"No...... Impossible. ”

Lanmuir's eyes were dizzy with the light, the light of the sun, the light of the breath.

He had exhausted his strength in the process of opening the enchantment, and now let alone resist, he couldn't even look back at the appearance of the demon king, so he could only gasp intermittently: "I...... I can't go back...... Dusk, if you can't win the bet, you will only die in vain! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, bad luck!"

Dusk Yao took another step forward, and the scale claws tore through the gaps in the circle with difficulty: "You said that if you don't win, you won't bet?" You say you won't break through if you don't have a way to live? If I had done this, I would have died fourteen years ago!! ”

Lanmuir's heart contracted violently.

He opened his mouth blankly, not knowing how to persuade him again. I only felt that the temperature coming from behind me was so hot that it was desperate.

…… It's his fault.

He shouldn't have let Faint Shine accompany him to the Barrier Cliff, and he shouldn't have concealed his situation of being rejected by his people when telling stories;

He shouldn't have failed to discover that he loved himself earlier, and he shouldn't have believed what the demon king said, "You can give up."

They had talked about love and parting, more than once.

In the following years, the relationship between the demon king and his slaves eased, and there was basically nothing to talk about. The concepts of humans and demons are very different, and it is interesting to debate.

"So, Lanmuir, why does the son of your temple have to be abstinent?"

On a cool night, Lanmuir closed his eyes and lay on his back on the field, the grass under him was wet and cold. Feel the pulse of the earth with a bare back.

After the fusion, there seemed to be still the heat left by the faint in the body cavity, which was also fading in the wind.

"It must be your human prejudice that feels that it is not clean to do this."

Dusk Yao grabbed the robe next to him, draped it on him casually, and squinted: "Lanmuir, do you think I'm dirty too?" ”

Lanmuir failed to detect the hidden emotions hidden under the demon king's sarcastic tone, and only leaned idly on the grass.

"You're here again." He tugged half of his face into Faint Flare's arms, "If that were the case, the slaves would be just as dirty as you were anyway...... Hiss! ”

- Before he finished speaking, the Demon King's face turned dark, and he turned his head and bit him on the shoulder.

At that time, Lanmuir was bitten by this beast that suddenly exploded, and he was confused and thought: Why are you angry, can't you follow your words?

He touched his faint hair helplessly, and kneaded the root of the corner with his fingers: "Wrong, my fault, don't bite me......"

The little tricks to appease quickly worked. Dizzy reluctantly grinded him with the tip of her teeth for a moment, loosening his mouth, leaving a mark on his round, fair shoulder.

Ranmuir: "It's not a question of dirty or not, didn't you say it before, our doctrine is based on restraint as a virtue." ”

Dimmy: "It's ridiculous, the demon clan is in the abyss, and he longs for possession but has to give it up." You human beings have everything, but you take giving up as a good deed. Isn't that a grievance in vain and a 'giving up' of yourself? ”

Ranmuir: "Haven't my king heard the word self-sacrifice?" Sacrificing oneself for oneself is small love, and sacrificing oneself for others is great love. ”

"Hmph, I think that's stupid."

"How can you be stupid?"

"Take you as an example, should I give up because you don't like to merge with me? I

Lose your slave at night (),

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My king does not need to love me...... Hiss! Why are you biting me again? ……”

……

Memories melt into the wind of angry howls.

Lanmuir's tears and blood from the corners of his lips kept sliding down.

He took a slight breath, and his weak voice trembled obviously: "My king is dim, please listen to me......"

It was his fault, Ranmuir thought.

It was he who taught the faint to "give up himself", and it was he who spent seven years domesticating the soaring eagle, but he was unconscious.

And now, he couldn't stop Faint from gambling for him.

"My body is broken, and my kingdom will not accept me...... Even if you return to the world, it will be difficult to live again...... And if you release me, there will be dissatisfaction with the demons. ”

Lanmuir closed his eyes and pleaded in a mournful voice, "I don't want to ...... Seeing war and suspicion in the abyss again, I don't want to gamble with your life......"

"Now, I have fulfilled all my wishes, and I am happy to die without regrets...... It's that I don't want to live, it's that I don't want to live...... Let my king feel sorry for me and satisfy me...... All right? ”

I don't know if he pleaded too pitifully. Hearing this, the force that had been suppressing him at the edge of the enchantment suddenly relaxed for a moment.

Lanmuir's expression moved, and he took the opportunity to turn around sharply—

He finally came face to face and saw what Dim Yao looked like at this time.

The Demon King stood there, the scales all cracked across his body, his limbs and torso as if they had been shredded by cracked lines, bleeding from each other, and there was not a single place left intact - black flames were spreading uncontrollably from where his heart was, as if to burn it alive.

But the dim eyes were so calm that he stopped violently squeezing his human, but instead ruffled Ranmuir's silver hair with his bleeding hot fingers.

“…… Lanmuir," he said slowly, tilting his head to stare at the Holy Monarch's face, "I ask you." ”

"Do you want to live anything for yourself in this life?"

"It's not about responsibility, it's not about good or evil, it's not about right or wrong...... Have you ever chased something for your own lust? ”

"If so, what is it?"

"You name one, and I'll stop."

Ranmuir breathed heavily, he frowned and pondered, isn't this simple?

But the memory turned page after page, like a snowflake that was melting in front of me. No, no, he couldn't find an answer that would satisfy the Demon King.

The first fifteen years of his life were noble and luxurious, and he lacked everything.

He who walks in the hadith, who seeks goodness and truth, and who loves the millions of people within the borders of the land.

In the next fourteen years of his life, he was burdened with sins and struggling to seek, how could he dare to chase any selfish desires?

With red eyes, he swallowed the blood in his throat: "Lanmuir, you ask yourself again, don't you really want to live, is there nothing worthy of your affection in this world!?" ”

At the same time, the demonic breath in his body skyrocketed again—

Rumble!!

The spatial confinement of the Gasuo Enchantment, the invisible rules of the magic circle, was finally defeated under such a scorching flame, and a gap suddenly opened!

"Faint!! etc......"

Lanmuir looked up suddenly, reaching out to grab the Demon King. At this moment, he met a pair of unwilling eyes.

There seemed to be a thousand words in that gaze, like a rain of angry arrows, stirring and shooting into his heart—

Ranmuir, my Ranmuir, do you really wish to give up your life? Don't you want to go home? Don't you want to look at your brothers, your people, and your kingdom again?

Don't you want to witness the moment when the miasma dies out, when the truth of two hundred years ago is revealed to the world, and when all hatred comes to an end? br />

Don't you want to see the scene of compatriots reunited in the bright land of spring as the harp song envisions?

Thou hast told me countless times about the four seasons on earth, about thy royal city and thy temple. There is also a sweet afternoon tea, lilies with dewdrops, newly composed harp songs, playful children in the choir, and birds and people scattered with the sunset......

Son of God Ranmuir. Brett, you were born flesh and blood, not gods. Do you really not want to, or dare not think about it, or have you never known how to think for yourself!?

"Ahem......!"

Faint grew unable to stand, choked out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees.

Lan Muir had long lost his strength, and he was able to stand up with the support of the Demon King, and he was forced to fall to the ground softly.

Both humans and demons are covered in blood. At the end of the cliff where the wind and snow and black flames swirled, they were like a pair of scarred trapped beasts clinging to each other.

"My king ......!"

Lan Muir reached out desperately, and thrust his cold five fingers between the dimly hot fingers.

He pulled the palm of the demon king's hand, pressed it tightly to his forehead, and choked up with tears: "Enough, enough......"

"Ranmuir, trust me......"

Faint panted heavily, holding the human hand tightly, "Trust me, as long as you believe in me and do as I say, I can send you back!" We can all live! ”

But......

You've ......

“…… I believe you. ”

Lanmuir spat out quickly and softly.

"Really?" Faint smiled and said, "That's what you said. ”

As he spoke, the Demon King slowly withdrew his hand from the Holy Monarch's hand, still smiling, and said hoarsely, "Then now, you have to do something for me." ”

"Now, Lanmuir, pull out my knife and cut off my left corner."

When the last word at the end of the sentence fell, Ranmuir's hand that had reached the Demon King's waist was frozen in mid-air.

The Holy Monarch raised his pale face, his eyes as dark as the night of the abyss: "What? ”

Dusk repeated: "Chop off my left corner." ”

……

In fact, it should have been thought of a long time ago, the demon king thought with relief.

That day, the night he had planned to propose. In the divination of the high priest Tada, he chose the divination method of "seeking good fortune and avoiding evil".

The hints of the bone chips will lead him to a chance or avoid a disaster.

However, there is a paradox hidden here.

Since the divination is a predestined scene in the future, if this scene is the disaster itself, is it not inevitable?

Therefore, there is only one possibility for the correct solution: what Gu Chip let him see is not a disaster, but a life!

What he should do is not to avoid the "scourge of broken corners."

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Rather, it follows the bone chips shown,

Letting everything happen just right is the way to "seek good fortune and avoid evil".

And now, the cliffs, the blizzard, the furious flames of demon's breath, and the scaly Ranmuir...... All the scenery gradually coincided with the hazy vision.

I see.

Dusk endured the burning pain, and said word by word: "Listen to me, the angle of the demon clan is the key to controlling the flow of demon breath, as long as the horn is broken, it ......"

Lanmuir was so angry that his eyes turned black, and he almost fainted with a pant: "Nonsense! You...... You still want to lie to me! ”

"Don't you know how heavy your old wounds are!? Hurt a corner again, and your magic breath will be silent forever, and you will be completely useless!! ”

The Demon King paused strangely, then smiled.

He whispered, "If the Demon Breath is really silent, won't there be no backlash?" ”

- I see.

The gears of fate turn silently, and all cause and effect are tightly knit.

Yes, what he was asking for during the divination was a future with Ranmuir, nothing more. If that's the price of getting out of this deadlock......

Dim Flare completely ignored. The fiery demonic breath in his body was forcibly urged by him again, and the pitch-black comet rushed towards the enchantment.

At the same time, he heard the sound of tearing—the sound of his own scales and bones being torn apart by the terrifying force.

Hearing suddenly went away.

The vision is also like a layer of white fog.

Foggy, invisible.

Gradually, the faint soul seemed to be split into two halves, and half fell into the purgatory of flames, where it was burned alive; The other half broke away from the shell and floated on the snowy ground, staring at everything.

He saw the spatial confinement of the enchantment break open.

He saw his body eaten away by the Demon's Breath, and he lost consciousness almost instantly, and was about to die in a matter of seconds.

He saw Ranmuir draw the scimitar at his waist with the quickest reflexes.

This man who was already as dead as a candle, who couldn't even stand on his own just now, didn't know what kind of breath he could hold his deadly heavy scimitar!

Clang!!

The sound coincided with the bone chip illusion in my memory.

Lanmuel was so weak that he could barely lift his arms, his breath was depleted, and his mana could only barely be mobilized, and he slashed almost entirely by the weight of the scimitar itself.

Swinging the first knife, he failed to cut off the horns of the demon king neatly.

When the knife is drawn, the blade makes a tooth-sore sound, and it sounds cruel.

Ranmuir's tears rolled down, and he swung a second knife without hesitation.

When the third knife fell, His Majesty the Holy Monarch, who seemed to never hate anyone in his life, said softly with tears in his eyes: "...... Dizzy, I hate you. ”

That's right, I came to the abyss, I learned so many things, and in the end, how can I do it if I don't learn to hate......

Dusk thought he had said that, but he hadn't been able to utter a word at all.

He dimly listened to the sound of knives slashing. The demonic breath in the body quickly cooled down, quickly numb, and finally could not sense anything, just like a paralyzed patient could not sense his hands and feet.

The Demon King was not sad, but a little happy.

It turned out that Lanmuir never wanted to hurt him.

It was he who wanted to live with Lanmuir so much.

Even if he gives up the dignity of the demon race that only half remains, he gives up this powerful demon breath that he is proud of.

Abandon the status of the demon king, give up the reputation of the strong, give up the pleasure of every battle and conquest in the future, and even give up life.

It does not matter.

He was willing to give up all of this to love him.

Even if you can't have him.

Click-

The horn of the pan broke and fell on the snow-covered cliff.

The first second he regained his perception of his body, he raised his arm violently, and with all his strength, pushed Lanmuir to the other side of the barrier.

Go home, Your Majesty!