The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

After the celebration was over, everyone said goodbye to His Majesty the Demon King and dispersed. Fini stole two sips of fruit wine, jumped on the table so drunk, and stepped on the silver-winged dragon's tail. The silver-winged dragon suddenly made a dissatisfied "Ow" and opened his mouth to bite, but Ceros held his head mercilessly.

Silverwing: "…"

Dragon has reason to suspect that His Majesty is a man who prefers **** over friends.

"Are you going back?"

Theros asked, he and Ansair were almost the last to leave, except for the servants who stayed to clean, there was no one here, only the wine that filled the room when the banquet was over gas. Although the whole banquet was fun, Anse Er still felt a little tired, he stretched his body and stood up.

"It's late, of course."

Of course Ansel did not say anything.

—it's getting late, it's time to sneak out and break the aperture!

He counted the time in his heart, and he was very proud. His card time was just right, not in a hurry, and he didn't have to wait too long after slipping out. When he breaks the time bomb like the aperture, and pays more attention to the power output, he will be the impeccable Demon King again!

Although it makes sense that Ans El wanted to go back to rest, Theros still had some regrets. The demon is full of energy, especially when he is interested in things. He doesn't feel tired at all, and he can even drink another round with Ansel alone.

Unfortunately, Ansel looks like she wants to rest.

"Then go back and rest, and think about the battle line tomorrow." Theros had to say this, even if he was reluctant, he now had to separate from Ans Air.

The winged dragon's tail was about to be trampled, but because of his majesty, he dared not speak out.

Wait until tomorrow, he will pluck the tail of this silly bird!

He twitched his tail twice, making it bulge again. Seeing that His Majesty had been looking at Ansel's back, he let out a small cry.

"Ouch?"

Will we meet again tomorrow?

Hearing his cry, Ceros froze for a moment, showing a very faint smile.

"You're right."

See you again tomorrow.

It's not that Ceros is not aware of his excessively abnormal feelings at the moment, but he chose to let it go.

Silver Winged Dragon whispered again.

"Ow."

But the other party obviously wants to sleep.

Cerros: "…"

He had no expression on his face, but he lifted a bottle of wine with revenge in his hand, squashing the swollen tail of the silver-winged dragon.

I'm bored.

Silverwing: "…"

Silver Winged Dragon: "Ow!!"

Full of sweet but depressed feelings, His Majesty the Demon King returned to his tent. Although it was a day of celebration, the affairs that should be dealt with still had to be dealt with. During the day, he was busy with wars, and at night there were affairs in the city. This was the overtime routine of the Demon King.

Cerros checked the documents one by one, of course, there are some current political news. He gave instructions casually, and the close officials next to him would naturally record them respectfully.

Until Ceros saw one of the papers—

"..."Eastern Entertainment News"?"

Cerros raised his eyebrows, wondering why such an entertainment newspaper would come in. The close minister was also a little stunned. His first reaction was to apologize immediately, and then he wanted to take away the entertainment newspaper that delayed His Majesty's affairs. Ceros's gaze fell on the word "Eastern Region", he raised his hand to stop the movements of his close minister, and chose to take a look.

Because the Eastern Region is the territory of Ansel, he wants to know more about that land.

Immediately afterwards, Theros saw the eye-catching headline—

"His Majesty the Demon King Theros Suspiciously Reveals His Mate Needs: I Like White Hair Like Moonlight"

Theros with the newspaper: "…"

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the title's close minister: "…"

Raised its hind legs and scratched its ear fins, the silver-winged dragon who forgot to put down his legs was too shocked: "…"

Two demons and one dragon fell into a strange silence.

He almost didn't kneel on the spot, and as His Majesty the Demon King spoke calmly, he almost kowtowed to ask for forgiveness.

“Eastern Entertainment News…”

The indifferent voice of the Demon King was meaningful, and there was no joy or anger. Silver-winged Long Shuo covered his head with his wings, waiting for the storm to come.

However, the trembling demon and the dragon never imagined that the second half of His Majesty's sentence was—

"Something."

Huh?

Holding the newspaper, Ceros thought deeply.

"How did they know?"

My close minister: "!!"

Silver Winged Dragon: "!!"

No! So that's really your criteria for choosing a mate? !

Theros was completely undisturbed by the shocked eyes, and after thinking, he took the newspaper roll in his hand.

Injustice has a head and a debt, and the "Eastern Entertainment News" is under the jurisdiction of Ans Air, and it is not too much for him to ask.

…I just want to meet.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" The close minister watched Ceros get up and seemed a little panicked for some reason, "You, are you going to find His Majesty Ansel?"

It didn't take long for the feast to end! When there is no half magic before and after!

Cerros nodded with a deep expression, he went to ask the teacher to ask for his guilt, and chatted for a while.

My close minister: "…"

He was speechless, watching the figure of His Majesty the Demon King disappear at the tent door. He wasn't worried that His Majesty would suffer, but... just...

His Majesty Ansel has white hair! Putting His Majesty with another His Majesty whose mate selection criteria are highly similar to his own... Is the other His Majesty safe?

With the last glimmer of hope, the close minister asked tremblingly.

"...you're not going to spend the night there, are you?"

Cerros thought for a moment, chatting well, of course he could chat all night, so he replied.

"Not necessarily."

The close minister was shaky.

The figure of His Majesty the Demon King blended into the night and could not be seen. The close minister covered his face in pain and asked the silver-winged dragon on the table next to him.

"You said, if something really happens, will the two domains go to war?"

Silver Winged Dragon thought for a while, and answered honestly.

"Ow."

I don't think Your Majesty has the guts to bow down.

Before he could cry, his close minister covered his mouth with tears streaming down his face.

"Shhh! Shhh! Lord Shuo! That's a shame!"

***

In fact, Ans Air had long since forgotten about the rumor that the "Eastern Entertainment News" was rumored. He never imagined that someone would use this as an excuse to chat with him for a long time. After he returned to the tent, he settled Fini first, making sure that Fini was sleeping deeply and couldn't wake up for a few hours. Then he changed into lighter clothes and left the tent lightly and silently.

He wants to come back and deal with his daily affairs, so it is not known yet, after a difficult balance, Elio, the editor-in-chief of "Eastern Entertainment News", gritted his teeth and sent out the report.

There are bound to be some misunderstandings. Elio prayed to the Demon God in his heart, hoping that His Majesty's magnanimity would not be taken seriously.

Ansier is a kind-hearted devil, and he encourages freedom of the press. Elio's mood is barely stable.

Ansair did not know that someone tossed and turned over the report, he left the camp, and then spread his wings into the air. The bat-wing pendant was flapping behind his back, leading him to fly under the gloomy night sky of the seventh abyss, and Ansi Er's mood could even be called light.

He will soon be able to see his new wings.

The Demon King's flying speed is extremely fast, but to be cautious, Anse Er still flew half of the magic and came to a place quite far from the camp. The torches in the camp can no longer be seen here, and in the boundless darkness, Ansier caught a glimpse of a large red shadow below.

—that's a large demonic mandala.

The red stone of the seventh abyss lacks nutrients, but the devil mandala does not need much nutrition. On the contrary, the less nutrition, the brighter the color. The city of Suberbian, ruled by Ansair, is located on the sea of ​​flowers. The demons in the city like to decorate their lives with flowers. It is not uncommon to see the mandala in the devil world, but it is only in the seventh abyss to bloom into such bright colors. .

Ansier lowered his height, and as soon as his wings were retracted, he fell into this burning sea of ​​flowers.

He didn't know that someone was following him near and far.

The Crown of the Demon King will interact with each other, but it is blocked by the abyss breath of Abyss Sword Abis, as long as it is not too close, it will not be discovered in the short term. Theros didn't know why he wanted to come here. When he saw Ans El hurriedly leaving the camp, he suddenly felt something. He didn't call Ans El aloud, but came directly here.

Too unusual.

Theros was a little puzzled by Ansel's late-night trip. He was obviously so tired at the end of the banquet, but now he has flown so far in one breath. If it is a night walk, it seems that it can be established, but he always thinks that Ansel is a little sneaky.

With doubts, he waited quietly. Finally, the white-haired Demon King above the sea of ​​flowers moved—

The white-haired demon king raised his hand, and his fingertips touched the pair of small horns on his head. The white fingers and the black horns formed a strong contrast. Flickering between fingers. He touched it lightly, as if to test, and as if to determine the position of the corner, but the touch fell into the eyes of Ceros, and it was too provocative.

His mind swayed gently with Ansel's movements, as if floating and sinking in a gentle water wave, and with the touch it turned into a rub, he could not wait to replace it with his body.

The pair of beautiful horns seems to be able to hold...

Seemingly responding to his heartfelt voice, Ansel held his horn after a brief touch.

Theroston's heart tensed, but before the splendid thoughts could multiply, he realized that Ansier's movement of holding the horn was a bit wrong.

…why two hands?

…Also, is it a little too hard?

The next second, he saw that Ansair expressionlessly increased his strength, exerting force in his hands, and directly slammed the pair of small and lovely horns—

Removed.

Pick! Down! Come! !

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For the devil, this shock is no less than seeing someone take off their head directly hahahaha!