The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Outside the tent, Ceros didn't get a response for a long time, he almost wondered if Ans El was so tired that he fell asleep. He repeatedly recalled Ans Air's performance on the battlefield just now. He was focused on by those monsters, and the power consumption might not be too small. At this time, the potion was very effective.

Just when he wanted to call again, a lazy response finally came from the tent.

"Call, call, call... are you calling me?"

Cerros: "…"

Anse El can always provoke him with a single word.

But then, he didn't feel angry at all, because the voice in the tent continued slowly—

"Wait a minute."

These words made him suddenly swayed, and he could almost imagine the appearance of the white hair scattered in the dark demon king's cloak. Along with it, he seemed to hear the sound of the clothes rubbing against each other, followed by a slight "ding", which was the movement of the thin black gold chain on Ans Air's wrist falling down again.

“…come in.”

Although the process was thrilling, Ansel finally changed the horns under the eyes of Ceros. He stuffed the broken horn into another space ring to make sure it wouldn't be discovered. Before putting it in the space ring, he also touched the broken horn, obviously after wearing it for a long time, he has some feelings.

But something else caught his attention.

In the past 300 years, no matter how frequent the war, no matter how dangerous the situation, no matter how hard he tried his best to output power, this horn headband has not had any problems. The alchemist with the head of the crow once assured him that the horn headband he made had considered the most extreme situation and would not easily go wrong.

But that was for the old Ansel. Ansi Er looked at his hand, and now he is only outputting power slightly, and the thin black gold chain that can devour the element of light begins to tremble.

His power...restored?

Looking at this situation, the wings may also...

Recalling the embarrassment when he first came to the devil world, and the battle he used to hold the magic crystal barely supported, Ansi Er's eyes flashed, and finally he closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about this issue for the time being .

In the future, use force more carefully, before replacing a new batch of horns.

Don't leave Ceros out for too long, that guy might make something happen. Ans El simply tidied it up to make the horns look more natural, and then he asked Theros to come in before he could even put on a new cape.

—So Theros met Ansel, who was completely different from his usual.

There is no majestic demon king's cloak in dark tones. Under the soft light of the magic lamp, the demon king of the Eastern Region is sitting in a cute armchair. The lower shoulders have changed from the meticulous and neatness of the past, and are slightly messy. The Demon King looked at him with his chin on his back. Only the vertical pupils of the demon with the color of the sunset were sharp, and the rest was as clear and soft as snow.

He looked at Ceros speechlessly.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" As soon as he finished asking, he showed a stunned look, "Didn't you just say that you would stay and deal with the follow-up... Could it be that you regretted it and wanted to take me back to work? "

Cerros: "…"

Many times, he wished that Ansel could not speak!

When Ans Air said this, Theros had returned to the cage with some sense of being offline, and suddenly felt very embarrassed by the medicine box in his hand. Due to the majesty of the Demon King, he didn't want himself to appear overly concerned, so after a brief thought, he began to place the potions bottle by bottle on the small round table in front of Ansel.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles…

Anse El looked at him inexplicably as he placed the potion.

"This is almost every kind of energy recovery potion on the market."

Theros finished placing the medicine bottle and introduced a sentence casually. Ansier glanced at him a little warily, and then looked at the medicine bottles on the table. Several of the bottles in it were made by the masters, and they were expensive to manufacture and could be called rare treasures. He didn't know what medicines were sold in Ceros gourd, so he just responded a little vaguely.

"Um..."

So what?

I saw the dark blue vertical pupil of the devil showing a faint smile.

"Sell to you."

Ansel: "…"

He didn't know what medicine was sold in Ceros gourd just now, but now he knows, this **** is really here to sell medicine!

And bother him to pick horns! And it scared him a lot!

Anse Elton did not hesitate to blast the troublesome guy out of his tent along with the potion.

Theros who was kicked out held the medicine box and frowned slightly, as if he was still a little confused.

"Aren't you going to buy it? You seem to need it very much, and a bottle only costs one hundred gold coins."

Theros felt that there was nothing wrong with his way of doing things, and using the name of "deal" to cover it up a little, Ansel would not easily notice his concern... well, he admits, he I really care about Ans El, so I set the ultra-low price of 100 gold coins. If Ans Air picks up the bottles of treasures in these potions, wouldn't this price be equivalent to giving them away? Will the Demon King still be short of a hundred gold coins?

Theros only missed one point, there is really a devil's pocket that is cleaner than his face!

Anseyer only had the gold coin that Plulu gave him before departure, so his answer was also very concise and straightforward.

"No money! Stay away!"

If you are really tired, you can rest after a good night’s sleep, what kind of medicine do you need to relieve fatigue! That's a sinful luxury!

Theros couldn't understand at all, whether Ansel wanted to fight against him, or was he really stubborn. He stood in front of the tent for a while, his face changed, and finally chose to turn away.

Ansier heard the movement of leaving from outside the tent, and was slightly relieved to concentrate on his own problem. Although the new horns have been replaced, the sequelae still exist. He only needs to put his hand on the top of his head and touch it just above the horns, and his fingertips can feel the slightest warmth.

That is the light element in the gathering. The growth of the aperture is irreversible, as if some law defaults that the angel must have the aperture, so the struggle between Ansair and the aperture is so protracted and arduous. He knew very well that this wave had to be broken again, and it was still not enough, and he was not familiar with the circle. Based on his experience, it would be about six hours later.

At that time, he should have just finished the celebration party, and he was lucky to have some alone time.

Maybe he can also take a look at his new wings? Although the bat wing pendant is very convenient, it is still pleasant to touch the original wings that have been separated for more than 300 years.

Anseyer made up his mind, and tiredness gradually came. However, Ansi Er did not regret the previous fatigue-relieving potions. He simply planned to take a nap and get up to prepare for the celebration feast. Suddenly, he heard the sound of Ceros going back and forth.

Isn’t it because you still want to sell medicine?

"Of course not." Theros, who came in for the second time, was expressionless. Ansair saw that he was holding a medicine box full of potions in one hand and two empty ones in the other. The cup, by the looks of it, should have come from the tavern.

One of the cups also contained a transparent thing, which made Ansel open his eyes slightly.

—It was a crystal blooming ice rose.

Seeing him notice Ice Rose, Ceros's voice became low and even.

"The celebration will take a while, until then..."

"One drink alone?"

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