MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 161

For the 251st anniversary of the big fight, Ans Air even emptied the venue ahead of time in the frontline bar where they drank pomegranate juice last year, dismissed the staff, Ceros When I stepped in, there were also some small lanterns hanging everywhere.

"It should have been tomorrow..." Anse Er was still very upset, "So many preparations were not done, and today's lighting is just a rehearsal, it should be better."

The demon king with dark blue vertical pupils was unwilling to listen to him, and his pupils were stained with a little smile.

It could be better.

This is the best.

All demons were sent back, including the Shadow Fiend bartender. When they came to the seventh abyss, they still had business affairs, so they still couldn't drink, just like last year, drink some pomegranate juice.

Ansier washed his hands, put on special thin gloves, and picked up a square transparent ice crystal. He held the ice crystal in his hand, and instead of carving it, he directly raised the flame, and created a crystal clear ice ball with exquisite control of the flame.

He put the puck into Ceros's cup and was very pleased. Unexpectedly, the Demon King laughed softly, put on his gloves, and swiftly chiseled twelve swans roaming the lake with different postures on a small piece of ice, and gently put them into Ansair's cup.

Ansel: "…"

Drinking pomegranate juice, admiring the melting ice sculptures, obviously not drinking, but both of them are a little drunk. Ansel remembered the "mother is back" mentioned by Theros in the previous communication. Clearly, this was not a pleasant thing for Ceros, even brooding.

He looked down at the liquid in the cup with a soft tone.

"Want to talk? I can't talk."

Angels, the race, were the best listeners in the past, and Ansel read it from some books in the Planetary Bookstore.

The angels listened to the voice of the gods, the voice of each other, the voice of man... They used to be so humble and cautious, with a gentle demeanor.

Theros was silent for a while, he hadn't touched the memory for too long.

"For a while, I didn't know where to start." He smiled slightly, "The matter of father and mother was once a stain on the Western Regions."

The Asmodeus family has been affectionate from generation to generation, and has lived on the throne of the devil from generation to generation. They always get along harmoniously with their partners, and for this reason, they wrote "Fish Learning" to prolong the time with their partners as much as possible, but... not all the Demon Lords of the Asmodeus family are so lucky.

At a banquet, the previous demon king who had just ascended the throne met the arrogant demon girl and quickly fell in love. However, the demon girl didn't care about anyone except herself. She also didn't care about the demon king. She agreed to the other party's earnest courtship, just because being loved by the demon king was the supreme glory of the demon world.

The devil girl enjoys the love of the devil, and at the same time uses the power of the devil to suppress dissidents in her own family. Unfortunately, what is not proportional to her vigorous growth ambition is her ability to command the family, but she is unable to command the family, and even causes chaos in the Western Regions.

The Demon King wrote a self-incrimination letter for this. This is the only stain in his ruling career. He is still cleaning up the mess for the demon girl, and even has a dispute with Master Wang.

Rush up like a moth."

The demon king's efforts and tolerance finally seemed to impress the arrogant demon girl, and they held a grand wedding. It's just that the demon king who was immersed in the sweetness of the marriage did not know that the frustrated self-esteem and embarrassing memories had been stabbed in the heart of the demon queen like a thorn, which prompted her to create stains like revenge.

The Demon King worked tirelessly to help the Queen finish, and at the same time began to limit her power. Power is a double-edged sword, and he is really afraid that the queen will be hurt by the sharpness of power.

"My mother didn't think it was for her good, and I learned later that many jesters sent by the demon lords were slandering her. In the end, she even hated As a father, she wants power and admits that she is guilty of [arrogance], enough to control the Western Regions."

"The foreshadowing of the demon lord has finally come to an end. They passed a message to the mother, proposing to curse and kill the demon king, support the young me to ascend the throne, and realize her regency wish."

The Demon Queen stole the Demon King's blood, but she didn't know that when she handed over the Demon King's blood, the Demon King had already arranged everything.

Final Delivery.

The last heart to die.

He expelled his partner from the city of Luster, and he was not allowed to enter for a thousand years. He endured the curse to raise his young son, and then died suddenly on the day when the youngest son ascended the throne.

"It's stupid, Asmodeus."

Cerros looked down at the melting ice ball in his glass, and drank the liquid in the glass. He didn't dare to look at Ansier's expression, the demon king of the sin of [lust], but he was bound by his emotions, exposing his huge weakness to the outside world, and ignoring the reputation of "a family of demon kings".

He is afraid of being pitied, of being laughed at, of being…

"No, how."

He heard Ansair say calmly, this denial made him suddenly raise his eyes, the angel was watching him seriously, with those sunset-colored pupils.

He showed no pity, not even a smile, a solemn look on his face.

"Have a fiery affection for a person, rationally and faithfully adore to the end of life..."

"It's very noble, I think."

The heart that was clenched and relaxed began to beat violently, and the great healing brought by the recognition seemed to fill the heart of the millennium. The Demon King finally couldn't hold back, he raised his hand to hold a strand of white hair and kissed it lightly on his lips.

"Sorry..."

"I know that angels don't care about eroticism, so it's very reckless to speak like this, but..."

"My Storm and Morning Star, are you willing to accept such feelings?"

Love him.

Since 251 years ago, since the meeting at the border of the Lake of Fire.

At first, he just thought that this wandering guy was a little cute and arrogant. Later, the wanderer became the new demon king, and presented the national letter to his bookcase, and the squiggly characters of the inscription carried a scroll that did not belong to the demon world.

He watched each other, watched the growth of another demon king, watched him conquer all directions, watched him gather talents, watch him challenge himself.

The horn was touched, it was just an opportunity, he was touched—

It is the heart.

Looking forward to meeting, looking forward to playing, looking forward to cooperation...

Asmodeus on the throne looked forward to it, and dreamed every night that the morning star fell from the sky and fell into the sea of ​​his soul, setting off a storm.

If he stopped here, he would probably be able to maintain restraint. His father's lesson was too painful, he guarded against all people and things that might shake his feelings, but he was unable to guard against...

And the devil can take off his horns!

All defenses were instantly overwhelmed, and he was really worried about the secret hidden by the other party, fearing that one day in the future, the other party would be hurt by the secret.

No.

Even alive.

Cerros: "…"

After being stunned for the first time, Ans Air smiled, seemingly calm, but her eyelashes were slightly drooping.

"It's true that angels don't care about love, but more like-minded people." He said, "But I'm not a fool either. I'm vaguely aware of your feelings."

His smile brightened.

"Yes, I like to be with you, but..."

"Cannot be made public."

All the gears behind the Frost Throne began to spin wildly, and the Demon King was instantly immersed in the joy of being promised. He understood Ansier's concerns. Once the relationship between the two demon kings was announced, it would be earth-shattering. They should wait until all hidden dangers were resolved, choose a sunny day, and solemnly inform the people of the demon world of the news.

"Of course it's possible." The Demon King suppressed the joy in his heart, "We'll make it public after we've dealt with the monster invasion..."

Ansier suddenly made a stop gesture, although he still smiled, his drooping eyelashes showed his true mood.

"No, you got it wrong, Ceros."

"I mean—"

"Forever."

Never public.

His true identity is an angel, but he is in the position of the devil, this heavy identity makes him like a firewood, as long as a little spark will perish. He usually acts relaxed and freehand, as if he will never reveal it, but whether he can hide it from the beginning to the end, Ansel is not optimistic.

If that day comes, he will do as much as possible for the Eastern Region and the Demon Realm, some radical actions that can clear up the stubbornness, and then burn out completely.

Heaven is no longer his hometown. In this way, he wants to repay everything the devil has given him.

He didn't even want to implicate Theros and leave him with a stain like the previous demon king.

In an instant, Theros already understood his thoughts. He also knew what kind of backlash would be caused once the identity of the angel was exposed, but so what?

Secret forever? The Asmodeus family has never been in a relationship like this in all generations.

"This is impossible." He shook his head, even suppressing a little anger, "I will naturally admit you completely, tell all the people of the devil world, and share all my glory and authority with you. If it is to be kept secret forever, Ansel..."

"You can even pretend that I didn't express my love for you today."

Ansel closed his eyes and felt sad, but he couldn't let Theros share the risk with himself no matter what.

"Then..."

"Before you make a decision, I still have something to say, Ansi Er." The demon king's voice was very soft, "You underestimate me, you forgot that there is still a relationship between us. There is an anniversary, and it is today."

—The day of taking off the horns.

"One year ago today, I learned your identity and naturally started planning early. The situation may not be as bad as you think, if you are willing to trust me, we can solve it together."

The Demon King looked proud.

"In the face of absolute change and turmoil, what's so outrageous about angels being demon kings?"

"And you, Ans El, all the changes and innovations you have done so far, all the people of the devil world have long seen."

The devil wraps the angel's white hair around his fingertips several times and gently hooks it. It is his maintenance and retention, and it is also the maintenance and retention of the devil. Ansier looked at the pair of dark blue vertical pupils, and at that moment, he seemed to return to the lake of fire back then, looking at the mighty Swan King Flag.

"The great change is yours, and the great turmoil is mine."

The Demon King whispered to him.

“—With great changes and great turmoil, all voices are overwhelmed.”

The author has something to say:

Cerros: All for the sake of publicity, for all to be public.

A private relationship is an unhealthy relationship!