73 Fifteenth

The moment he realized that something had happened to the Barrier Cliff, Lan Muir was really a little frightened.

He was going to manipulate the Demon Breath to slowly break through the spatial confinement, but how dare he now? Directly estimated the approximate location, opened the circle and shot an arrow first, and despite Aiden's dissuasion, he used the fastest speed to cut through the obstacles on the enchantment cliff.

I just came to the abyss, and I didn't have the heart to feel any of the feelings of returning to the old land. Hurry down the hill to find your way. It was only a few minutes since he walked out of the shallow foot, and then he heard a faint screaming behind him.

They almost missed.

Lanmuir couldn't laugh or cry, and had to turn back the way he came.

He hurriedly held on to the branches, leaned over and shouted "My king", but his feet were unstable due to the excessive consumption just now, and he almost fell down when he climbed to the top of the cliff.

- Until today, he had clearly planned everything, and imagined countless times how to appear in front of the Demon King.

But when they really reunited, both sides were so embarrassed.

But Ranmuir still walked up to the top of the enchantment cliff and came to the front of the faint light.

The Holy Monarch still held the Demon King's wrist, in the empty enchantment cliff, in the place where the two races meet.

So for them, nothing else matters.

Through the mist at the top of the mountain, against the light of the sky, the dim gaze fell on Lanmuir's body in a daze, and the look seemed to be a big dream.

"How...... Coming back? โ€

Lanmuir craned his eyes and smiled. The sun shone down on his hair, briefly dyeing it back to its former goldenness.

"yes, I'm back." He said.

The Demon King's Adam's apple moved lightly. He stretched out his right hand and cupped Ranmuir's scaly-covered cheek, cautiously holding a fragile pearl.

He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" When you become like this, your people don't want you anymore? โ€

"This is what I should ask my king."

Lanmuir frowned slightly: "How did you make yourself like this?" Are you out of magic and kicked out by the royal court? โ€

He looked at the faint from head to toe, touching the demon king's stump at one moment, and then lifting the scaly tail.

Dizzy was angry and funny: "It's just that I happened to come over today to take a look at the Enchantment Cliff, don't make trouble." โ€

"It's a lie, my king has been here since winter."

"Who said that?"

"I saw it."

"Why, His Majesty the Holy Monarch has seen me for a winter?"

"I did watch you for a winter."

Faint Dawn's expression moved, and after two seconds, his chest suddenly filled with strong emotions of surprise and distress.

Surprised, I didn't expect the Holy Monarch to still think about himself like this after the long atonement.

But more than that, he was distressed, he knew better than anyone how sick and weak Lanmuir was when he left the abyss, and he didn't feel at ease to recuperate...... How?

"You're peeking at me again."

The Demon King closed his eyes, and the stump horns intentionally or unintentionally pressed against the newly born demon horns above the Holy Monarch's head, like a fight between beasts.

"Why," said Ranmuir, looking up, taking the lily from his silver hair and inserting it under the dimly shining stump, "I always look at it in the open. โ€

Their tones were so soft, for fear that they would be shocked

The tranquility of this moment.

When they speak,

Lip flap rubbed over lip flap,

Breath and breath are entangled.

After a while, Dusk Yao opened his eyes and lowered his head, first kissed the center of Lanmuir's brow cherishly, and then held the face of the Holy Monarch, touching his lips and teeth.

Gentle, soft.

It was a kiss that had not been seen in a long time.

"My brother came with me, and he may still be on it." Lanmuir whispered, "Is it okay to go first?" โ€

So they went into the hut and closed the door and then the window.

Dim Flare habitually brought Ranmuir to the seat, and the latter sat down on him instead: "The injury is like this, you have to deal with it first...... What happened to the enemies besieging you? โ€

"If you can't run, the royal court's army will definitely come soon, you don't have to worry about this."

Everything was as usual, and Ranmuir walked around the familiar room. He took the copper basin to fetch the water, and took out the medicine from the cupboard.

He picked up the black hair scattered behind the Demon King, bandaged the wound from behind, and complained from time to time: "It's too dangerous, can't you hide if you have to touch them hard?" โ€

The wooden house, which had been silent for many days, was once again filled with warm vitality, as if they had never been separated, and had never experienced the danger of life and death.

But how is that possible?

Dim Shine was immersed in a dream-like feeling of loss and recovery, and came out of his mind for a while. But gradually when he recovered, he couldn't sit still.

He didn't know how long this miraculous reunion would last, and he just wanted to see more of Lanmuir for a moment, and what was it to turn his back to his beloved?

Dusk couldn't help but glance back.

After a while, I looked back again.

"Alright, alright, all right," Ranmuir said angrily and amusefully, touching the back of the Demon King's scaly neck soothingly, "Don't move. โ€

"It's not a serious injury, don't get it." Faint Yao completely lost his patience, and said in a suppressed voice, "You haven't said it yet, why did you come back?" โ€

Lan Muir was still carefully holding the faint scale tail and smearing the herbs on it, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the words: "I want to see you." โ€

It seemed to have a miraculous effect, and Ranmuir noticed that the demon king had become well-behaved, and he was no longer agitated.

When he finished bandaging the wound on the scaly tail, he raised his eyes and met the stunned gaze.

"I want to see ...... I? See me for what? โ€

"Nothing." Lan Muir washed his hands, "Alright, let's go back to the royal court and find a witch doctor to deal with it." โ€

After being stunned for a while, the demon king moved. His expression was obviously eager to ask something, but for some reason, he flinched when he opened his mouth.

"That'...... Okay," Faint looked away uncomfortably, "ahem, when are you leaving?" โ€

"Let's go?" Lanmuir blinked, "Who said I was leaving?" โ€

He tilted his head, and a few strands of silver hair jumped smartly, "I've done everything I need to do in the world, and I won't leave when I come back this time." โ€

Dusk stood up abruptly.

The copper basin at the head of the bed was overturned, and pale red blood splashed on the ground. The Demon King clenched the Saint's wrist, his eyes sharp, "Lanmuir, I said ......"

"Don't worry, I understand." Lanmuir interrupted softly, "I am now free and no longer guilty. I get it. โ€

"So today, I'm completely selfish

, their own desires...... Choose to go back to the abyss, to return to my king. It has nothing to do with the two races, and it has nothing to do with responsibility. โ€

Dimmy frowned: "Your wish?" โ€

He loosened Lanmuir's wrist and tightened his grip, feeling the wrist in his palm. It's so thin that you can feel the bones of the people.

He could fully imagine what kind of perils the man had gone through to break free from the gaze of death during the winter that Ranmuir had so lightly put on.

That's all the damage that the Abyss and the Demon King have brought to the Holy Monarch.

Is there anything else here that Lanmuel desires besides harm?

"What is it?" So he asked.

"I'm going to do something that hasn't been done." "Unravel a doubt, a concept that you haven't really learned, but you're always curious," said Ranmuir. โ€

"Tell me about it."

Lanmuir thought for a moment and sat down beside Dusk. And Dusk almost habitually stretched out his arms around him, trying to encircle people in his arms.

Lan Muel took advantage of the situation to catch one of the faint hands, and interlocked his fingers with the demon king's ten fingers.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ After returning to the world, I often think of you in that winter of recuperation. โ€

He said softly, "There are times when I think of you when I see something you like and want to give it to you to make you happy." โ€

"There are also times when I think of you when I see something I like and want you to be happy with me."

"Sometimes I think of you when I'm worried about you, and that's when I want to go to your side; But there are times when I think of you when I feel lost, and that's when I want you to come to me. โ€

"There are times when I think about your wounds so often that I want to go to your side and take care of you at once; But sometimes, when I was sick in bed and looked at the snow outside the window, I remembered the time when my king hugged me and coaxed me to drink medicine. โ€

Lanmuir's eyelashes drooped, and he said slowly, "My king, what do you say is the matter?" โ€

As he spoke, he solemnly turned his head and met the gaze of the dim yao, whose gaze dodged almost immediately, but the expression of the Holy Monarch was always clean and pure, frank and unashamed.

This faint was even more overwhelming, and his brain was almost boiling. Every word Ranmuir says is his

The heart sped up uncontrollably, and the whole body heated up as if under a curse.

The Holy Monarch has said it to this extent, and that possibility is already on the horizon.

The demon king, who has always been bold, didn't dare to say that word, and pretended to be stupid here: "What...... What's going on? โ€

Lanmuir shook his head and said to himself, "My king, we used to talk about love. โ€

"I once told you that love is to give up and change oneself for others; And you tell me that love is taking, about longing to possess oneself, to overlay oneself over oneself. โ€

"Now I think maybe both are right; Or maybe it's a combination of both, which is complete and true love. โ€

"As many people have said, I am the Son of God who loves boundlessly, and the Holy King who sacrificed for the sake of millions of people. But for you alone, I have a desire to take it. โ€

"So, I'm coming back to you to know ......"

Lanmuir pursed his lips and smiled: "Demon King Faint, am I going to fall in love with you, or am I already in love with you, just like you said you love me." โ€

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Enchantment

On the cliff came the soldiers of the royal court.

They pressed the remnants of the Gurelong tribe and rushed to the top of the cliff in a hurry, but without exception, their eyes widened -

On the Barrier Cliff, the Broken Horn Demon King sat side by side with his former slave, whispering something.

The dim eyes were bright, like the flames of aggression; And Lanmuir's eyes are serene and inclusive, like blue lake water.

Their scales and tails overlapped among the weeds, and the two tails were pointy and occasionally twisted, then loosened as if nothing had happened and touched again.

"Ran-Lord Lanmuir!? ()โ€

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"See, I have eyes, General Mordo." Assain exhaled, squinting, the old god was there, "It looks like I'm finally going to change my name to the queen." โ€

The Demon King and the Holy Monarch noticed the acquaintances behind them at the same time and turned around.

Lanmuir smiled softly and waved his hand: "Ah, the two generals are here. Wait a minute, we'll go right away. โ€

"Lanmuir, think of it yourself."

When he got up, he poked Lan Muir's heart: "The last chance to regret it, this time I went back to the royal court with me, but I will never let you leave the abyss again." โ€

Lanmuir: "Ah, that doesn't seem to work, I promised my people that I'll go back and see it later." โ€

Dusk Yao deliberately squinted his eyes: "Then what do you say?" โ€

"It's not as good as that." He blinked, "Just tear your face, next year, I will take my king away, and you will accompany me to live in my kingdom for a while, right?" โ€

โ€ฆโ€ฆ

Far away from the royal court of the Barrier Cliff, the High Priestess Tada was mysteriously fiddling with his bone chips.

Finally, he assured the young king that there would be great news today.

Tianpo crossed his arms and sneered, and mocked: "I think your divination is wrong again!" The guards of the Barrier Cliff can be overshadowed by that bastard of Gu Leilon, and the good news? โ€

Tada touched his white beard deeply: "Lord Ranmuir once said that there is an old saying in the world, and the blessing of misfortune rests ......"

Tianpo: "Bah, you said before that the king and Ranmuel were married." To put this sentence in reverse, the blessings and misfortunes are almost the same. โ€

It was at this time that there was a sound outside the Great Stone Hall, and it seemed that the guards were shouting "My king returns".

Tianpo's eyes widened: "My king is back!?" โ€

She looked at Tada in disbelief and muttered, "Really back?" โ€

It was at this time that the faint strove in.

"Who just said what about marriage?"

"My king!" Tempo jumped up excitedly, "You're back, you-" She stiffened suddenly, "Wait, Lan, Lanmuir!?" โ€

Lan Muir walked in behind Dim Yao, and smiled at her calmly: "Young King, don't come unharmed. โ€

"I'm sorry, I didn't die as promised, and I shouldn't die for the time being, count me as owing you once."

Tianpo was dumbfounded...... Look at Tada.

Old thing, yes!

The old priest touched his beard leisurely, "Oh, good news, marriage, isn't it all together?" โ€

โ€ฆโ€ฆ

Lord Lanmuir has returned. And it cured the disease of miasma, with a new look of the demons

() state back.

With such shocking news, the royal court immediately boiled.

The witch doctor Duogu came with the medicine box in his arms, and cried when he hugged Lanmuir: "My lord, you can count it back, you won't turn around without the royal court......

The sulphur squire came with red eyes, but before going in, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, squeezing out a sweet and delicate smile: "What's the matter, Sulphur said that Lord Lanmuir is going to be the queen!" โ€

One by one, Lanmuir calmed the past, and his demeanor was the same as before.

In the evening, many civilian demons who the Holy Monarch knew or didn't know also cameโ€”of course, it couldn't have been to the Demon King's palace.

They gathered in the wilderness for a greatest celebration to welcome back to them the beloved Demon King and the beloved Lord Lanmuir.

If this kind of celebration is in the kingdom of mankind, it will take more than ten days to prepare.

But the demons don't need it, they just need to light a bonfire, put on the most beautiful bone ornaments, smear their bodies with their favorite colors, and then sing and dance if they love to sing, and they just need to dance.

"Do you want to go?" Dusk asked.

"Of course." Lanmuir said.

"Then you can't watch it for too long, and you can't go dancing. We'll come back when we're tired, do you hear? โ€

Before leaving, Dusk Yao personally put on the most ornate bone ornaments for Lanmuir, draped them in a plush coat, and braided the silver hair layer by layer with a vermilion hair rope.

He could see that Lanmuir's body was still weak. If you want to completely restore the scarred internal organs to normal people, you need to slowly recuperate.

"Okay, okay...... So are you. Ranmuir was helpless, and secretly amused.

Forget it, Faint has just been injured anyway, so he really can't be too tired.

The two of them are half a pound and eight taels, and no one can say anything.

By the time they walked out of the palace, it was already dark. The subordinates of the Demon King have prepared their horses, and they are laughing and laughing loudly.

Twilight lit an oil lamp, hung it on the saddle, and carried Lanmuir into the saddle.

"Drive!"

The horses galloped.

Lanmuir sat in the arms of the faint light, and the royal court was gradually left behind. He saw darkness enveloping the field, and after a few more moments, a faint spot of light appeared in front of him.

"Is it there?" He pointed.

"Yes, are you cold?"

"It's not cold, the wind blows comfortably."

The long wind stirred the outside, and Lanmuir narrowed his eyes. It's really not cold, because it's already spring.

The celebration is getting closer, the bonfires of the demons are like bright lights, the dancers have lit torches and are dancing, they are like flying fireflies. From time to time, laughter and applause erupted around.

Whether it is a great demon, a mortal demon, or an inferior demon, they are all like brothers and sisters at this time. When you dance, you hold hands, and when you sit down, you put your feet against your feet.

The shouting, the fist-fighting, the drinking, the gnawing of meat, and even the right sight of the ...... It's completely crazy.

"Look at them like this, when are you going to toss tonight?" Ranmuir couldn't help but laugh.

"At least until morning." Dusk said.

"Morning?"

"When the sun rises."

This sentence tapped lightly in Lanmuir's heart.

- Tomorrow morning, the sun will rise again.

It will shine on this land that has sunk to the ground due to infinite evil, and has been lifted slowly by infinite goodness. It also shines on the souls who have struggled in the darkness and cold for too long, and on their children and grandchildren who have finally seen the light.

And before the sun rises, tonight there will be a spring breeze blowing through the long night, and the firelight will embrace the stars.

Lanmuir laughed and suddenly said, "Faint." โ€

"Huh?" The demon king subconsciously turned his head.

Lanmuir leaned in and kissed him, his eyes brightly biting his ear: "Fifteenth, faint." โ€

"Our ...... Fifteenth. โ€

Tonight is also the first night after the reunion between the Demon King and the Holy Monarch.

The fifteenth year that belongs to them, in such a blessing, slowly opens-

- The end of the text of "The Seventh Year of the Demon King's Captive of the Holy King".

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