The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Expensive and expensive are good. After drinking the potion as a drink, Ansier felt refreshed. He had the feeling of Ceros in his heart, and since he had cooperated happily on the battlefield before, he was not shy to show some kindness.

"Anyway, it's almost time to rest, I'll deal with the aftermath with you, and then go straight to the celebration." Ans Air said while picking up a new cape, "Listen. Said you brought back the monster emperor's crown? Go and see."

He put on a cape, and his white hair was pressed under the cape for a while, and he lifted it up. Ansel didn't notice that there was a strand of hair still pressing, and only saw it along the line of Ceros's line of sight, so he pulled the stubborn strand of hair out from under the cloak.

He found that Ceros was still looking at his hair, his eyes fixed.

"What's wrong? There shouldn't be anything under it..."

He brushed his hair again to confirm. Theros looked away, his tone flat.

"It's nothing, white hair is rare among demons."

The alarm bell rang in Ansel's heart, worried that he would reveal something, so he responded casually.

"What's this? There are many races in the demon world, just white hair. I was born like this."

When he saw Ceros's line of sight, he seemed to ponder for a while, and said slowly.

"It turned out to be really born, I thought you were dyed."

Ansel: "…"

If you can't speak, don't speak! Don't bark!

"Can you dye it like this?" He almost laughed angrily, "How about you touch it yourself?"

Cerros: "!!"

And such good things? !

At this time, he really didn't hear that Ansier was acting strangely, and his eyes were full of shiny white hair. He had already thought about how to touch it, how to stroke it down, or whether to wrap it around his fingertips... However, after Ansier finished speaking, he didn't give him any time. The Demon King's cloak was raised, and he turned his head and planned to leave the tent.

…Isn’t it okay to touch it? !

In an emergency, he reached out his hand twice—

Grabbed the end of Ansel's hair.

***

Another close minister respectfully received the two noble majesties. He was given the task of guarding the monster's crown just now, so he has been guarding it here. He originally thought that the His Majesties would come to check after the celebration banquet or tomorrow, but he did not expect that before the celebration banquet, he saw two His Majesties coming together.

His Majesty Theros is still confused as usual, His Majesty Ansel... Huh? Is this pulling up the white hair?

The white hair was rolled up and placed on one shoulder, which did not damage the majesty of the Demon King. His Majesty Ans El looked arrogant and stepped into the protective barrier first, followed by His Majesty Theros. Although the atmosphere between the two His Majesty seemed a little weird, the close minister didn't have time to think so much, and hurriedly followed.

As soon as the close minister entered the protective barrier, he bowed his head deeply. He couldn't look directly at the crown that belonged to the monster emperor. Several tests had proved that the crown would have a great influence on the mind of the demon.

But the devil can look directly at the crown.

"This is the crown of the monster emperor?" Ans El looked at the slightly broken crown. The crown was full of twists and strangeness, and the swarms and eyes did not look like native creatures. In fact, the biggest achievement of the previous war, in addition to killing the queen, was to bring back this crown.

Anseyer stared at the crown for more than ten seconds, and the pattern on the crown suddenly turned in his eyes, swirling like a tentacle. He frowned, his eyelashes blinked, and the twisted vision slowly disappeared.

"It looks like it's imitating the crown of the Demon King." Ansair affirmed, and then became a little puzzled, "We didn't appear on this front before, even in the previous war, Never wearing a crown, how on earth do they imitate?"

Cerros pondered for a moment, and came up with an idea.

"Perhaps, they can resolve some of the laws of their place."

The devil wears a crown and rules the four directions—this is the iron law of the devil world. Because of the analysis of some of the laws of the demon world, the monster emperor also put a crown on himself, and even developed queens, princes, and various lower social rank.

His words startled Ansel.

Yes, when he was in the Supreme Heaven, he also faced monsters with the characteristics of the Supreme Heaven. There was no emperor on that front, but on the head of the queen who was beheaded by him. The same thing-!

Aperture! The abstract superimposed patterns are so complicated that Ans Air did not recognize the angel halo at the beginning!

Too shocked, Ansel fell into his own thoughts. He repeatedly recalled the details of the original battlefield, until Theros' voice came vaguely.

“…Anse Er.”

He suddenly calmed down again, raised his sunset-colored demon pupils, and saw a smile on the lips of Theros, who was usually expressionless.

"Don't worry, the analysis is only superficial. It's like those monsters incarnated into orcs, but they can't learn to become beasts."

"Ansi Er, as the devil, do you and I rely on the crown on the head?"

—of course not.

Anseyer's heart moved slightly, he looked directly at Ceros's dark blue vertical pupils, and for the first time felt that the arrogance of this colleague was very cute. Ansier himself has been conquering for decades, leading his close ministers to conquer the entire Eastern Region; Ceros suffered a change at the beginning of his ascension, and forced the Asmodeus family to be brought out of the precariousness by himself... They do have arrogance Qualifications should indeed be arrogant.

Seeing Ans El's eyes brighten again, Ceros's smile widened slightly.

"Of course not. It is because we are demon kings that we have crowns; it is not because we have crowns that we can be called demon kings."

He said this, his expression not concealing his arrogance, and the pair of pure black horns with frost-colored light on the top of his head also raised. Ansel's gaze fell on the opposite corner uncontrollably, and remained still for a few seconds until Ceros asked in a daze.

"Where are you looking?"

Anse Elton looked back like he was braking suddenly, he remembered the little lamb’s horn that came to the front of the imperial court to cut, the horn seemed to have a very wicked meaning, of course he couldn’t admit it.

"I didn't look anywhere." He denied it, and then changed the subject, "The celebration is about to start, let's go over. The place where the monster's crown is located needs to be strictly guarded, and my subordinates will also later. come over."

Cerros: "…"

He was like a ball of wool that was slapped by the cat, and he still remembered the strength of the cat's claws, but the cat chased the butterfly on its own. He looked at the white-haired cat's back, which seemed to be smug and unconcerned, and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Sooner or later...Sooner or later he will...

This is undoubtedly a very lively night, the devil likes to have fun and enjoyment, and naturally this celebration banquet is well-organized. The drinks were also open, and the generals staggered, and then raised the wine glass respectfully together, and respected His Majesty the Demon King in high position.

Anseyer is self-disciplined, he just drank a little, and then devoted himself to getting Theros drunk. Listening to his false and malicious polite remarks, His Majesty the Demon King, who has been in power for over a thousand years, has an unpredictable face, but he will not refuse anyone who comes. .

This guy can't pour a thousand cups! It's boring!

Levy was flushed and slightly drunk. He actually cares more about what to do at night after the banquet, that is the real happiness.

Ansier watched Levy surrounded by the demon generals who belonged to the southern region to compliment him. He was secretly curling his lips when suddenly, Ceros leaned gently towards him, with a hint of wine in his breath, as if he wanted to whisper a few words to him.

"...I don't know, I thought he killed the queen and seriously injured the emperor."

said in a low voice, the wine softened the original sternness in the tone, showing a kind of softness, but the content of the words was a complete ridicule. Ansair also laughed, and then with a change of expression, he took what Theros handed over from under the table under the cover of his sleeve.

It feels...like a crystal pen?

"You go and draw, on the banner at the back." Ceros said softly, "I'll give you a look."

Ansier turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the three banners behind, each of which happily promoted the achievements of a demon king, Levi's banner at the bottom, wrote a Official words like "fight bravely".

The location is not high, and it seems that it is easy to touch. Anse Elton is always moved. Under the cover of Ceros, he moved back silently.

Among the jubilant demons, Sidi of the Leopard Tribe did not step forward to compliment his Demon King, but sat quietly in his seat. But her piebald tail is shaking excitedly, and her eyes are shining!

Why? Of course, it's because the leopard leopard is nibbling again!

The intimate whispering gesture, almost horn to horn, black hair covered with white hair... Sidi was so excited that she wanted to die, and in the gap between the snoring, she suddenly noticed Anse His Majesty El began to draw something on the banner of Demon Lord Levi.

Sidi had already witnessed the ineffective performance of his own Demon King on the battlefield. His Majesty Ansair and His Majesty Theros were considered enough to give His Majesty Levi's favor at the celebration party, and did not bluntly mock them. Sidi is very curious now, what does His Majesty Ansair want to draw on the banner?

I saw Ans Air holding a crystal pen, and below Levi's name on the banner, he first drew a slap, and then a fish.

Touch, fish.

Levy fishes.

Pfft!

Sidi did not laugh out loud on the spot, she covered her mouth tightly, watched Ansier finish painting, and quietly moved back to her original seat.

The two His Majesties were still next to each other, speaking in a low voice, as if no one could intervene.

Sweet! arrive! faint! Jue!

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Leopard Leopard: Ouch! !