MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 23 【One more】
But he still couldn't control it, and he looked at the center of the sea of flowers again. The angel was half-buried in the red flowers, and his wings were low, as if he was hiding something.
Theros moved in his heart, and when Ans El returned to the devil's dress and flew away, he carefully stepped into the sea of flowers. Under a thriving Demon World Mandala, the soil was loose and covered with a thin protective barrier. Theros bypassed the barrier and dug down the syncline.
He felt that his fingertips touched something similar to jade, so he slowly took it out.
It was a—
Aperture.
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Hi! Really happy to break the aperture!
Ansi Er flew back to the camp with speed, the whole camp was silent, only the occasional small footsteps of the patrolling demon soldiers. He landed lightly and dived back into his tent. Fini was still sleeping soundly while drinking, and Ansair lit the magic lamp and let it float in front of the table. In the dim light, he began to write a long letter to repair the horns.
[Best friend Amon personally enlightened:]
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Anse Er spent almost half a magic time, and neatly wrote a letter of help that looked serious but was actually full of "HELP". He folded up the letter paper and stuffed it into a special envelope, and then branded it with the devil's lacquer seal to seal it up, ready to send it out through a special channel tomorrow. With Amon's mobility, it is estimated that he will be contacted soon.
The process of breaking the aperture tonight went very smoothly. For the next month or so, Ans Air doesn’t need to worry about the aperture anymore.
The only regret is that the space ring he installed with the aperture can't fit the new aperture. The material of the angel's aperture is quite special. It is between the living and the inanimate. The ordinary space ring can't accommodate it at all. The space ring of Ansi Er is a rare special case. However, after more than 300 years of stuffing, it was finally filled with 3658 apertures, and aperture 3659 had to be left out.
It might be risky to bring it back to the camp, so Anse Er buried it in the depths of the safe sea of flowers.
Ans Elle never imagined that when he buried his front foot, someone with a Luoyang shovel dug it out for him!
His Majesty the Demon King who stole the aperture can't remember how he got back to the camp. In his arms, lay a lustrous aperture, which seemed to still carry the residual warmth of the angel just after it was broken off.
He rubbed lightly, thinking complicated.
The close minister was still looking forward to it in the tent. He was worried and fearful, and kept looking at the direction of His Majesty Ans Air's tent on tiptoe, for fear that a flower would rise in that direction every second. Giant mushroom cloud. But his Majesty came back in the middle of the night, so he was not worried, he almost had a heart attack, okay?
Why? Shouldn't it be singing all night long!
Looking at His Majesty's gloomy face again, the courtier's heart skipped a beat.
It's not good...it's not good!
The close minister hesitated again and again, out of consideration for His Majesty, he still asked a question.
"Your Majesty..."
Before he had time to ask, His Majesty waved him away.
My close minister: "…"
Not good! This is absolutely not good!
What's worse, after a while, the silver-winged dragon was ruthlessly formed into a ball and thrown out. A silver arc was drawn in the air, and it smashed into the close minister's face with a "smack".
The silver-winged dragon and the courtier looked at each other.
When His Majesty is extremely bored, he will stay alone like this. During this period, it is best not to disturb him rashly.
Isn't that the worst? !
To clear all the dragons and men, Ceros sat alone under the lamp. The aperture has been wiped clean, and it glows brightly. It is even lukewarm in the hand. Ceros's dark blue vertical pupils stared at the aperture silently for a while, imagining it glittering above Ansel's head.
It's so pretty...no!
Theros forced himself to return to his senses, so as not to be disturbed by distractions. However, he found sadly that even at this point, he didn't want to think of Ansair at the worst.
But he is a demon king from the Asmodeus family after all, loyal to the interests of the demon world.
No matter how much Theros thinks, he can't tell Ansel's intentions. This angel is like a huge mystery entangled in his thoughts. hate it.
He fixedly stared at the aperture in his hand, and after a while, he suddenly opened his mouth—
The canine teeth clenched against the aperture.
Angel's aperture is equivalent to the devil's horn, if this aperture is still above Ansel's head at this time...
The Demon King thought vaguely.
This is a gentle touch, I am afraid that I will cry.
Perhaps because of his confusion, he had a rare dream.
He dreamed that Ansel's white hair was spread on his dark desk in Luster City, and the pupils that had lost vertical pupils were moist like a sea of flowers under the setting sun, Only the horns on the head still reflect the sharp light of the gem.
He does whatever he wants to him.
Outside the window, the wind and snow in the frozen abyss was whistling tirelessly. He built the wind and snow as a cage and kept Ansair in his domain.
For the first time in my life, the work of the unintentional demon king has long been thrown aside.
He kissed the opposite corner and murmured love words.
【I really want to kiss your horn like this forever...】
And at this moment, Ans El who was in the dream suddenly answered.
【Yes, you can even take it with you. 】
Then he snapped the horn off.
[! ! 】
…Help!
Cerros woke up suddenly, in shock.
At this time, Theros realized that he was lying in front of the table, and it was already dawn. He was still immersed in the lingering fears of the dream just now, but someone didn't give him a chance to adjust his mentality at all. The curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and the guy who had troubled him all night, and will continue to trouble him in the future, was looking at him with an unhappy expression.
"The sun came out from the west today, you are late? Hurry up! Emergency military situation!"
Theros silently looked at Ans El, focusing on the white hair and graceful appearance, these are obviously very angels, just too angels. With the appearance of such an angel, he can successfully disguise for so many years...
Are all demons blind? !
Is he blind too? !
No no, Ans Air has definitely put a lot of thought into the overall look, from the devil's horn headband on the top of his head, to the fine black gold chain clinking on his wrist, from the dark, dark and majestic cloak , to the chest and waist is either a bat or a skeleton accessory...
Even so attentively, Ans El is actually not that much like a demon king, and he doesn't have much of a sharpness that belongs to a demon.
After clearing the fog like this, Theros realized.
He always thought that this somewhat exaggerated amount of accessories was Ans Air's personal preference, but now he looks at it, it is clearly-
There are so many stationery!
Seeing that he was still motionless, the "poor student" seemed to lose his patience.
"Did you become a thief last night?" Ansair looked suspicious, "Or do you have any other plans? Forget it, I don't care about that, come over quickly, There's something new on the monster side."
The familiar and somewhat tit-for-tat tone made Ceros's mood strangely calm. His gaze swept across the proudly raised horns above Anse Er's head, and he made a decision slowly in his heart.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter even if Ansel is an angel. Next, he will definitely monitor closely and will not let Ansel have the opportunity to do anything that will harm the demon world. Although he has not found that Ansair has done anything that harms the interests of the demon world, he is conscientious and diligent... It is outrageous to do better than Levi, who is a demon!
Levy must be too bad! Simply lose the face of the demon world!
His Majesty the Demon King gradually figured out everything, as for the angel aperture that he is now carrying in his arms...
Forfeit!
His Majesty the Demon King thought confidently.
This is proof!
In the future, he will seize every opportunity to find a way to make Ansel open his flaws. If he really wanted to reveal a flaw in front of him, Theros would have to see what else this angel who disguised himself as a demon had to say!
Everything was figured out, His Majesty the Demon King stood up unhurriedly, and his usual contemptuous attitude made Ansier feel a strange feeling. If the yin and yang qi had an index, the index of Ceros' whole person had already fallen below the bottom line, but now, I don't know what happened, the index has skyrocketed again, breaking the upper limit in one breath.
Are all demons so moody? Or is Ceros himself sick?
"What's the matter with you...?" Ansair found that the other party's gaze was not right. Instead of looking at him, he looked at the top of his head, and there were horns on the top of his head. Headband!
"Are you looking at my horns?" he asked in disbelief, doesn't the devil care about this?
“…Yes.”
"I suddenly found that it is only..." He even turned around and gestured the length of a palm, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "It's only this big."
Ansel: "???"
Huh?
Huh? ? ?
How could Ceros go crazy without seeing him one night! He is barking!
Not far from the tent, the close minister who had not slept all night with dark circles under his eyes looked at the rising mushroom cloud and was moved to tears.
Mushroom cloud is good! Wonderful mushroom cloud! Being able to fry mushroom clouds means that His Majesty's body is fine!
No! His Majesty Ansair can only come to trouble the next day. His Majesty is not no problem, it is because of his unique talent!
The silver-winged dragon pawed on the head of the close minister and nodded in agreement. He also had dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep.
The dragon once heard a story.
There is a demon, and there is a terrible neighbor living upstairs. Every night, the neighbor plays with the succubus sister until late, and when he comes back, he will vigorously take off his boots. Demons don't sleep well, so they can only fall asleep after two "dong dong" sounds of taking off their boots every night.
However, one night, the neighbor did not take off his boots.
The devil opened his eyes until dawn.
…This is their portrait last night!
"Actually, I always felt that there was something missing on this front." There were fires in several places in the camp. "I found out later that it was His Majesty and His Majesty Ansair who did not fight this time."
Both Your Majesty are too restrained, the current situation should be normal.
Silver Winged Dragon: "Ow."
He also agreed, but after all, this is the front of the three demon kings jointly sending troops, and someone will soon come to persuade them.
Speaking of Levi Levi, the skinny Demon King spread his long and narrow bat wings, and flew towards this side aggressively, still speaking sternly.
"Anseir! Ceros! What are you two doing!"
Saying this, Livy was actually shaking his fan in his heart, wishing that the fire between the two could be more vigorous. His eyes twitched, weighing the strengths of the two, and finally decided that in order to make the conflict more intense, he should help Ans Air.
"Cerros!" Levi exclaimed suddenly, "You are used to being arbitrary! You must be making decisions of your own will again! This caused the conflict!"
Levy never expected that Ansel's voice sounded immediately, but instead of being grateful to him for pulling away, he appeared angry.
"Levi, shut up! I'm scolding him! You mustn't scold him!"
Levy: "???"
Levy had a question mark on his forehead, while Ceros clenched his fist to cover his mouth, almost not sulking his face.
This angel is so cunning! This, how does this make him fight?
Fortunately, Levy quickly gave him a step. After a short period of confusion, Levy really didn't believe in this evil. Don't help Ansi Er, he will help Ceros Head Office!
He suddenly switched sides and pulled the side frame, shouting loudly.
"Ansel, you..."
Before he finished speaking, the vertical pupils of the demon king Mo Lan had locked him firmly.
"You dare to scold?" Ceros said indifferently, "Screw your head off."
Levy: "???"
