The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

At that moment, he even thought that Ansair was going to take the initiative to fight him, but after taking a closer look, Theros found that the aperture had some prominent flying feathers as decoration, which was obviously not Ansair Such a shiny circle. His Majesty the Demon King stroked his chest vigorously in his heart, giving himself comfort, but fortunately he took a closer look, otherwise he would have to go over on the spot.

"What's the matter with you? Is your heart uncomfortable?" Ansair was concerned about the probe, and then handed the aperture forward, "You use it to warm your heart! Not long after it was broken, it was still hot. what!"

Even fresh off! It's even scarier!

Although it was Ans-El's suggestion, it was too outrageous, and Ceros sternly refused. It is impossible for him to let the apertures of other angels stick to his heart, and Anseir's is almost the same.

Ansel's aperture...closes to his heart...

Cerros;"…"

My heart is beautiful.

Unfortunately, the aperture in his hand has been completely cold because it has been broken off for too long, and now it is being warmed by his body.

Anselm is a little sorry, but understandable. He heard Ceros ask himself where he got this new circle from. Isn't that the point! He was about to show this off!

He gave Ceros a description of how he got his head in the ring. Ceros didn't show any expression during the whole process, but Ansel was already very good at reading his eyes, he looked at Ceros' expression changed from solemn to surprised to proud to solemn, and he felt very happy.

…But what was the little bit of pain he read?

Throwing away the incomprehensible emotions, Ans Air felt that Ceros was really a good listener! He remembered the fact that the Supreme Heaven was rotten to the house again, and his heart couldn't help moving. Looking at His Majesty the Demon King, who needed ability, ability, and brains in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more he looked at him!

Seros, what a devil!

"Theros." He said sincerely, his pupils the color of the sunset flashing, "You will live forever."

The only colleague around him will be his colleague for a long time!

What does this mean...

Theros was almost taken away by Ansel's words in the moment just now. He was even in a trance, watching the white-haired angel say such sensational words to him like a hymn, his eyes flickering, more brilliant than the sea of ​​flowers in the sunset.

It would make people laugh when he said it, and he was almost bewitched.

—The demon is bewitched by the angel.

The ancestor of the Asmodeus family, he is teasing me.

His Majesty the Demon King calmly rounded up.

He wants to sleep with me!

Just as Ceros was worried about where to start, the table or the window sill, he saw Ansel sat down at the round table casually. There was a game of chess on the round table. It was a game that Theros himself played against himself. Ans El watched it carefully for a while.

The little flame in Ceros's heart suddenly wilted slowly.

Ansier didn't think so at all.

His rounding does not count as QVQ

The brain cools, the delusions are shut down, and the smart IQ takes over again. Theros watched Ansair sit down, took a chess piece, and started to continue the game. He also sat down on the other side with a low mood.

"Why did you say...that sentence?" He tried to appear indifferent.

Ansel muttered while holding the pawn.

"Cerros, do you have a feeling..."

"The people around you are rotten."

Theros fell silent.

"You mean Levy?"

Ansel was speechless for a while.

"...No, no, not persecuting him today."

He turned his gaze to the aperture he put down, pondered for a moment, and asked Ceros.

"Cerros, is there a possibility that the whole sky of supremacy is rotten?"

Theros paused.

"Like Levy?"

"Yes!"

Cerros smiled softly, this was not a mockery, but a helplessness. He looked at Ans Air in front of the chessboard, and moved a piece himself, saying at the same time.

"When I came to the Human World, you also warned me not to be too arrogant and to act cautiously. What? Is it your turn to be careless now?"

Anseyer choked for a while, he did persuade Ceros like this, but he didn't expect it to come back to him in the end.

"The Supreme Heaven is not the same as the human world. The Asmodeus family has been paying attention to the movements of the heavenly world for all generations. For the Supreme Heaven, the family's secret treasures are highly rated." Ross said that he did not hide it, and told Ansier directly.

"The Asmodeus family has recorded the information of the celestial rulers of the past generations. Only the most recent generation of rulers is not clear, which is also because of the isolation of the three realms." He said calmly, " The current generation of consuls, the information fed back is only the name, the angel of power Sharia, and the angel of healing Uriel, the third consul, it is not clear."

Ansi Er was silent for a while. He left the heaven for more than 300 years. Anyway, more than 300 years ago, there were only two consuls. As for whether there have been new consuls in recent years, Ans El himself does not know.

Theros continued.

"The trouble is, the last Archon is the strongest one. In theory, it will be a war angel. This layout of one strong and two weak is a kind of balance. The same is true of the demon world."

Anse Er was stunned, and then showed some doubts.

"But..." he said, "Seros, you're not weak."

Cerros: "…"

Ansier is really an amazing guy, not only did he not hesitate to put the "strongest" title on his head, he even took the opportunity to praise him... don't say , he was actually a little happy!

But...

Guided by Ans El's thoughts, Theros also pondered.

The layout of one imposition and two weaknesses should be correct, and this has been the case in all dynasties. This is also to concentrate the greatest power on the strongest demon king or consul for quick decision-making, and in extraordinary times, the system of the two realms allows them to completely become one, and only one will emerges, that is, the most The will of the strong.

Then here comes the problem.

What is the situation when Ansair, who is also a demon king, can fight with him?

The name of the strongest is inherited by the Asmodeus family, from generation to generation, and Levi's weakness and rottenness is evidence. However, among them, there was an angel like Ansair who seemed to be undercover. If he really was a fake devil, it would be fine. The devil really recognized him and gave him a crown.

Cerros has difficulty understanding why.

It can’t be the heaven that sent the consul to go undercover, right? It's a bit funny, such a stern demon like him can laugh until an avalanche occurs outside Lust City.

"In short, no matter what..." Theros concluded with some difficulty, "Even if you think the other two archons are weak, the last archon will definitely be strong, so be careful."

Ans El nodded heavily, he trusted Ceros very much, he must beware!

The two played chess in harmony, and Ceros was filled with a sense of silence. He occasionally peeked at the angel on the opposite side. The angel held his chin and thought about the next move. The white hair was tangled between his fingers, shining brightly.

He is so handsome!

His Majesty the Demon King thought happily.

The quiet atmosphere was soon interrupted by the visitor, and when he remembered the light knock on the door, Ceros almost couldn't suppress his temper. He frowned at the location of the door, and Ansair tilted his head to look at the door and said.

"Then I'll go first? Are you busy?"

No! It's not his working time now! He doesn't want to work overtime either!

The chess has not been played yet, and Ansel doesn't want to move. His main consideration is that he is still holding the identity of a witcher, and it is best not to be seen by the people in the secret meeting. Thinking about it like this, it's like he's sneaking in for a private meeting in the dark... Stop!

Anseyer calmed down.

"The people in the secret meeting had better not see me... I'll go first."

"No, no need." Theros opened his mouth to stop, Mo Lan's demon vertical pupil showed a smile, "We can continue to play chess, the person who came to see me is an acquaintance of yours. ."

Anse Er reacted quickly.

"Gavin???"

Yeah! Gavin actually defected to the secret meeting! What is a idiom called? Delivered to your door!

Gavin had Sylvia attacked, and his former business partner Luther was taken away. Ansier has long been angry in his heart, and now it's good, he will send it directly to the door.

Outside the door, Westham knocked gently, and when the door automatically opened inward, he turned solemnly to Gavin.

"The lord has given permission, you can go in."

"Be careful what you say and do! The power of that lord... far exceeds your imagination."

Gai Wen responded, distracted thoughts floating in his heart. He even couldn't wait, the same clan in the door was about to be swallowed up by him, he would gain more power because of this, and he could directly steal the other party's business in the secret meeting!

The sword in the box seemed to vibrate restlessly again, Gaiwen's expression was kind, but the magic pattern was tapped on his hand, which suppressed the sword in the box even more fiercely.

The box was finally silent.

Luther was thinking about life in the box... ah no, maybe it was Jiansheng.

Before today, Luther could not have imagined that one day he would become a sword. Although he knew that he was a holy sword, how to change from a man to a sword, he felt that it was very abstract, like a mathematical problem related to solid geometry, which was unimaginable.

Strictly speaking, Luther was actually dead, and Gavin killed him. According to Gavin himself, in addition to enough determination and understanding to turn people into swords, they can also be killed.

But...

Turn into a sword, Luther can think!

This is not scientific! He has no brains, only Jianjian!

Luther struggled with this question, and then he found that he could still move slightly, so he would poke the box to figure it out when he was okay, and Gavin would quickly suppress him every time.

Alas, boring.

Luther was a little embarrassed, he wanted to make a ring.

Hearing the silence in the box, Gavin smiled contentedly. He didn't want any accident to happen when he met his kin, which would affect his plans.

Gwen walked into the open door, the black-haired man held a chess piece in his hand, and between the black hair, the black horns were majestic. Hearing the sound of entering the door, the man raised Mo Lan's vertical pupil and glanced at Gai Wen with a light expression.

…horn?

The performance of the man sitting opposite him was too lively. He stood up with his hands on the table and greeted Gaiwen happily.

"What a coincidence, Gavin!"

Gwen's pupils shrank immediately, the white hair! Those sunset eyes! That fearless tone!

The Brave Ansel! Why is he here? !

The hero is not only here, he is quite happy to propose to the demon sitting opposite.

"Cerros, let's pry his head off."

"Let's see if it's the prince we're looking for."

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Demon: (implicit silence)

Brave: Pry his head off!

Gwen: ? ? ?

…Who is the devil? !