The strategy of the host of fast travel depends on recklessness

Chapter 310 Please Be Attention When The Demon King Appears (2)

Berg survived and was rescued by the devil. He was considered a follower of the devil because of his black hair. In the end, he really became a follower of the devil. Probably everything is destined. The devil is different from what everyone thinks , not some monster with green face and fangs, ferocious face, three heads and six arms, but a woman who is more outstanding than the beauty god He Mengsha, with black robe, black hair and purple eyes, and fair complexion that is better than the top flawless suet white jade.

The devil didn't take him to the abyss, but let him down after finding the stream. She didn't say a word all the way, and even Berg, who was used to being silent because he seldom communicated with others, felt dull. She said too little, but there was really nothing to talk about between them. Berg looked at His Majesty the Demon King. Her demeanor was awe-inspiring and clear, and she was more trustworthy than the knights of the Holy See. If it weren't for the devil's horn on her head And black hair, it is hard to believe that she is the evil and inhumane devil king in the legend.

"Your Majesty the Demon King...?" Berg stood in front of the stream, looking at the Demon King who turned his back to him and seemed defenseless.

"Cleanse yourself and change your clothes." The Demon King said flatly, a red mage outfit appeared out of nowhere and threw it to him—she seemed to recognize him as a fire mage at first glance.

Berger hurriedly caught the mage robe, which was all covered in fine details, and he was slightly taken aback by the silky feeling of flowing water in his hands. This was probably the first time in his life that he had to wear such expensive clothes. Feeling helpless, he looked at the Demon King in a daze, thinking that the other party was not a demon, but his savior.

Berg took off his old dirty and torn clothes, walked into the stream and vigorously washed his body, washing away the dust and blood stains, he looked at his abdomen without even a scar, stretched out his hand and touched it. He touched, lowered his lower eyelids, and clenched his fists. He plunged into the water, held his breath and let his mind go. After a while, he got up from the water, making sure that he had washed himself clean and dried the excess water on his body before putting it on carefully. Got that clothes.

"Your Majesty." Berg dismissed the word "devil king" and called her Your Majesty.

Hearing his voice, the Demon King turned around. The loose silk black robe on her body was embroidered with black and red hellfire patterns. There is no decoration other than the earrings she wears. The wide belt with red stripes on the black background outlines her slender waist, and the translucent black gauze is casually draped on her elbows. One glance can dry the throat and distract the mind.

Seeing the Demon King looking over, Berger was a little nervous and straightened his back.

"It suits you very well," she said.

Berger knelt down in front of her with low eyebrows, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment."

At this moment, he actively chose to be loyal to the devil in front of him.

The devil's cold and ruthless magnificent purple eyes flashed with a soul-stirring brilliance. She turned her head to look in another direction, her eyes were far away and unfocused. She seemed to be thinking about something but didn't seem to be thinking about anything. It was hard to guess. After a while, she finally Slowly said: "Where do you want to go?"

"Your Majesty, you can go wherever you are." Berg lowered his head again, "Your Majesty has nowhere to go."

"Does this black hair cause you pain?" The words of the Demon King, as recorded in the Chronicle of the Continent, have the magic power to make people move easily.

"..." Berger didn't dare to say, but his silent attitude was already an answer.

The Demon King put his cold hand on the top of his hair, and Berg, with his head down, saw that his hair, which was hanging down, turned into a snow-like pure frosty white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Let's go." The Demon King withdrew his hand lightly, and walked downstream along the stream with gentle and silent steps.

Berger stood up and looked at the back of the Demon King. The satin-like raven hair hung down like that, falling behind her with a shimmering soft light, making people want to hold a strand of her long hair in his arms Before kissing her lips, he pursed his lips, and followed her respectfully and humblely a step away, which still felt unreal.

Just when Berger's thoughts drifted away, the Demon King stopped. He was distracted and almost bumped into the Demon King's younger generation. Fortunately, he stabilized in time. He raised his head and looked forward. A fire-striped tiger appeared in front of the Demon King, with a lazy posture. The big cat seemed to have just eaten a hearty lunch and was lying on the grass basking in the sun. When it sensed their arrival, it shook its ears and looked up.

Besides the God of Light, who else in this world can threaten the Demon King?What's more, the current demon king seems to have found a way to avoid the damage of the light element, which can be proved by the fact that she did not receive the sun's burn, but the fire pattern tiger seemed to have not noticed the slightest threat, and got up and walked towards them as a way to deal with the danger. The most sensitive monster, how could the Huowenhu not feel the dangerous aura emanating from the Demon King? Then there is only one possibility——

It was only then that Berger reacted slowly. The Demon King had already restrained her coercion and aura, and he no longer saw the pitch-black flames around her.

The Demon King lowered his body and rubbed the Fire Pattern Tiger's head, her eyes softening slightly. She seemed to like this big cat very much.

"Borg." It's no surprise that the Demon King knew his name, Berg. In everyone's perception, the Demon King is a powerful enemy that only the God of Light can deal with. It is his eyes, so the devil seems to be the same, and the dark place is his territory.

"My subordinate is here." Berg responded solemnly and expressionlessly.

"Do you want to pet it?" said the Demon King. When she narrowed her eyes slightly, she looked like a lazy big cat that was more desirable than the fire-striped tiger. "It's very comfortable."

Berger looked at the Demon King, and finally nodded with red ears under the watchful eyes of the Demon King, and stretched out his hand to the Fire-patterned Tiger. The Fire-patterned Tiger seemed to open its mouth to bite him, but the Demon King gently pinched the nape of its neck and behaved well up.

Huo Wenhu: Being pinched by the back of fate's neck by a beautiful woman who fell in love with at first glance, he felt a silent threat and dared not move.

Berger actually wanted to laugh, but he was stunned when he realized it. He hadn't had this kind of emotion for a long time. Berger pursed the corners of his mouth, rubbed Huowenhu's head stiffly and unfamiliarly like a demon king, and then stopped. Well, he didn't feel anything about Furry, and the Demon King didn't say anything else, he just sat on the ground and stroked the Huowenti from head to tail. out belly.

After masturbating the big cat enough, the devil raised his head and looked at Berg: "Are you hungry?"

Berg paused and shook his head, "This subordinate is not hungry."

The Demon King looked away, got up and walked into the forest, picked up a branch at random, stepped back into the stream, and saw that the branch in her hand was so fast that she could only see the afterimage. In the blink of an eye, several fish were strung on it. It was obviously His Highness the Demon King. , seemed to be extremely skilled at this kind of thing. She walked out of the stream, but the clothes on her body were still dry, which showed that the materials used were extraordinary.

She raised her hand and summoned a flame, and various seasonings in containers fell steadily from space to her hand, and the devil used a knife condensed with gold elements to process the fish, and then placed them on a skewer on a tree branch. Grilled on the fire, sprinkled with seasonings, but after a while, the aroma of grilled fish wafted out.

Berger's stomach growled honestly, even the fire-striped tiger who had already eaten and drank was drooling and lay beside the devil, watching the grilled fish gradually being completed, not to mention him who had been hungry for a long time. There is no feeling at all after eating a small halo fruit.

The devil handed the grilled fish to Berg. Under the gaze of the devil, Berg took the grilled fish with both hands, took a bite carefully, it was very hot, but also delicious.

"How about it."

"...delicious, Your Majesty."

"Ah."

Berger's tears gushed out of his eyes uncontrollably, he let the tears flow down expressionlessly, and began to gobble it up.

This will be the last time he sheds tears, Berger thought.

(End of this chapter)