The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

The senior management has determined the strategy, the witcher club soon issued a mission notice, formed a team, and set off collectively.

Anseyer looked at the names of himself and Joey on the list, and the conspicuous "sixth star" remark at the back, and felt that they stood out from the crowd. No witcher was more conspicuous than them.

No one on the list is better than them!

"Speaking of which, Joey, how are we going to get there?" asked Ansier, who had not been involved in such group activities.

Joey is obviously much more experienced.

"It should be a bus to go there, and when approaching the town, then spread out to avoid the target being too obvious."

Bus…

Anseyer quickly remembered the Human World video he watched these days, a group of human cubs wearing yellow hats and carrying small schoolbags, crawling "hehehehe" On the bus, the human teacher watched tenderly from the side.

Got it! It's like an outing!

I set off the next day. That night, Ans Air used the employee discount card to buy things to bring in the convenience store. While packing things in the hotel room, Black Swan silently watched him shove into his backpack and sighed humanely.

He knew, Ans Air didn't lack the skills to take care of his hair, he lacked the skills to take care of everything.

The black swan gently held Ans Air's hand with its wings, because Ans Air even planned to bend a tin can moderately, so that it could be successfully inserted into the gap in the bag !

He is not afraid of leakage!

Anseyer was dared to open, he sat in the chair and tilted his head to watch the black swan orderly organize his things. After watching this for a while, he suddenly laughed. The black swan suddenly looked up at him, and Ansair just smiled and waved his hand.

"It's nothing, I just think it's a little magical. The swan is helping me pack my bags."

Black Swan looked at him speechlessly.

Is it okay to leave you alone? Backpacks have to explode!

"Also, you can actually participate in such a group activity..." Ansair completely leaned into the armchair with velvet cushions and backrests, his voice was very soft, "It's not the same as the situation in the demon world. It's not the same, the demon world is closer to traveling with a car, and the current one is closer to colleagues or comrades to hang out with."

"I don't do this very often."

He repeated.

"So a surprise."

His Majesty the Demon King in the body of the black swan tilted his head slightly. He felt a little strange. Compared with the demons with unique personalities who like to live in isolation, angels in the records of the classics undoubtedly prefer collective action. They have a strong sense of honor, have a common goal, often form a group, and even form a battle formation when attacking... This kind of outing cannot be held seventy or eighty times a year?

But he suddenly discovered that Ans Air's expression at this time was not only emotion, but the slightly drooping eyelashes were even more sparse.

…no angels playing with him?

Why?

Anse Air is so good.

The black swan pulled the backpack up with the zipper in his mouth, and the things inside were neatly arranged. It is the degree of comfort that can be praised when the obsessive-compulsive disorder comes. He came to Ansier's chair with a clatter, and with a wing, it landed lightly on Ansier's lap, and then lay down.

Being next to such a big warm bird, Ansair smiled and hugged the swan in his arms.

"I'm fine, don't console me."

The swan stubbornly refused to go down, and even spread its wings to hug him.

His Majesty the Demon King in the body of the swan thought, since those angels seem to be very blind, and there is no one to play with in the heaven, isn't it good for Ansier to stay in the demon world?

He can play with Anse Er, anytime.

As it was said, the black swan jumped off Ans Air's lap, ran to the corner and came back with something in his mouth. Ansier took a closer look and found that it was a colored circle. Black Swan's eyes were a little vicissitudes and a little connivance, and he silently put the circle on Ansier's lap, showing a heroic expression.

Come on! Come play hoops!

Tie him!

Ansier was completely amused this time, and the previously gloomy mood was swept away. He picked up the cheap colored plastic ring, and felt that this ring did not match the noble and elegant black swan, so he took out a sufficiently noble ring from the special space ring.

His aperture! A lot!

Black Swan: "…"

The familiar feeling of myocardial infarction came again.

Say…

How many circles does Ansair have?

***

The Witcher Club chose a low-key bus to set off early in the morning, Yun Jian checked the list to make sure that all the members were present, and finally got on the bus and sat in front of the bus.

The inside of the car was very quiet. The witchers who participated in this mission were all experienced veterans. In this heavy atmosphere and serious senior witcher, there are still two rookies with different painting styles.

And a goose.

Anseyer got in the car and put the goose next to him, Joey sat in the front row, both of them were probing their brains. Joey wants to see where Yun Jian is sitting, and if he encounters a problem, he will take Ansi Er to paste it over there for safety. Ans Air looked at the scenery outside the car window. Hills and trees flashed by. The car was not affected by wind or rain, and it could accommodate dozens of people in one breath, which was really good.

The needle is not poked, it is better than the electric car, the devil should also develop it.

He sighed, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, because under the guidance of these two unusual beans, there was gradually a noisy sound in the car.

With the sound of outing √

"Hey, what weapon did you bring this time?" A witcher asked his companion next to him. road.

"I didn't bring anything, the task is very difficult, so be as complete as possible."

He slowly opened the backpack, revealing the swords, spears, swords and halberds inside, and the witcher who asked the question suddenly looked surprised.

"A lot of cold weapons... That's right, you are good at cold weapons." Then, he also lightly opened his backpack, seemingly casual, but in fact full of show off, "mine is not Same..."

In the backpack are all kinds of firearms and bullets, shining and looking amazing.

The first witcher to show a "tsk", feeling beaten down, and unhappily pulling up his backpack. Suddenly someone patted his back lightly from behind, and a third witcher came over and slowly displayed the contents of the bag.

"I made a deal with the witches and got some potions and other gadgets..."

Wow, this is a real big family. The witches are usually proficient in potions and alchemy, and their products are worth thousands of dollars, and this backpack is not cheap.

A heavy snort sounded, and the weapon master stood up. As a third-class star, he was also on the list of support this time. Ignoring the fact that the vehicle was moving, he came among the three witchers who were showing off to each other, and yanked off his coat. The eyes of the three witchers suddenly straightened, unable to compare, they were willing to lose.

Joey, who watched all this: "…"

But! This action of pulling off the coat is really like a pervert exhibitionist!

The "Exhibitionist" convinced the three witchers and showed a satisfied smile. Then, his eyes turned like electricity, and he instantly turned to Ansel and Joey.

Joey: "…"

Don't come here!

Ansair is playing the game of wings with the swan, the swan lets him, and he always wins. Suddenly feeling that the light was blocked, he slowly raised his head, a little puzzled, and Joey winked at him frantically in front of him.

Ansel: "...?"

Why? Want to fight?

Backpack."

Ansell understands it in seconds.

"I did bring something, how about we swap it?"

He said, lifted the backpack on the ground and zipped it. For fear of missing out, the weapon master looked closely, and saw that Ansair's backpack was full of—

Crisps, jelly, spicy strips, hawthorn rolls and bottled milk.

Ansier said excitedly.

"What did you bring? We can eat it instead!"

Weapon Master: "…"

Other witchers: "…"

Joey: "…"

Joey turned around slowly, covering his face with his hands in pain. He has known it for a long time. He has known it since last night when Ansair started shopping with employee cards in the convenience store. It's not that he didn't persuade him, but Ansi Er is obviously not a normal person's thinking!

[Without food? 】

he asked in surprise.

【How can you not bring food? Oh I get it, you mean there is a convenience store to buy things when you go there... But you will be hungry on the road, right? 】

The focus of thinking is completely shifted! They're going to a horrible half-occupied town! Why is Ansair still thinking about eating?

Joy was suffocated, Anse Er felt normal, and Ceros who helped him pack also felt normal.

Is there any danger in this world for the devil?

In the mentality of making friends, Ansel enthusiastically shared his snacks, almost every witcher got them, and his expression became indescribable. Only Yun Jian was relatively bland. He took the initiative to take a jelly and opened it on the spot.

There is still a long way to go.

Have a snack.

After Ans Air divided the snacks, the whole carriage was filled with the smell of spicy strips and potato chips. He was calm on the outside, but a little excited inside, he touched the black swan's feathers with his hands upside down, seeing that he planned to turn the whole goose into a feather duster.

"Look, doesn't this look like sharing snacks with friends?" Ans Air whispered, his eyes sparkling, "It's great to come out together!"

The black swan let him lick and closed his eyes.

Seeing those witchers taking snacks, each one of them looked like they were walking slowly, with their backs stooped and stooped. It's good to be friends with Ansel, but you have to be ready to be ten years old at any time.

But some people seem to be able to adapt.

The car was halfway through, and Yun Jian came from the front and came to the seat next to Ans Air. Seeing that he wanted to speak, Ansier hugged the black swan next to him on his lap and gave the outer position to Yun Jian.

"It's almost there, there are some things I want to tell you in advance." The second-class witcher said, "About the reason for the failure of the last mission in this small town."

Anse Elton listened intently, but the more he listened, the more wrong his expression became. After a while, he repeated it.

"The... organization summoned by the devil?"

"Yes. That is to say, in addition to the demon's lair in this town, there is also an organization to summon demons. I don't know if this organization has anything to do with the formation of the demon's lair." Yun Jian said, "It was this organization that suddenly attacked our companions at the last minute, causing the mission to fail."

Ansier's expression was a little complicated, as was the expression of the black swan beside him.

Why is it a demon summoning again!

"But I checked privately and found that this organization and the secret society are not together, and they even do not deal with it." Yun Jian pondered, "The leader of this organization once released rhetoric about the summoning of demons. , they are going to stand up to the secret society."

Ansel: "…"

Black Swan: "…"

The two demon kings fell into a temporary silence, and Ansel thought more.

Fighting the Chamber of Secrets on the Demon Summoning? Although it may be a bit of a push and a half, the secret meeting is Theros who summoned one of the three demon kings!

The Devil King Levi will only be rotten, if he really wants to fight in court...

Ansel was silent.

Isn't it necessary to summon him? !

The author has something to say:

Anse Er: Tell a joke, the enemy is trying to summon me to confront Theros.

Levy: Hahahahaha!

Ansel: And you don't even deserve it.

Levy: ? ? ?