The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

"Victory on the Frontline! Victory on the Frontline!"

"His Majesty Theros killed the Monster Queen! His Majesty Ansair severely damaged the Monster Emperor!"

The young demon flapped his wings vigorously and passed through the streets and alleys of Suberbian City. He stopped delivering milk today and sold newspapers instead. The windows on both sides of the street were opened one after another, and the martial arts people stopped the obviously excited newspaper seller and bought the newspaper without hesitation, and Ha Wen was no exception.

With a cigarette still in his mouth, he couldn't wait to open the newspaper and read the news of the great victory on it, lost for a long time. The ashes fell, almost scalding the newspaper, and he hurriedly took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Dear, have you seen today's newspaper? Neighbors are talking about this great victory." A beautiful Balrog woman walked into the door with a basket of clothes, her horns were bright and charming, "I really don't have time here... Turn on the TV. It is said that there are detailed reports on the front line. By the way, let's see if our precious son is on the scene."

Harvin was refreshed and immediately turned on the bulky TV. He fiddled with the antenna for a while to get the TV to receive a better signal. This TV can receive a full 32 channels. Although there will be some snowflakes, it is still the best TV in the entire street. Havin is proud of it.

…These are products imported from the human world many years ago.

Havin patted the TV hard, the picture finally became clear, and his beautiful wife also put down her clothes and came over to watch together.

"Dear viewers, I'm on the Redstone Front right now after the war, and you can see that the cleanup and aftermath work is going on in an orderly manner. We fought a beautiful victory and played our demon world's best Majesty, His Majesty Theros and His Majesty Ans El have made great contributions in this battle..."

The reporter from the rabbit tribe introduced the scene, and then he extended the microphone to the other side.

"Your Majesty Ansair, do you have anything to say about this great victory?"

Harvin seemed to hear a burst of cheers from the street outside, thinking that some good person must have moved the TV to the street, Harvin could not bear to do that. He stared at the TV screen for a long time. On the screen, the white-haired Demon King was majestic and beautiful, but when he spoke, he could feel the sharpness of the blade.

Harvin felt his wife leaning lightly on his shoulder, their horns next to each other.

"Our Majesty has not changed at all. He is still majestic, powerful, beautiful, and kind." The wife said softly. If she usually praised a person of the opposite **** like this, Havin would have been jealous long ago, but when it comes to His Majesty the Demon King, Havin is not only not jealous, but he can't wait to raise his feet to express his approval.

"Yeah." He sighed softly, his thoughts seemed to return to the rainy night more than three hundred years ago. He opened the door, and the white hair of the demon outside the door was completely soaked by the rain, and in his folded hands, the egg of the phoenix that was about to hatch radiated a dim light.

He recovered and kissed the top of his wife's hair.

"Who would have imagined that we helped such a great man on a rainy night three hundred years ago."

The wife also smiled tenderly, suddenly, she stared at the screen.

"Look! Our silly son is on camera!"

"Really! Your Majesty asked him something!"

***

Ansier was listening to his subordinate non-commissioned officer report the battle damage after being interviewed by a field reporter. On the surface, he is calm and dignified, but in fact he is very anxious, almost like stepping on a hot pot.

No other reason.

He! of! horn!

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Ansel's eyes went black.

His horn headband finally broke.

It is not unreasonable for Ansair to feel suffocated. A broken headband will bring a series of serious consequences, first of all, the appearance. The devil's horns have great individual differences, and the bells and whistles are different. When Ansair custom-made the horns, he also specially designed some features, which are those gem fragments. When he is agitated or emotional, the gem fragments will faintly glow, which can be said to be a devil!

Broken horns of course don't shine again, that's just one of them.

The second is the lack of a real-time energy export device, and it is difficult for him to suppress the power that belongs to the angel. Although the power of light in the demon world is thin, Ansi Er, as a powerful war angel, will automatically draw the light elements, and he can gather a considerable amount of element power in the barren atmosphere. The power of these elements will offset the consumption first, and if there is more, it will gather on the top of the head.

Yes, that's right, it will be a long aperture.

Ansel: "…"

He just broke up a few days ago! hateful!

So now Ansel is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but on the surface, he listened to the battle damage report with dignity and kindness, made important instructions, and then he planned to run. He also has a spare horn hidden in his space ring, and he can buy at least a few more hours if he finds a place where no one else can put it on again.

Anse Er calmly estimated the light elements that her body automatically accumulated, and made an accurate inference based on her rich experience. Exactly, the report is coming to an end, the reporter's interview is over, and he can run right away...

No!

The Ross side also ended, walking towards Ansel. His dark blue demon vertical pupils were very rare and full of temperature, and when he looked at Ansi Er, his expression could almost be said to be soft. On the battlefield just now, they achieved very good results, and these were inseparable from the cooperation between him and Ansel.

"Anse..."

"I'm going back first."

In the end, Anse Er looked hurried, and his tone was more hurried than usual. He interrupted Ceros' about-to-export invitation and turned around, seemingly not intending to spend more time with him. Ceros was startled, then frowned slightly.

I was so kind when I talked to the non-commissioned officer just now, did you change your attitude when you saw him?

Is he so unwilling to have a drink with him?

The front line was victorious, the emperor was seriously injured, the prince was about to move, and the monsters would definitely fall into civil strife in the short term. The celebration party to boost morale and share the victory is already in preparation. With the temperament that the devil likes to enjoy, it is bound to be very lively. Before that, Theros actually wanted to invite Ans El to the tavern again, and this time they could have a drink.

But Ansel was not interested in his proposal at all, instead he seemed a little anxious, which made Theros a little gloomy.

Ansier is dying!

Corner! He is full of horns now! Get him back and put on the spare horn!

He doesn't want to grow a halo in front of people!

In the end, the guy called Ceros stopped him and even grabbed his cape.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Ceros frowned, then he opened his brows again, "The business is over, let's go have a drink?"

Ansel: "…"

In normal times, he might be quite happy, but in this urgent situation...

Have a drink! Let him go!

The situation is critical, Ans Aier's mind is changing, and he knows he can't force it. So he no longer hurriedly left, but lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes were also a little tired.

"I would have... forget it, just drink it."

He decided to retreat, betting that Ceros would pay attention to his face.

Sure enough, after the initial success of the invitation, Theros keenly noticed the tired look on Ansel's face. His gaze immediately moved upwards, to the horns above Ansel's head—

For the first time, the pair of horns that were no more than the size of a slap lost their gleaming brilliance, and dimmed in response to the owner's weariness.

Cerros: "…"

He let go of his hand subconsciously, and his heart suddenly softened.

Ansier was so tired, yet willing to agree to the invitation, he thought... stop!

Theros made up his mind. The horns are often the best reflection of the physical and mental state of the devil. Ans El is willing to force himself to agree to the invitation, but as a mature Demon King, he cannot do so without it. eyesight.

"Are you really tired? We can make an appointment another day." Ceros said softly, "The celebration will not start until the evening, and I will take care of the other things here, you can go back and rest. "

This was completely expected by Ans El, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, turned around and left. Seeing him leave in a hurry with his white hair fluttering, Theros still felt uneasy, he pondered for a while, and asked the close ministers beside him.

"Are you asking... a medicine to relieve fatigue?" The close minister was stunned, "Of course I have some fine products here, you can choose."

The wealth of Lust City is also reflected in potions and various magic props. Ceros carefully selected two or three bottles with the best taste from a pile of bottles and jars. Later, no matter what, he felt that it was not enough, so he simply took the whole box away.

The close minister who was confiscated the whole box of medicine: "…"

He looked at the back of His Majesty's departure in confusion.

In that direction, it seems to be the tent of His Majesty Ansel?

***

On the way back to the tent, Anse Er was not disturbed again, which can be said to be very lucky. He returned to his tent, set up the guards at the door first, and then sent Fini the Phoenix to watch the preparations for the celebration feast. In the end, feeling unsafe, he put layers of magic protection on the door of the tent.

This time he finally felt a little more at ease, however, when he just grabbed the horn on top of his head and was about to shove it down—

"Anse Er."

Familiar cold tones rang from outside the tent.

Ansel: "…"

He grabbed the horn on the top of his head, stuck there, and the whole angel was almost depressed.

Help! Did Ceros notice something? !

Otherwise, why do you keep following him!

The author has something to say:

Theros: I'm in love.

Theros: He has me in his heart.

Anse:…

Anse: Help! He's so terrifying, wouldn't he find out!

Cerros: ? ? ?