-deprecatingly, Why, the first time I saw the demon clan with a broken corner? He staggered to his feet, leaning on the trunk of the tree: "Has anyone taught you what a broken horn represents?"

Ranmuir was silent for a moment, and then said, "...... Not taught, but I know. He whispered, "Someone has hurt you." The Young Demon King's movements were imperceptible.

After a while, Dim Flare lowered his head with a complicated expression and muttered to himself: "...... How the hell did you get to this point? ”

Lanmuir was speechless. Of course, Twilight didn't expect an answer.

Maybe it's really impossible to walk, or maybe it's because the night is encroaching on the abyss again.

After walking for a short while, the young demon king finally stopped and said, "I'm going to rest, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, he slowly looked around, picked a big tree that was pleasing to the eye, and climbed it again. This time, even the scale tail was not revealed

Come.

It seems that for the demons who can climb trees

Say, it's a good way to conceal it. But Lanmuir could not climb trees, so he had to curl up and sleep under them.

Ranmuir slept lightly that night, and he was always thinking about the demon in the tree.

For a moment, I thought in a daze: Could the demon king suddenly pounce on me in the middle of the night and eat me? So he woke up, looked up at the tree, and did not move

Quiet.

After a while, I half-dreamed and half-awakened: Will the demon king die by himself? So he woke up again, looked up at the tree, and there was still no movement.

The next morning, Ranmuir woke up. The tree behind him was still quiet.

By the time it was almost noon, the Demon King still hadn't climbed down.

Lanmuir began to realize that something was wrong. He knew that he was being hunted down now, so he didn't dare to shout, so he picked up a broken branch on the ground and slapped the trunk hard.

After a while, the canopy moved suddenly. After a few seconds, suddenly, a black shadow fell straight down and smashed directly into the ground in front of Ranmuir!

"-Demon King!"

Lan Muir's face changed suddenly, he walked over quickly, picked up the young demon king on the ground, and immediately took a light breath.

One night passed, and the young demon king's breath had become weak. He burned all over his body, and several arrow wounds were cracked, oozing blood and pus.

Even though Lanmuir patted him on the cheek to wake him up, he only hummed faintly, his eyes closed tightly, and he seemed to have fallen into a slight coma.

Lanmuir was stunned. He wondered if the Demon King was going to die.

In a short period of time, the mind of the Divine Son was blank, and the first thing that jumped out was actually a bizarre thought:

No, that's not right, isn't the demon king going to die at the hands of the Son of God? He was killed by the Son of God, not in the arms of the Son of God.

Then the young Miko clenched the short sword in his sleeve and thought blankly: It seems that it is still too late. Just stab the short sword into the heart of the Demon King, and everything will be back on track.

However, the thought lingered in his mind for less than a second, and Ranmuir was free from the state of distraction that hung on the verge of collapse. No, he can't kill a child who obviously doesn't have the slightest evil heart like this. Even if you disobey the hadith, you can't do it!

His fingers left the hilt of his sword like an electric shock, and Xia turned to the wound of the faint light—

Lanmuir paused again.

Why can't I do it? It was the first spell he had learned, and he didn't know how many people he had healed over the years, so it could never be wrong......

>No, no! Lanmuir fell into an ice cave, he stared at his hands, the spell was not wrong, but the energy was not quite right. The energy flowing in his veins now doesn't seem to be his mana...... Even, this is not ...... at all It's not mana!!

Lanmuir was so dizzy that he almost choked. What happened to his mana, what exactly did the Mother of God give him, and what was the secret medicine that the elders gave him to drink before leaving?

But there was no time to hesitate.

The mountains and forests seemed to turn into shadows and pressed down on top of his head. Lanmuir forced himself to calm down, he took a deep breath, picked up the young demon king, and turned to walk back and forth!

Suddenly, a cold scaly tail wrapped around his calf.

The Young Demon King was hunched on his shoulder, his messy black hair covering his face, and only a faint voice came: "Don't...... Don't go back.... Head ......"

No, you're too weak now, you have to deal with your wounds, and you need to secure water and food. "I'm not going to look for these, but at least remember the way we came."

If the dim light was awake at this time, he would definitely be surprised that the "little fool" bad demon had such a calm and resolute demeanor. It's a pity that the current demon king doesn't notice these at all.

"......Go forward," Dim Dawn was confused, but he was muttering persistently, "...... Walk on......"

Ranmuir only thinks he is burning and talking nonsense. Yes, it is possible to encounter a pursuer when you turn around, but now that you can't save your life, what else do you say?

Lanmuir raised his leg to return. But the tail of the scales on his calf tightened sharply.

Lanmuir bit his lower lip and said in a dark voice, "....... you said, I don't know anything here, I'm a stupid and weak devil. If you want me to take you forward, where can you go?

The Demon King could no longer answer, and only stubbornly repeated: ......... Go ahead......

Lanmuir felt the strength of the scaly tail on his leg loosen a little, until it finally drooped, and the tip of the tail shook twice, never moving again.

Beelzebub?

The demon boy behind him has completely lost consciousness.

Ranmuir stood in the vast underground mountain forest, and suddenly felt boundless loneliness.

He stood silent for a moment, then turned his head to look ahead at the unknown and threat, and then at all the familiar and reassuring paths.

Miko carried the demon king on his back and walked forward.