MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 137

"Look! This is red dates, for blood!"

Ansier took out the red dates.

"This is donkey-hide gelatin, and it also nourishes blood! There is also a free service to boil it with dried fruit!"

Ans Air took out the gelatin.

"This is spinach, let's scramble an egg!"

He introduced the confinement meals he bought for him to Ceros one by one. The more Seros listened, the more depressed he felt. He has such a good relationship with Anse Er, the boundary between angels and demons, the real purpose that has been hidden for a long time... but is so firmly between them.

Facing the excited Ansel, His Majesty the Demon King asked gloomily.

"Where did you just...go?"

—Go and cry the Celestial Archon Sharia.

Anse Er was stunned for a moment and began to explain honestly.

"I went to the late-night hypermarket of the supermarket just now..." His eyes drifted to the pile of things on the ground, "Bought these."

"I know you went to the supermarket, what about before?"

Ansier was about to say, he continued to explain, inexplicably had the illusion that he had gone outside to fool around, and Ceros questioned him with grief and anger.

Strange.

"In the villa, with Fini."

His answer made Theroston feel a little sad. Ansel did not deceive him with words, but apparently hid his meeting with Sharia. But he couldn't be sad for long, and suddenly heard Ansier continue to speak.

"Then, I went to see Sharia." His sunset-colored pupils were exceptionally clear, "There is some news to pass on to him."

At that moment, Ceros's mood was indescribable. He was not only happy with Ansel's frankness, but also extremely depressed and anxious. This mood was just like how he felt when he heard about Ansel's series of political moves when he was in Luster City.

Coming to his table with those radical measures is an invitation for a new trade policy.

On that day, the Demon King, who has ruled for more than a thousand years, sat in the office all afternoon. He was thinking, how vigorously is this white bird going to burn the firewood? Wasn't he afraid that he would be buried in the fire too?

Just like now, he is also anxiously wondering. Did Ans Air think he would never doubt it? Or are you confident that you can do it no matter what?

Worrying and gnashing his teeth, Ceros thought, maybe he should be the bad guy, just as he vetoed Anselm's new trade policy in the first place.

"Then, what about [Demon King's Blood]?" he asked softly again.

Ans El felt that there were too many problems with Ceros today. It was impossible for him to answer this question in detail, and he could only pass it vaguely.

"It's been used to the best of my ability." He said lightly, brushed it over, and then quickly slapped it back, "Why do you suddenly have so many problems today? Also, are you..."

As long as you raise your eyes a little, you can see the vertical pupils of the demon king Mo Lan.

Every time Ceros asked a question, he took a step closer to him. Now, he and Ansi Er were close at hand, and Ansi Er could even feel Ceros's breath. The new blood of the demon king in his body has not been replaced by the powerful recovery ability, and he felt the original owner of the blood approaching, and became more and more hot and restless.

He was already full of the devil's breath, and now, he has been completely enveloped in the other party's breath.

…too close.

It was so close that he had some feelings that an angel would hardly have.

Alert, bewildered, confused, and…

Shy.

Theros is still near! He... he... he's going to fry!

"I did have a lot of questions today, but now, this is the last one."

Anseyer looked at the other side's dark blue eyes without blinking, holding his breath, trying to hide his discomfort.

"What is it?"

The other party was attached to his ear, and his breath touched the broken hair in his ear—

"Last question."

"When are you going back to heaven?"

Breathing stagnant and thinking frozen, Anse Er was really stunned for a moment. He has encountered countless dangerous situations on the verge of exposure, and has solved countless times with tact, and a rollover does not exist for him at all. After he deceived Shariah, his identity should be permanent.

Cerros forced him into a corner and asked him this question with his eyes like a dark sea of ​​ice floes, almost like a friendly greeting.

—When are you going home?

—tomorrow!

… should appear in such a context.

After a short time of being stuck, the demon king's brain began to run rapidly, providing Ansier with hundreds of thousands of reasons, enough to make him quickly take himself out. In the past, Ceros would have allowed him to do so, but today, he showed a very oppressive attitude.

"Don't play stupid, War Angel Ansel."

he said, even smiling slightly.

Ansi Er will never give up until the Yellow River is not dead! He wanted to see what substantial evidence Ceros had! Could it be possible to pull out his aperture with his backhand... Really pulled it out? !

Anseyer is really confused now, this is his circle, he recognizes it, but why did it fall into the hands of Ceros? ! Three thousand six hundred and fifty-eight apertures are securely stored in his specially made space ring. Aperture No. 3,660 is in his arms, and No. 3,659 Aperture has been buried by him!

Buried! clean! Unless Theros digs it out for him, it can't be...!

Planed out…

Planing…

Ansel: "…"

Seeing that Ansel was silent, the Demon King continued to smile slightly.

"As for the witness, that is myself, I saw it with my own eyes."

He raised his hand and reached for the horns above Ans El's head. During these days, Ansair had a little bit of understanding of the special meaning of the horns. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but saw Ceros's hand also stagnated. Obviously, the hand would never fall on his horn if he didn't want to.

Ansier's mood was a little complicated. At this point, it was meaningless to resist, he straightened his head.

He is right, touch it!

—a gentle touch then landed on the horns above his head.

Ansair doesn't know if the devil's horns will feel, he must not have fake horns, but he can still feel how the hand is moving on his horns , the pulp of the fingers touched, the knuckles rubbed together, sensational.

After this stroking that would make ordinary demons soften their legs for a long time, Theros looked at Ansel, who was motionless, but the tips of his ears were slightly red, and felt frustrated.

He angrily licked Ansel's horns upwards.

The horns seem to be welded to the head, and they do not move at all.

Cerros: "…"

So strong! Doesn't Ansair feel stuck in his head? !

But this is the most ideal, if it is really an ordinary headband, it will be crooked when touched, how can it support Ansair to jump up and down every day to fight everywhere?

He licked it a little harder, and Ansel's head moved with it.

Ansier had already given up on himself at this time. Theros was not the kind of guy who was easy to fool, and it was useless to hide it. So he raised his hand quite simply, "clicked", and pulled the headband off his head, as if there were two slots on his head.

—The Demon King took off his little horn.

"This thing has to work miracles."

Ansier commented.

"Be careful next time you lick it, don't lick my head every time."

No matter how many times I watch it, Theros still feels shocked and scared, and the feeling of cardiopulmonary arrest is even more so. He forced himself to stand still, hiding his fear behind his expressionless expression, and no one but himself knew he was feigning calm.

"How did you know? When?" Ansair asked calmly.

"On the front, I followed you." Theros was succinct.

Anseyer understood, it must have been that night in the sea of ​​flowers, his wings had just grown fully, and he couldn't wait to take a look. In addition, that day was also the day of breaking the circle, so he only focused on fighting with the circle and relaxed his vigilance a little.

Therefore, Aperture 3659 will fall into the hands of Ceros.

Anse Er was silent for a while, what he cared most about was actually that question.

"...will you speak out?" He raised his eyes, his eyes were surprisingly calm, "Will I inform my subjects, will I inform my enemies... I have to admit, this is indeed Defeat me, a great opportunity to unify the demon world."

He is too calm, completely the demeanor of a demon king. Theros, who came from a family of demon kings, admires this aspect of Ansel. He could barely maintain his apparent indifference and understatement, surrendering to his storm and morning star.

But Ceros couldn't, he gritted his teeth and decided to be the bad guy this time. So after a while, he spoke again.

"I have a request."

Anseyer nodded, not to mention one, even if it was ten, now he has no room to refuse.

"Speak."

“…I want to see angel wings.”

“…”

Ansier was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and placed it on his chest. Theros watched him pull off his neckline in three or two strokes, took off the Demon King's cloak, and untied his bow tie. He turned his back to Ceros, turned his eyes to look back at him, and the holy look in that glance collided with his current move of undressing, instead showing a very contradictory beauty.

The single coat slipped from the shoulders, and the beautiful and smooth back line was only revealed for a moment, and was covered by Shengxue's wings. With the opening of the pair of huge white wings, the room was like a faint light resounding, and all the light suddenly gathered around the angel like a minister.

—In front of the Demon King, the angel spread its snow wings.

He couldn't help raising his hand to cover his face, the gorgeous crimson burned from the side of his face to the tip of his ear.

The angel did not know that, under the open pure white wings, the demon behind him was almost ready to kneel and surrender to him.

Flawless wings…

The Flawless Angel…

Theros couldn't understand before, why the heaven sent Ansi Er; now he wants to understand, only An Si Er, only An Si Er, can achieve whatever the heaven is kind of purpose.

The Demon King's lips were already close to the wings, and suddenly, he heard Ansel's voice trembling. The angel raised the sunset-colored pupils from between his fingers, revealing a rare trace of fragility.

Maybe it's Theros who's here at the moment, maybe he's been alone for too long and has accumulated too many emotions, so at this moment, Ansair finally Confessed words buried deep in his heart.

He recalled the burning dark blue king flag on the border of the lake of fire, recalled everything in the demon world, everything in the ministers, surrounded by demons on the day of wearing the crown, the fiery phoenix when the phoenix was born in his palm temperature…

"Theros..."

He's calling his name.

"You don't let me go back, I don't have any more..."

"I have nowhere to go."

The Demon King's heart skipped a beat.

Then he saw the angel looking back with tears, his clothes were disheveled, and he couldn't hide his pride. He didn't beg, he didn't cry, he just stated his worth as best he could.

Just listen to the angel say word by word-

"I'll do it for the devil..."

"Bringing prosperity."