The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

The next morning, Ans Air, who had stayed up all night last night, turned over in pain in bed, pressed the goose alarm clock that quacked, and sat up slowly.

Ansel: Silly—

He did a lot of work last night and basically didn't sleep much, and now he is suffering from lack of sleep.

But the payoff is obvious.

Ansier picked up the gold card in his hand and looked at the light, which contained a number that satisfied him.

Gold card is a common currency storage card in the demon world. After all, the common currency in the demon world is gold, silver and copper coins, which is quite inconvenient to carry, so there is a gold card that can be withdrawn in various places. But now, Ans Air feels that it is more convenient for humans to scan the code to pay, and his diligent friend Amon is helping Ans Air realize this function.

Soon, at breakfast, Bachin brought him a second gold card quite consciously. Looking at the two shiny gold cards on the table, and at the attentive and meaningful Bachine sitting across from Ans Air, the black swan in the shadow fell into despair.

The goose is desperate.

I really got two gold cards for Ansair, and Bachin doesn't seem to have an issue with that.

"Master will accept the gold card given by Ivan, the son of the devil." Bachin's attitude is gentle, "Keep your usual expenses, I know that alchemy is a very expensive industry Of course, I will definitely provide sufficient funding for your future research in the territory."

Bachin was slightly heavier.

Bachin was moved when he saw that the master put Iveen's gold card in front of him so frankly, and told all kinds of coaxing and persuasion that Iveen secretly came over last night. He was angry at Iveen's darkness, and delighted at the master's heart towards himself. For a while, he had mixed feelings, and he was only excited to hold the master's hand with both hands, but Ansier avoided him without a trace.

No, no extra money.

Bachin thought that Ivien would fetch water from a bamboo basket, Ans Air knew that these two fools would fetch water from a bamboo basket, and the two immediately smiled at each other.

Segers: "…"

Ansier's road to fortune is unstoppable!

"That's right, Master." Ba Qinkong shook his hands and said gently, "Tonight there will be a dinner party in the lord's mansion, which is specially held to bid farewell to the devil's son, Ivien. Yes. The drinks and food at the dinner were excellent, and the well-known Xiaguang Song and Dance Troupe from the Eastern Region was also invited to perform."

"Look, would you like to come and relax?"

Bachin really deserves to be thirsty for talent, and will not give up any opportunity to gain favor with Ansel. Of course, at the dinner party, he would definitely arrange for someone to watch the master, and the master would have to be a little bit wronged and put on a special bracelet to replace the shackles, so that nothing could go wrong... He even gave the gold card.

Actually, Bachin was also somewhat showing off to Evan. He is admonishing the son of the devil, the talents that the lord likes, don't even try to **** it in the southern regions.

After hearing this, Ans Air agreed to attend the banquet without much hesitation.

He actually knew about the banquet for a long time. He knew it once when he acted after discussing with Fuya last night. Ivien, who came to knock on his window with a face full of pain in the early morning, told him once again , plus Bachin's side, a total of three times.

Ivien told him what he meant by telling him to wait carefully after the banquet. He would hold Bachin by himself, and then arrange for another person to send Ansair away. It might be a good idea to mix in with the other alchemists to take away. When he reached his father's territory in the Southern Region, Ba Qin was at a loss.

At that time, Ivan finished talking about his plan, and looked at Ansair and smiled.

Now, Bachin looked at Ansair and smiled.

Segers: "…"

He suddenly realized in horror that perhaps the reason why the Eastern Region became a tea plantation lies in the tea farmer Ansi Er!

It is easy to navigate between two people, and both gold cards are collected in one go!

…his gold card can also be given to Ans El, without having to wait until after marriage.

After Bachin left, he also sent someone to bring Ansier the clothes to wear at the dinner party, in order to make the master look decent. Due to the rush of time, I can only regretfully give a few sets of ready-to-wear for Ans Air to choose. If time permits, Bachin is definitely not shy about customizing the master.

Ansier is going to be moved, not only in charge of meals but also clothes! Peerless good devil!

But in this way, Ans Air thinks about it, and with the enthusiasm of Bachin towards his subordinates, his subordinates are afraid that they will be quite loyal to him. Territories are thrown into chaos of disobedience.

Go ahead according to the original plan. With him there, the field control will not be a problem.

While thinking, Ans Air took off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Suddenly, he noticed that Segos, who was originally staring at him, raised his wings when he started to change his clothes, and covered his eyes with a squeak, because the wings were so big that they covered his entire head. under.

Segers: "Gah!"

Don't look...don't look...

He was afraid that Ansair would do something like picking corners again!

He no longer dares to think about the astringent things!

Ansier didn't know his collapse, he just thought it was so cute, with his collar open, he went to poke the black swan covering his eyes.

"What are you covering up? What's so shy about using someone else's appearance?"

The wings were pushed aside by Ans Air, and the black swan twisted its head from side to side in a hurry, straightened its neck, and plunged its head into the quilt next to it.

Don't look! dont see!

He doesn't want a cardiopulmonary arrest! He is a club now!

Anseyer persevered, he pulled the black swan out of the quilt and pinched the goose's face.

The feathers on the cheeks are soft, fluffy, and very easy to pinch. Ansier was pinching and pinching, but he didn't notice that as he kept pinching and pinching, Black Swan's eyes started to look a little wrong. His Majesty the Demon King, who was hiding in the swan's body, obviously remembered not to eat or fight, and gradually forgot those moments of sudden cardiopulmonary arrest. He couldn't resist the family's crime, and began to think about it.

He looked into Ansel's eyes.

Those eyes are the outlines of others, but what comes out from these ordinary eyes is the charm that belongs to Ansel. The angel's sense of holiness is combined with the liveliness that seems to be raised in the devil world. When it rotates, it is almost "bulging", which is very beautiful.

He also loves Ansel's high-spirited look.

His Majesty the Demon King optimistically thought that this time there might not be a sudden cardiac arrest. If Ansier squeezed again, his body would come over...

Come here!

In the end, Ans Air barely pinched, not only that, he also felt a little messy on his hair, so he stretched his hand to the top of his head—

Ansel: "...?"

After a brief question, he smiled leniently.

The big stick is also cute, touch it! touch!

The black swan hides in the quilt, feels the touch on the back feathers, regrets the astringency that she missed, and her heart is ashes.

It is true that PTSD has been developed.

***

The dinner hosted by Lord Bachin was held as scheduled.

Although he was very full at noon, eating other people's rice, especially the behavior of eating rice from the lord's house that was facing him might help digestion. feast.

At the dinner, Barton didn't talk much about his cooperation with Nanyu to steal radishes because of the presence of the master. He just nodded to Ivan and raised his glass from afar. Ivan also politely raised his glass to congratulate, and the two of them had similar thoughts in their hearts—

Master and I don't follow him, scoff, the defeated dog is giggling!

The guest and the host smiled at each other, Ansair paid attention to the situation of the two of them while eating hard.

Two big idiots, scoffing, and laughing at each other.

When the wine was in full swing, Lord Bachin gave a light high-five, and the hilarious banquet suddenly quieted down. Ba Qin looked around the whole banquet. Except for Ivien and some related personnel in the Southern Region, the rest were all his cronies and entourages, each of which was dug up by him. Looking around, the garden was full of radishes, which was simply pleasing to the eye.

Bachin is ambitious, he looked at his radishes kindly, and his eyes were deliberately entangled on the best radishes - that is, the master, the master was busy eating and did not notice him Looking at him, Bachin was not angry at all.

In his fantasy, the grand scene of the garden of radishes has changed, and it has become a garden of golden radishes. He saw that there was a label on the head of each radish, some were called "Andre", some were called "Plulu", some were called "Guxin", some were called "Washak", and there were others. The one called "Finny"...

He just loves talent!

In the future, he will be the devil, and all the talents will be his!

Anseyer also seemed to see the picture in Bachin's imagination, and he raised his head from his rice bowl.

I thought about it quite well, and I missed one Fuya. Most of the outside world didn't know Fuya's identity and the real scope of responsibility, they just thought she was a gentle and beautiful succubus head maid, never imagined that her job was an assassin.

—Sneak in in silence, kill in an instant, and float away.

The Assassin.

The music sounded, mixed with enthusiastic drum beats and silver bells, which outlined the style of luxury and waves. Bachin immediately rubbed his palms and laughed. The song and dance troupe he invited had arrived. Demons advocated pleasure, and he hoped that every demon present today could have a good time.

This is a famous traveling song and dance troupe - Xiaguang Song and Dance Troupe. It is said that most of the members in charge of the dance are succubus, with sultry posture and temperament, and the lead dancer is even more glamorous, often wearing a red dress and dancing the dance of firebirds.

In the sound of music, the surrounding magic lights were extinguished, and the originally lit hall was suddenly submerged in layered shadows, only the central lights were still slightly lit. In the cascading shadows like butterfly wings, the dancers knelt quietly in the field. The small, slightly curved horns with only a pointed tip were all owned by the succubus.

The next second, the lights came back on, the dancers danced on the ground, and the red dresses fluttered like flaming bird wings. She is like a flower that closes and then opens, and when it blooms, she reveals a face of boundless charm.

The demons present were suddenly captured by this amazing color and sighed softly. Ansier held the bowl motionless, he raised his eyelashes, a bright rose was moving from far to near, drawing a melodious parabola, and gently landed on the table in front of him in the eyes of countless demons chasing and longing. superior.

Bachin's hand that had been stretched out to receive it was somewhat awkwardly withdrawn.

He thought he was the master, and this flower was for him. Fortunately, the demons all paid attention to the delicate dancer, and did not notice the moment of his death.

Ans Air finally put down the bowl, he picked up the safflower from the table, and sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose. Then he raised his eyes and met the dancer's eyes.

The dancer smiled at him, lifted the skirt, and paid tribute to the king.

This dance is dedicated to Your Majesty.