The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

The illusory and down-to-earth dream of the demon king planted the seeds from that moment on.

When he fought in the East, when he ascended the throne, when he was crowned...

Seeds sprout into flowers, ideals never go out.

But...

Anse Er was expressionless.

That doesn't mean he won't drop the pen when Ceros vetoes his policies, nor does it mean he desperately wants to fight Ceros face-to-face.

He escaped the shielding magic and walked towards the cloud cymbal that was looking for him. The second-class witcher turned his black eyes, saw him, and walked towards him with Joey.

"Don't you like the liveliness?" Yun Jian asked.

"Hmm."

This is a very precious quality, and a good witcher will always live in isolation to ensure their sharpness. Yun Jian's expression softened, and beside him, Joey was blinking at Ansier excitedly, as if to imply that something good was going to happen.

What? Ansier was a little inexplicable, and then he saw Yun Jian take out something.

—It was a star-colored invitation card with a pattern of stars and wheat ears, which was the logo of the Witcher Club. When Yun Jian handed the invitation to Ans Air, his expression was serious.

"This is the club's annual meeting invitation, you must have heard of it before."

Oh, is that what Gavin wanted to give him? Ansier raised his eyebrows slightly. He took the invitation, opened it, and wrote his name with a gold pen on it. There was also a venue—Metropolis.

"The annual meeting will be held at the Metropolis, just before the star's birthday. At that time, people from all walks of life related to witch hunts will gather at the annual meeting to hold a mock hunt together. Demon action."

Sounds interesting, Ansel has never been to a big city since he came to the Human World. Because both the witcher club and the secret meeting belong to the mysterious side of the power, and the human world is actually separated by a layer, staying in a remote town, it will not be too conspicuous.

"But Ans, there is something I want to tell you solemnly."

Yun Jian said solemnly.

"You didn't get this invitation because you were a brave man. Your contribution to the club, your achievements in hunting demons, no one can erase these, and your identity as a brave man These cannot be erased."

"Excellent sixth-class star witcher Ans El, are you willing to accept this invitation?"

Ansier's eyes softened, and he put the invitation in his pocket.

"Accept it and be proud of it."

Yun Jian also laughed, he said again.

"The details of the annual meeting will be sent to you and Joey separately. Due to the participation of many parties in this annual meeting, the simulated witch hunt has become a venue for competition. There must be you in the team sent, the Holy Court will also send people, and...the Council of Silence."

This term is very new, and it was the first time Ansel heard it.

"It is another secret organization in the human world, which gathers... alien races living in the human world." Yun Jian explained, "Witches, vampires, solitary mages, and even half-orcs, they usually have The power is stronger than that of human beings, and there is a considerable gap between them."

Ansier pondered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

This seems to be a good opportunity for his ministers to justifiably haunt the human world. The ministers are almost all humanoids, Guxin can disguise as a half-orc, Andrea... blood race?

Anseyer thought of another question, if he formed such an alien team to participate in the simulated witch hunt at the annual meeting...

Is it rolling? Too bullying.

If, and if, he puts Ceros into the team...

It's terrible, can this year's meeting be better!

***

After the lively bonfire party, the witchers packed up and boarded the return bus under the night. How many people were there when they came and how many people were still there when they went back, the result of zero attrition is unprecedented. Demon hunters, while hunting demons, have learned to hang their lives on the blades of stronger demons.

All of this is thanks to the brave Ansair and the holy sword Joey!

Many witchers secretly cast their eyes in the direction of Ans El, only to see the white-haired hero sitting in his seat, closing his eyes and resting, looking very calm and credible. The seat next to him was vacant, so naturally there were people who wanted to sit with the hero.

"Anse, I'll sit with you..."

Joey also boarded the bus, and as he spoke, he was about to sit in the seat beside Ansel. In the end, for some reason, he turned around when he said what he said, and the whole person was confused, so he sat in a place three rows away from Ansier.

Joey: …

Closing his eyes and resting, Ans El opened his eyes and glanced at the side.

"The holy sword is not very smart, don't interfere with him with mental magic."

Hearing this is a bit short-sighted, Theros didn't show it on his face, but felt a little wronged in his heart. Well, without the interference of mental magic, can you just watch the holy sword sitting next to you? Doesn't Anselm want to sit with him? Then he will leave the position to that holy sword... Wait.

His Majesty the Demon King looked blank.

He thought he could give up his place to the holy sword.

And then Ansel sat on his lap!

Theros suddenly turned his anger into joy, making Ans El, who could read his emotions, be a bit baffled. The bus would run at night, and the witchers could take a nap in their seats, and by the next day, they would be back in their original city. Thinking of this, Ansier couldn't help yawning, and the next second, he found that Ceros sitting upright instantly.

Come over.

His Majesty the Demon King thought reservedly in his heart.

He allowed Ans-El to lean on his shoulder in drowsiness for the long journey of the night. What's more, Ansier would fall asleep directly, just leaning on his shoulder, his white hair poured out of his body, and the air between his breaths lingered in his ears. Maybe there will be occasional murmurs, like birds chirping in their dreams; maybe there will be a small nightmare, and he can just coax...

My heart is beautiful again.

His Majesty the Demon King imagined all possible reactions in Ansel's sleep, but he never imagined one thing.

Sacred Sword Joey was a few rows away, and a sword tip appeared.

"Anse, don't sleep. After we go back, we have a night shift, so we can go back to sleep again. Now that we sleep, the jet lag won't come back."

Ansel nodded.

"Okay, I won't sleep."

Cerros: "…"

He had to comfort himself, the journey was still long, and he would still fall asleep when he was very sleepy! He believed that Ansel would sleep!

That pesky point is popping up in the front row again.

"Anse, let me recommend you a little game to get rid of drowsiness. Play it, and you won't be sleepy."

Anse Er forced a yawn.

"Okay, I'll play."

Cerros: "…"

He will break the holy sword! Break! fold!

Joey quickly recommended the game to Ans Air from the communication software, Ans Air downloaded it with the magic mirror mobile phone and took a closer look.

—"Summoning the Big Watermelon". 【Note】

The magic mirror knew that he didn't want to sleep, and started talking to him in a ramble, a voice only Ansel could hear.

"Oh, my dear majesty, you are so insightful! This is the most popular human game nowadays!"

"Really?"

Ansel's drowsiness subsided a little, then he should have fun.

Therefore, both Joey's online and the magic mirror's live chat, Ansier became more and more energetic, and his hair stood up. On the other hand, Ceros next to him gradually withered in silence.

He hates the holy sword.

His Majesty the Demon King thought calmly.

He hates the Mouth-Breaking Mirror.

He hates the big watermelon even more!

However, after all, His Majesty the Demon King was powerless to change everything, he could only watch Ansel's emotions become more and more excited, and in the end...

Eyes stare like copper bells.

Cerros: "…"

On the contrary, it was himself who played chess with Ans El last night. After Ans El slept, he actually did not play against himself, but admired the flawless sleeping face of the angel up close. He also spread his wings and moved Ansier to sleep on his wings, rounding up to the point that he slept under him!

So he is very sleepy now.

It is painful.

Except for the driver, all the witchers in the car were asleep, only Ansel and Joey were still awake, plus a very sleepy Demon Lord. Theros thought he was going to hold on for the whole night, but unexpectedly, Ans Air, who seemed to be focusing on the game, suddenly said to him.

"I made you sleepy last night because of your chess addiction, didn't you?"

“…hmmm.”

"Come on, I'll spread my wings for you to sleep on, and you'll sleep for a while."

What is a village of willows and flowers! His Majesty the Demon King tried hard to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and pretended to think for a while calmly, as if he reluctantly responded.

"Yes."

Ansel's eyes were still fixed on the screen.

"What is your attitude? It's fine if you don't sleep."

No! Pillow!

Theros saw that the pair of bat wings began to unfold slowly, and the edge was outlined with silver lines, which looked noble and elegant, full of the majesty of the devil. This is one of Ansel's stationery, Theros said in his heart.

Fractured.

Cerros: "...I remember you broke your wing earlier, are you all right?"

"It's all right." Ans Air was busy playing games, "It's so fragile, you can rest assured and bold."

He was patched!

Cerros felt a little complicated in his emotions, but quickly thought about it. Although it is only a bat wing pendant, it must have become a part of Ans Air's body for so many years. Ans Air's willingness to give him a bat wing pendant is a portrayal of an intimate relationship.

With a little happiness, he slowly leaned back and leaned on the open silver-striped bat wing.

"Click."

Cardiopulmonary arrest!

Anseyer also slowly stopped the hand of the game and became silent.

Patch +1.

When will the new wings arrive! This broken wing really can't hold up!

Theros was quite used to being frightened by Ans El, he was silent for a while, then took the initiative to speak out.

"Have you... broken again?"

Anse Er was also silent for a while, and quickly praised.

"You really know me."

Cerros: "…"

He doesn't want to understand!

This is not the first time, he was frightened by Ans Air and went into cardiopulmonary arrest. He was worried about Ans El every day. Is this disguise really okay? How did you get here during the three hundred years in the Demon Realm!

Theros felt that he had suffered a huge mental torment ever since he knew Ans El's angel identity, so he was angry from his heart to his courage, and decided to pull back the game.

"You have osteoporosis."

He said lightly.

"Have you considered taking some middle-aged and elderly devil calcium tablets to supplement calcium?"

Ansel: "…"

Middle-aged Devil...Middle-aged Devil Cereal...No! Middle-aged and elderly...Middle-aged and elderly demon calcium...Bah!

Cerros! Find a fight!

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[Note] "Summoning the Big Watermelon": a combination of "Summoning the Dragon" and "Synthetic Big Watermelon", these two are the second of the mini-games in my mobile phone that are sinful and life-threatening, and the other is "Snake" ORZ