On the fourth day, it was still a lifeless move forward.

Lanmuir finally began to feel frightened. Before that, Miko had never tasted fear.

He was the noblest and most holy boy in the world, neither tormented by poverty nor disturbed by ugliness, and all loved him, and he loved all. The education he received since childhood has polished a pious and dedicated heart, and even life and death can be put aside, so what else in the world can make him afraid?

It's all an illusion.

Lanmuir heard a strange gurgling sound, and after a moment he realized that it was the roots of his own teeth trembling and bumping.

The various irrationalities he saw along the way scrambled into the mind of Miko, turning into one guess after another that he did not dare to think about. He wasn't fearless, he just never came into contact with true darkness.

His palms were covered in cold sweat.

There was a muffled noise ahead.

Dusk fell to her knees, holding on to the branch and panting hard, her eyes staring straight into the distance.

After a while, he stood up again.

Ranmuir remembered the worsening wounds he had just seen. He couldn't help but shout out to the Demon King, but he didn't hear it. He hurried over and grabbed the Demon King's wrist: "Let's rest for a day."

Dusk shook her head in silence.

"Go any further, and you'll die."

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

Next, the demon king didn't have the extra strength to tease the little bad demon behind him, and the process of rushing became gradually depressing.

At noon, Twilight broke a branch as a crutch, but he still walked more and more slowly, and he seemed to be weaker and weaker with each minute.

In the afternoon, they were unlucky to find no water or food, so they had to pull out some non-poisonous grass roots. Thirst burned his throat, and hunger made his intestines cramp, and Ranmuir remembered the towel that had been wrung dry.

A mountain forest is stacked on top of each other, and there is no boundary.

In the evening, Dusk Yao finally couldn't walk a step, and they had to rest early.

The hunger and thirst were still unrelieved, but Lanmuir was already calm, and he didn't find it difficult. He curled up under the tree, silently counting the winged insects flying in front of him, thinking about the Mother God, the Elders, the demons, and the abyss.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang in my ears. "…… If I die......"

Lanmuir turned his face. The Demon King leaned tiredly against the trunk of the tree, his eyes were unfocused, his lips were gray and chapped due to blood loss and lack of water, &#

34; …… What are you going to do?"

It was as if he had been poked with a knife in the heart.

I don't know that he is not a lost little devil, it is the son of God who came to assassinate the demon king.

If the Demon King dies, he will return to the rich world and will never have to struggle to survive in the abyss again.

Is it?

Will he be able to go back to the past?

"…… Don't be afraid. "

Dusk Yao closed his eyes and said to himself, "The feather worm flies low, and it will definitely rain the day after tomorrow at the latest." After saying that, he staggered to his feet, and somehow squeezed out a little strength, and climbed up the trunk of the tree.

The next morning, Ranmuir woke up. He saw that the mountains and forests were still quiet, and there was no sign of rain, and even the tree behind him was 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.

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.

As the night passed, the dim light had become faint. He was sick, burned all over his body, and several arrow wounds were all 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.

"Demon King," Lanmuir gritted his teeth, "Dim...... Faint!" No matter how I called, there was no response.

In a short period of time, Miko's mind was blank, and the first thing that jumped out was actually a bizarre thought: he thought, is the demon king going to die? But 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.

The overwhelming sense of absurdity weighed down Ranmuir to breathe.

In the past three days, he followed the demon king like a puppet and walked and stopped, and at this moment he was finally forced to wake up-

He thought of the hands on the cliffs, the hugs and swims in the icy lake, the fruits thrown from the trees, and the two ancient characters reflected in the bonfire in the early morning.

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What a demon king.

Goddess, can't you see it, this is obviously just a young man with no evil thoughts. He couldn't kill such a life that hadn't done evil. Even if you disobey the hadith, you can't do it!

Lanmuir took a deep breath, reached over his faint wound, and paused in horror.

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......

Lanmuir fell into an ice cave, staring at his hands. No, something is wrong, the energy flowing in his veins now doesn't seem to be his mana...... Even, this is not ...... at all It's not mana!!

What happened to his mana? What did the Mother of God give him, and what was the secret medicine that the elders gave him to drink before leaving!? Ranmuir was dizzy, he finally realized that he must have been scammed, but he didn't know how big the scam was.

"Ahem......"

The Demon King struggled weakly in his arms, coughing up a little blood foam from the corner of his lips.

The mountains and forests seemed to turn into shadows and pressed down on top of his head. There is no time to hesitate.

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 need to secure water and food, and your wounds need to be treated." "I'm not going to look for these, but at least remember the way we came."

If the dim light had been awake at this time, he would have been surprised that the "little fool" could speak so quietly and coherently. It's a pity that the current demon king doesn't notice these at all.

"Go forward...... "Faint consciousness is blurred, but he is persistently muttering, "...... 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 that I don't know anything here, I'm a stupid and weak devil. Take you forward, and where can you go?"

The Demon King could no longer answer, and only stubbornly repeated: "...... Walk on......"

Lanmuir felt the strength of the scaly tail on his leg

A little slack, until it finally falls,

The tip of the tail shook twice, and it didn't move again.

"Demon King?"

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.

Moving forward, it is easy to say, but it is not easy.

In the first fifteen years of Lanmuir's life, not to mention that he had never entered the mountains, he had never even left the royal city. Every step of the way that the Son of God walked would be swept in advance, and the carpet would be laid out, and there would be no pain in stepping on it barefoot.

Now that there is no demon king in front, let alone foraging, he doesn't even dare to gnaw on the weed roots in the cracks of the stone, for fear that he will be poisoned and fall to the ground if he bites down.

The only reason for this is that he is indeed strong.

The first beast to suffer looked like a wolf, but was twice as large as a normal wolf, with golden eyes and iron-colored fur. It wasn't until seven years later that Ranmuir learned that it was called a dead wolf, and that its liver was to be eaten raw during the royal court's feasting ceremony.

At that time, the young Miko didn't understand, and only knew that the only advantage of the Demon King's coma was that he didn't have to hide his strength anymore. Lanmuel drew his dagger and, after a grappling fight, slew it neatly.

The black wolf fell to the ground and quickly lost his breath, blood gushing out of his slitted throat.

Lanmuir carried the unconscious demon king to the wolf's corpse. He endured the tingling sensation on his scalp, took a deep breath, and leaned over to take a mouthful of the blood of the demonic beast-

"Ahem...!!"

Ranmuir covered his mouth with a pale face and choked on his cough. He usually doesn't even eat anything that tastes a little heavier, but now he has to drink the blood of beasts raw......

He closed his eyes and pinched his palm, endured his stomach and took another mouthful of blood, and lowered his head to feed the demon boy in his arms.

"Hmm......" faint sounds in her throat. He burned unconscious, and rubbed weakly against Ranmuir's cool neck. Lanmuir thought that the faint could not bear the sweet blood of the beast, so he touched the young man's cheek and said softly, "Don't move...... There is no water, only this can be given to you.

Wolf blood flowed down between the lips and splattered in a ticking motion.

Lan Muir held the demon king in the back of his head, and he bowed his head deeply, pressing his tongue against the other party's cold tongue, sending the fishy sweet liquid in.

The blonde hair fell loosely, obscuring their faces.

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Then, he learned to look faint, and used his short sword to peel off the outer fur of the demonic beast, cutting off the red and white pieces of flesh. He first condensed the "mana" in his body into a black flame in the palm of his hand, and then lit a fire with a dead branch and barely roasted it. It's hard to say if it's cooked or not.,Anyway, the demons can even eat raw meat.,It should be no problem, right?

Lanmuir bites the meat and feeds it to Faint.

Gradually, demonic beasts followed the smell to find them, and Lanmuir knew that he couldn't stay long, so he picked up the dim and left here.

He relied on the light of the enchantment above his head to make his way, and struggled to move under the covetousness of the flying away and the beast.

Luckily, by noon, he had found a clean source of water, so he did a simple treatment for the Demon King's wounds. The rotten flesh is removed, rinsed with water, and the fabric of the garment is torn and bandaged.

Gradually, the vegetation ahead became scarce, and the bare mountains were bare. Exposed. It's a little easier to move forward, but it's a lot more cumbersome to get water.

The sky was starting to get overcast.

Ranmuir thought that it would rain when he thought it would rain, so he looked for shelter. He carried the demon king into a small cave, thought about it, and went out to collect some branches to come in. In less than half an hour, it rained heavily

Basin.

Lanmuir piled up the branches and lit them with that black flame, warming up the cold cavern a little.

He held the Demon King in his arms and stared at the rain outside.

This is already the fifth day. His time to stay in the abyss was running out.

Suddenly, the demon boy in his arms moved. Lanmuir: "The Demon King?"

Dusk woke up, he slowly opened his eyes, and stared hazely at the small rough fire in front of him. He said hoarsely: You can actually make fire......

Ranmuir:

Sorry, not really.

"How do you feel?" Ranmuir tried to fool around, he touched his faint forehead, still burning badly, "Do you want water? It's raining outside.

Dusk closed her eyes and nodded with little strength. The rain in the abyss should not be drunk, it has miasma, but now it is not so particular.

He taught the little devil to find the right leaves, the kind that were hard and wide. The little one obediently ran out in the rain, and when he came back he was drenched with scales and glowing with loveliness.

The little devil took the water-filled leaf in his arms, carefully knelt in front of him, and fed him water.

You......

/ > faint Yao had mixed feelings in his heart, and reluctantly reached out to brush away the little devil's soaked blonde hair, "You're ready...... You've been following me all the time?"

Lanmuir shook his head and thought, "How could I be?"

"I'll give you a name."

Ranmuir still shook his head: "Just call me a fool."

Dim thought it was funny, but he didn't have the strength to laugh anymore. The pain burned every bone in him.

The rain outside the cave was getting louder.

After a while, the dim light gradually became unresponsive again. Lanmuir was a little anxious, so he simply took water himself and fed him mouth-to-mouth as before.

The fire twisted the shadows of the two little demons into one and quietly cast them on the stone wall.

From afternoon to evening, the situation of the faint light went back and forth, sometimes getting better, sometimes worsening.

In the middle of the night, Ranmuir didn't dare to close his eyes, he held the demon king in his arms, and habitually wanted to pray to the Divine Mother, but he didn't know what to pray.

In the early hours of the sixth day, he woke up, and this time he seemed to feel a lot better, and even wanted to move on.

But the rain outside was still very heavy, and after measuring it, the Rao is Demon King also gave up the idea of traveling in the rain and decided to delay in the cave for another day.

Ranmuir said, "I'll go around and find something to eat."

"Don't go. On rainy days, it's hard to find anything to eat, and you might even slide down the hillside. "Dusk Yao held up the ground for a moment, and said in a dumb voice, Help me." Don't move, what do you want?" Help me to sit up. ”

Lanmuir helped Dusk to his feet and allowed him to lean lightly against the stone wall of the cavern. The Young Demon King slowed down and slowly took something out of his arms.

Lanmuir's eyes moved.

It was the honey feather arrow that he shot with his own hands.

"Stay away. Dusk glanced at him and stepped back. Retreat......... Right. ”

Ranmuir stepped back, his right hand quietly gripping the hilt of the dagger, and quickly released it.

It doesn't matter, now that the Demon King is weak like this, even if he retrieves the Demon Breath, he will not be his opponent. In case the situation changes, it is a big deal to stab the sword.

"Don't go anywhere, just stay here." Dusk slashed his palm with an arrowhead, "I need a little time, if the pursuers come, call me."