The dim and slow narration seemed to drag Lanmuir into a bizarre dream.

future

past

The concept of time is like a vortex that wraps him in the center.

The "impostor demon king" in front of him seemed to know everything about him, including his past in the human world, and those that he had no evidence to prove, all of which were told one by one.

At some point, Ranmuir moved down from Faint Shine, and the mana in his palm dissipated.

He sat intently next to the Demon King and listened like a teenager listening to a story. Occasionally, when he had doubts, he interrupted to ask, and Dusk Yao patiently answered him.

"But you said you ...... Fall in love with me? ”

"Yes, I'm in love with you."

"You hated me in the first place, why did you fall in love with me?"

"I'm just in love with you."

"You woke up ten years ago, what about the Demon King of this time?"

"I don't know, I don't even know how I got here!"

“……”

"Don't do that, maybe he'll be ten years from now. Ha, then he must be scared to death, his eyes are closed and opened, the enchantment of Gassel is gone, the royal court rules the abyss, and the holy monarch who is in his heart has been married to him for three years, and has become another demon king! ”

Ranmuir still had a hard time accepting it for a moment, and looked at the faint in distraction.

Dusk Yao touched his head and rubbed the pretty blonde hair into a mess: "Can't believe it? It doesn't matter, just wait for me to do it for you. ”

On this night, the cliff moon was high, and the first snow fell outside the window.

Lan Muir couldn't sleep in the quilt, he peeked at the demon king beside him, and unconsciously counted the scales on the demon man's jaw.

Turn back time and regenerate the old days...... He had heard some legends about the laws of time when he was a child, but could there really be such a thing?

He didn't have a clue, and thought: It's been many days since he entered the abyss, and Dum Yao clearly said that he liked him and wanted him to be the queen, but he didn't offend. There are not even some cross-border touches, and he is not polite like a demon.

Lanmuir rolled over and thought to himself: what is love, how powerful it is to tame a wolf into a loyal dog and a fierce tiger into a domestic cat?

"Can't sleep?" Dizzy suddenly opened his eyes.

Lanmuir had no choice but to say truthfully: "What you said is too bizarre, of course I can't sleep." ”

The Demon King stretched out his arms at him, "Here." ”

Lanmuir hesitated to rub his way over, but did not burrow into his arms as Faint had hoped.

Only then did Dim Dawn remember. At this time, the Holy Monarch was still very resistant to skin-to-skin actions, and he was a small clam shell.

Dim Yao simply got up, cooked him a bowl of hot goat's milk, and whispered when he handed it over: "You are just better, you can't help but sleep." Listen to me, don't think about it tonight. ”

Lanmuir lowered his eyes and took a sip, relieved himself, and took another sip. After drinking a bowl of goat's milk, the corners of his lips were stained with white stains, and he licked them off with the tip of his tongue.

Dim Yao wiped him with a handkerchief: "Are you sleepy?" ”

Lanmuir: "...... A little dizzy, you got off? ”

Dim: "Nonsense, it's just a sleep-aiding herb, I use it myself." ”

Lanmuir laughed. He closed his eyes and lay down, feeling the faint come closer, and the demon king patted him softly and sang slowly.

It's seven

The one he had heard on the Barrier Cliff years ago was just a much softer tune. After singing half of the song, he stopped, saying that it was the tune that the Holy Monarch himself changed eight years later, and then sang the second half.

The deep voice in his ears was like the waves of the sea, and Lanmuir's consciousness was like a rocking boat, slowly being pushed away. He fell asleep.

……

The next day, it's a new day. After dim Yao confessed, he was refreshed, and he was able to make fun of the young saint. bullied people too much, and coaxed him to make food with his own hands, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

Lanmuir couldn't laugh or cry. He was overwhelmed by guilt for seven years, but he was teased by the demon king here and poked there, and the guilt and pain were always punctured before they could take shape.

"Why are you so good at cooking?"

"I would."

"What about these human-flavored foods?"

Lanmuir poked at the pastry in front of him curiously. To be honest, it's not delicious, but it's not unpleasant. It's not easy to do this with these barren ingredients like the Abyss.

"I'm going to say it's ...... you taught me"

"Liar, I never cook."

He laughed at the show, but he refused to reveal how he learned it.

On this day, the Demon King had already dealt with the affairs inside and outside the royal court, and returned to the palace at noon. When lunch was over, he took another roll of parchment and laid it out in front of the Holy Monarch, placing two pens on it.

Lan Muir looked at the seven ancient characters from "one" to "seven" written on the paper, and there was a blank space under each word.

His heart moved, and he raised his eyes to look at the faint light. The demon king shook his hair braids leisurely, picked up the pen and handed it to him: "Come on, we should also discuss and discuss, how to spend the next seven years." ”

For Dusk, rebirth is certainly a good thing. But those difficulties that have been overcome with great difficulty are also a headache overnight.

Pull a hair and move the whole body, how to go next, that needs to be carefully discussed.

Lanmuir hesitated for a moment and didn't take the pen: "I'm sorry, I don't know much about the abyss, so I don't dare to say anything." You say, I'll listen. ”

- Well, now there is no one to "discuss in detail". If something is not arranged well, maybe Lanmuir will still suspect him.

Dizzy smiled bitterly, and the pressure was quite great for a while. But he could only take a deep breath and put the first pen on the paper.

He began to plan for their seven-year future without the premise of mutual harm and suspicion.

In the first year, let me recuperate and reorganize the royal court. The knowledge and technology of the human world brought by Lanmuir were tried well in the previous life, and they should be used as soon as possible.

In the second year, the surrounding tribes that were in turmoil were beaten and reaped. This time, he has a saint monarch by his side who has not lost his mana, what are he afraid of?

The only thing to worry about was that Lanmuir would surely find out about his old wounds sooner, and if the Holy Monarch stared at him and didn't allow him to fight, he might die of boredom.

The rain of the third year still lingers on Dim Yao's heart. It's best to open the barrier before the rainy season to dispel the miasma, and you can kill a lot fewer demons.

With sunlight, crops can be planted; Having escaped famine, indoctrination can be universalized. The demons will go to the light sooner.

In the fourth year, once the barrier is opened, there will definitely be movement on the other side of the world. The Demon King and the Holy Monarch always have to go to the kingdom hand in hand in order to try to resolve the hatred between the two clans and truly extinguish the flames of war.

Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh years...... Good wishes were arranged one by one, written all over parchment.

Finally, Faint Flare rolls it into a scroll. Picked it up and knocked it on Lanmuir's forehead:

"In the seventh year, you wrote a bunch of wishes, and in the end you rolled them into such a scroll, which made me angry."

Lanmuir silently covered the place where he was knocked, did not speak, and the water waves under his eyes swayed.

Dusk Yao pulled his hand down, stuffed the scroll into his palm, and patted it: "Put it away, wait for me to show you." ”

This night, Ramie

You didn't sleep well. He had a long, long dream, crying in the middle of the night, and woke up once in the middle, shaking the quilt.

Faint woke up, hugged him tightly, kissed his blonde hair, and suddenly heard Ranmuir choke and say, "Don't lie to me." ”

"I don't lie to you."

"It's like a dream......"

Faint paused, put his forehead on the back of Lanmuir's neck, and said in a low voice, "Yes." I also feel like I'm dreaming. ”

He looked up at Yayue, "Ten years later, there will be no Yayue for a long time...... Lanmuir, you say, what are you doing now, ten years later? ”

Lan Muir's mood stabilized slightly, and he also accompanied the Demon King to watch the cliff moon.

Suddenly, he whispered, "Are you missing me?" But not this me. ”

Twilight did not deny it.

In the first few days after his return, he was indeed full of ecstasy and guilt, and only thought about how to take care of his human beings. But as the days passed, he often thought of Ranmuir ten years later, and then his heart was filled with irrepressible thoughts and worries.

His majesty who did not receive any compensation and love, gritted his teeth and survived the seven long nights. The silver-haired demon king who would smile and hug him for a kiss, and when he was in a good mood, he could take the initiative to pester him...... Before they were reborn, they were still sweetly glutting together for a nap, but now, how is it over there?

Lan Muir hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to cover the broken horn of the demon king, and stroked it very gently.

"I have a hunch, Demon King, you will go back."

Dusk Yao clenched Lanmuir's wrist, felt the silky skin that belonged to humans, and said sourly: "What if I go back, what will you do?" ”

"I still have our way to go," said Ranmuir, shaking his head and whispering, "and you have walked the way you ought to go, and you should enjoy the sunshine that belongs to you." ”

"Besides," Ranmuir smiled, turning his head to look at the parchment scroll lying quietly on top of a wooden cabinet not far away, "you've already left this for us, haven't you?" ”

"Don't worry, Faint. Even if you go back and he comes back, the tragedies you tell about will not happen. ”

"It's going to be fine, it's going to be much better."

"You're not my Demon King, thank you...... Come to me. ”

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

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

In my sleep, a familiar voice called.

The voice was getting closer and closer to him. Or rather, he was getting closer and closer to the voice, like a ship that had sailed away from the shore at last.

"-Faint!"

Dim opened his eyes abruptly, sat up and gasped for air. In front of him, there was a bright, blurred and shaky vision, and the silver-white figure rushed over and hugged him:"

…… My King! Is that you? Are you awake, do you recognize me? ”

"Ranmuir?"

Dim Yao rubbed his face and was completely awake.

When I looked around, I saw a neat big bed under him, covered with animal fur quilts. The sun shines in, and the bone ornaments on the windowsill and a few small flower pots are brightly colored, which clearly shows that they were in the palace ten years later.

He's here, come back...... Finish?

I was inexplicable when I went, and I was inexplicable when I came back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!" Lanmuir's face was full of anxiety, "You are fine, is there anything uncomfortable, do you feel dizzy, do you remember clearly?" ”

Dim Flaunt instinctively took Lanmuir into his arms first: "I'm fine, don't worry." How is this ......?"

Lanmuir sighed, wilting like a child who had broken something valuable, and confessed his mistake in a whisper.

It turned out that the Holy Monarch had nothing to do these days, and he used his magic breath to study the laws of time in private. Because of the Gassel Enchantment, the laws of space have been almost controlled by him, and this time he just pondered and played by himself, and he didn't deliberately tell the dim.

It was the same that afternoon, for Lanmuir awoke first, but the faint embrace covered him so comfortably that he was lazy and did not want to get up, so he simply sat in place, closing his eyes and contemplating the mysterious and mysterious laws.

Unexpectedly, the demonic breath in the body suddenly went out of control, and the dim ten years ago and the current dim came to a soul reversal......

Dim Yao was stunned when he heard this: "Lan Muir, I think you really want to become a god." ”

Lanmuir was really anxious: "Don't make fun of me, I'm going to be scared to death......"

"What are you scared of...... Don't move, show me," Dim Yao peeled off Lan Muir's clothes and examined them carefully, "Have I bullied you these days?" ”

"Don't mention it, you've been tortured enough by me." Lanmuir smiled wryly.

"How?"

"Let's just say that on the first day, you were still dancing with your teeth and claws, but Sulphur came in and shouted at you, 'The queen is quarreling with my king again, beware of being locked up again,' and you were so stunned that you couldn't even speak."

…… It's so miserable, faint and silent.

Although he acquiesced to letting the girl call herself the queen, it was for the demon king ten years ago...... Hiss, I can't bear to look at it.

But Dim Yao thought of the weak appearance of Lan Muir that he saw when he was reborn, and smiled fiercely: "It's okay, he deserves it." ”

Lanmuir was still worried, and Dusk had already caught him like a rabbit: "Don't think about it. How come it was the same ten years ago and ten years later......"

The Holy Monarch snorted and was pushed down on the bed, his long silver-gray hair spread out and shone. Twilight wrapped his scales around him, wringing them as his hands began to undo his robes.

"What are you doing?" Lan Muir was helpless, but he didn't refuse, but funnily kicked the demon king with his toes, "For so many days, you haven't touched me over there, are you hungry?" ”

"Nonsense, the way you were back then, where did I get it."

Dum Yao kissed him, and sniffed the sunny breath of the Holy Monarch's silver hair with satisfaction: "Good, give me a hug once, and bake you a rose cake at night." ”

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When the epilogue played on another plane, the abyss of ten years ago was still dark.

The black-haired Demon King and the blonde-haired Saint Monarch sat side by side in front of the window, and Ren Yayue shrouded them in a gentle glimmer of light, silent for a long time.

After a long time, Lanmuir turned his head and whispered, "Demon King, you see...... Sunshine and flowers, what do they look like? ”

The dim breath trembled slightly, and the cold and hard look that had been deliberately maintained suddenly cracked.

His scaly tail flicked irritably, and he muffled, "Hmph." ”

Lanmuir handed the scroll over: "This...... It's you who stay. ”

I didn't look at it, I reached out and grabbed it. After a while, he suddenly said without a beginning or an end: "You are still blonde and pleasing to the eye." ”

Ranmuir was stunned: "What? ”

"I mean," the Demon King struck to his feet, smiling cruelly again, revealing his white fangs, "don't think you'll be able to trick me into trusting me by making a strange illusion. The days are long, Holy Monarch, and we'll see—"

Lanmuir laughed.

He nodded vigorously, his eyes clear as water.

"Okay, let's ...... It's a long time coming. ”

The abyss is still dark, but the invisible sun has risen—

Illuminate him with his, brand new future!