flower and big devil

Thinking of the gluttonous appearance of the meat dumpling, the appearance of the meat dumpling rolling on the ground on the ground, the obscene appearance of the meat dumpling getting into the bottom of his skirt, touching and rubbing against it—in the past, it was probably long For a year, Luo Xiu didn't mince it from a meat dumpling to a meat paste. The whole reason was: at least as a creature that was probably a low-level demon, it was quite cute.

but now……

"Your Majesty, do you still have any dignity as a Demon King?"

[No, I became like this only to protect you. 】

"No" was quite straightforward, and it didn't sound like he was embarrassed at all... Standing in front of the monster, the black-haired young man moved, only feeling that the sickle in his hand was about to move: "It is to protect me!" Or spy on me?"

【…】

"Silence means guilt, Your Majesty."

The monster lying on the ground moved, opened its eyes, coughed twice and spewed blood foam——

[Samael, I'm about to die, why are you still being mean to me? 】

Luo Xiu: "..."

At this moment, in fact, the black-haired young man felt that he was probably the one who was going to die, and he was still heartbroken to death.

The huge demon sickle was split in two in his hand, and the vine fell into his hand. When the meatball flew up with a "crackling" sound, it still looked as cute as before, with little demon wings and tiny But at this moment, seeing it flying around in front of him, the black-haired young man really had the urge to swat it to death with a fly swatter—a violent slap It was grabbed from the sky and squeezed in his hands, feeling the soft fat leaking out from the gap between his fingers, Luo Xiu felt the monster standing in front of him move——

【Don't be so rough, you hurt me a lot. 】

Luo Xiu: "..."

That's enough.

The blue veins on his forehead throbbed wildly and stuffed the meat balls to the monster lying on the ground, when a burst of dazzling light flashed, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and then felt a sudden lightness in his hand, the fat hand The feeling disappeared in vain—then, a hard object fell into his palm. Luo Xiu opened his eyes and found that the gemstone inlaid on the skull horse's head, the one from Lucifer's On the throne, the demon king personally removed the gemstone inlaid on his demon sickle, and now it has become the shape of the little devil's peach heart tail.

Is this evolution?

...but why did it evolve into such a nasty shape?

... Can this thing be seen on a sickle?

...or are you going to add a random release skill of [Thundering the enemy to death/laughing to death] from now on?

Is Lao Tzu really one of the three berserkers of hell, one of the seven monarchs, and not Balabala the Little Demon Fairy?

Just when the black-haired young man was silent and solemnly looking down at the gemstone in his hand, at this moment, above his head, there was only a loud bang, followed by the sound of glass falling to the ground and shattering. , all the hustle and bustle of the outside world suddenly spread into the enchantment, and the angel army was led by two archangels, accompanied by the blizzard wind that blew the cheeks and suddenly fell from the sky wantonly!

The tranquility of the previous second was completely shattered.

The fighting on the battlefield came back to my ears again.

When Luo Xiu raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the holy army not far away, suddenly a huge body stood beside him like an impenetrable wall, blowing his face with hair. The painful gust of wind resisted, and the black cloak that was blown messily by the wind a second ago hung down instantly. The black-haired young man looked at the cyan scales of the monster standing up from the ground, and blinked.

But at this moment, Michael and Metatron, who both broke into the barrier, were still slightly stunned when they first saw the strange green-scaled monster that appeared out of thin air. They didn't realize who it was for a while, but soon They quickly remembered the gossip that people talked about... Not only the Seraphim present, but also the rest of the Angel Legion fell into a strange silence.

"Betraying God, even if you once shined brightly, now you will pay the price for falling into darkness!" Michael, who was the first to make a move, raised the holy sword in his hand vertically to his body, full of holy sword. Focusing on the huge monster under his feet and the black-haired young man covered by its body, "Look, my father's people, you were once holy, bright, star, morning dew, and morning sun, but now you are Willing to degenerate and become so ugly!"

Beside Michael, Metatron also filled the bow and arrow in his hand——

When the holy sword in Michael's hand swung down, the Angel Legion, which was still immersed in the shock of Lucifer's image for a second, seemed to wake up from a dream. They shouted, and kept chanting at the chastisement poem that Michael had just sung , Thousands of troops descended from the sky!

at the same time!

On the snowy ground, the great demon and the monster that seemed to have been frozen into a still life picture started to move. I saw a dazzling red light flashing in the hands of the great demon whose hands were empty a second ago——

When the red light dissipated, most of the people present who had fought directly with Samuel the Wrathful discovered unexpectedly that the skeleton horse head had changed. The original white skeleton horse head became pitch black. The position of the snow-white sickle is now replaced by a wider and larger fiery red sickle. The huge sickle is almost the same size as the slender black-haired young man, but when he wields the sickle in his hand, it looks so easy!

The sickle in his hand was brandished with the whistling wind and snow, making a "whoosh" sound of breaking the wind. On the brow of the skeleton horse head, a bright red gemstone that had turned into pure pigeon blood was placed in the white blizzard. There is a dazzling light shining in it!

When the angel army rushing to the front landed, the black-haired young man had already jumped up onto the body of the green-scaled monster. The green-scaled monster stretched out six wings, one of which seemed to be waving faintly. It's not that sensitive—however, in the blizzard, its huge body has an absolute advantage. When the wind is howling, some angels who haven't opened the protective cover are flying unsteadily, but it is steadily lifted into the air ——

Before everyone had time to react, the monster had rushed to the center of their army!

It flies fast!

When the angels of the Angel Legion realized this, it was already too late. They watched the monster wielding its huge cyan scales claws, easily smashing the chasing three-pointers like crushing a group of ants. One of the angels slapped the ground——then, it came to Michael again, raised its giant claws and hit Michael's holy sword, only to hear a loud bang, and it was still there a second ago. The Archangel, who was in good condition, was easily pushed back a few meters by the half-dead demon king who was forced to show his original form!

Seeing this, Metatron wanted to step forward to volunteer, but before he had time to fly forward, a black shadow leaped out from behind the monster clamorously, and a huge fiery red sickle slashed at him. , Metatron quickly flew back a few meters away, the bow and arrow in his hand turned into a long sword, and entangled with the black-haired big demon that suddenly appeared in front of him——

After just a few forced fights, Metatron discovered something different. According to his strength, Samael was just an ordinary big demon, and he shouldn't be his opponent at all. However, at this moment, the person who was fighting him However, it seemed as if he had suddenly gained enormous power. Every time the sickle was swung down, it carried a very threatening and dangerous aura. The scorching heat emitted by the sickle blade burning with red flames made Metatron feel a violent uneasiness. !

Finally, amidst yet another uncertainty, Metatron lost his mind.

He watched helplessly as the huge sickle blade slashed at him, accompanied by the severe pain as if his soul had been forcibly stripped off, the tip of the sickle blade slid down from his forehead——

Everything around seemed to have lost its sound.

I can only hear the heartbeat of "呯呯,呯呯" ringing in my ears.

When Metatron realized that he was falling, those voices came back to him, and he heard more and louder voices around him, from the direction of the Red Sea, full of races from hell All kinds of shouting, tearing, magic colliding and cracking each other...

And Mammon's loud, ear-piercing voice—

"Your Majesty! Dad! I'm here - what is your majesty and why are you so cool!"

……

The Wanmo calendar is 1745, and the human world is 2073 AD.

Due to the failure of peace talks between heaven and hell, an unprecedented large-scale battle broke out in Daman Forest on the first day of heaven.

In this battle, under the joint efforts of Lucifer the Devil and Samael the Wrathful One of the Seven Kings of Hell, Seraph Gabriel, Archangel Michael, and the one who is known as "the closest to the throne of God" The Archangel "Metatron" three high-ranking angels were seriously injured. After that, there were no generals available in the heavens for a short period of time. Take over all areas on the edge of the first day.

So far, there has been no war at the border junction of the Heaven Realm within a thousand years.

Because in the battle, Hell lost 72 pillars of gods and demons, the fourth-ranked demon god Samikina. To commemorate this excellent general who once made outstanding contributions to the development of hell, the demon king Lucifer named this important battle "Samikina". Battle of Keena".

……

"...Why do I think General Samikina's family will not be too happy to see the name of this battle?"

In the quiet office, only two slender adult men stayed quietly in it. Among them, the one in black military uniform was sitting upright behind the desk at the moment, lowering his head and seriously writing the historical scroll of hell. After the black-haired young man said, the man raised his head and glanced blankly at the person standing behind him at the moment, then hesitated for a while, and added a sentence at the end of the sentence——

[In order to celebrate this historic day, every year on the same day, all people in hell will take a day off. 】

After finishing writing, the man turned his head again, raised his eyebrows and asked the black-haired young man behind him: "What about now?"

"...So every day, everyone happily celebrates Samikina's death?" The corners of Luo Xiu's eyes twitched, "You should be more careful."

The man gave a "tsk" and crossed out the newly added "one-day holiday for all" and changed it to "one-day silence for all and vegetarian".

Luo Xiu: "..."

Lucifer: "No change, that's it."

After finishing speaking, he threw the quill pen in his hand willfully, waved his hand lightly, and the scroll that had just been written was automatically rolled up, and crashed into a bookcase next to him with a bang, along with other scrolls. They were lined up side by side—at the same time, the man sitting in the large and gorgeous armchair grabbed the black-haired young man behind him and placed them on the table in front of him with ease, then raised his head and looked at the moment The black-haired young man, who was slightly taller than himself, was looking down at him expressionlessly, and the two stared at each other for a while.

After a while, Luo Xiu said expressionlessly: "Watching you write something, I suddenly remembered something."

"What?" Lucifer raised the corners of his lips and asked in a good temper.

"I once had the good fortune to read a bloody novel that I got from Lilith. In the novel, after the male protagonist had a big fight with the female protagonist, the plot suddenly took a turn for the worse and the male protagonist was in deep crisis. The heroine rushed to the place where the hero is located with tears in her nose and tears, ready to share life and death with him..."

"..."

"In the end, the hero didn't die."

"..."

"It's such a pity." Luo Xiu raised his eyebrows, and continued to look at the man with a pair of red pupils expressionlessly and said, "Does this story sound familiar?"

"You are not a woman."

"Did I say it was me?"

"Samail, why are you so suspicious? How could I team up with Lilith to lie to you?"

"Oh," Luo Xiu nodded earnestly, looking as if he wanted to take out a small notebook to record, "As expected, she has a copy."

"..."

The aloof His Majesty the Demon King finally coughed dryly with some embarrassment at this moment, took off the man who was sitting on his desk and hugged him in his arms, and the two grown men squeezed into an armchair together as if they didn't mind it. As if crowded, when he placed the black-haired young man's hands around his waist, he slightly tightened his head, and gently rubbed his pale and thin chin with his lips: "let's discuss some other topics ——Recently, I received a letter from Metatron again, and he wants to force women into me again..."

"It's good." Luo Xiu raised his hand and pushed away the itchy lips that rubbed against his chin. "Take it."

It's a pity that the man just pretended not to hear, and continued: "Hell needs a demon queen—a real demon queen who can be worthy of the name of a demon queen, stand at the same height as me, and live together hand in hand."

As he spoke, he grabbed the hand of the black-haired young man and rubbed the thin calloused hand on the soft palm because of waving the huge sickle. After a moment of pause: "I think that person must I used to have some status, such as the Seven Lords of Hell; I must see my beastly appearance and not be so afraid; it is best to be a berserker, because the strength of a warrior is great, I have a lot of needs, and I will be more compatible in bed—”

"Someone has chosen," Luo Xiu laughed, narrowing his eyes slightly and said, "Mammon?...I'm going to be the uncle of hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the hand that was holding his hand stop.

The man sighed, raised his head, and those red pupils looked at the black pupils with a playful smile without blinking, looking very seriously: "Luo Xiu, please stop making trouble."

The dark-haired young man suppressed his smile.

This name is simply his deathbed.

Especially when a man calls this name in a helpless tone, he will forget how to write and pronounce the two-letter word "NO".

So he looked a little more serious, raised his hand, and put back the man's hair hanging by his ear, moving gently, while looking a little absent-minded, he said, "That's how you proposed to me? There's no bullshit, just blinking A pair of sincere looking dog eyes?"

Seeing the drama, His Majesty the Demon King looked a little more serious: "...Do you think that if I hadn't left the soul in that gemstone, now your magic sickle can be pulled out casually, and it will directly ignite the magic weapon with a deviation value of 0?" Demon power?"

Luo Xiu casually said "Oh", and lightly swept his fingertips over the aquamarine stud on the man's earlobe. After another pause, as if remembering something, he raised his hand and touched the top of his ear. In the same position, the earrings with exactly the same touch feel, after thinking about it: "You mean the gemstone that made my sickle become the magic wand of Balabala Little Fairy?"

"It's Balala Little Demon Fairy—but, that's right, the sincerity is already very high, that one gem can buy one-third of the Pantheon of Demons."

"... Your Majesty, it seems that you really saw a lot of things when you were in the world?"

"During the time of Futu Luomen, before you appeared, the patient watched TV and I watched it for a while when I was bored," the man quickly placed a kiss on the lips of the black-haired young man in his arms, "OK?"

"Well."

"Will you marry?"

"provoke."

"Okay, marry or not?"

"Okay," the black-haired young man said with a smile, "then you can marry."

The author has something to say: the next chapter is the wedding.

Let me shout up to the sky, thank you all readers for your great company so far, this article has gone through countless bloody storms and finally stumbled and stumbled until the end of the main text. Nor did it.

I think I probably fell in love with this article. On the day I opened the article, I swore that I would keep this article for the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, from the day I entered V, looking at the dismal subscriptions, I realized that I would keep this article for the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is really possible to eat pickled vegetable porridge for half a year, and my mind is full of "cutting the outline and chopping the outline", but in the end...... It seems that I didn't cut it.

And then it turns out... the day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

==Such a post on the street actually kept it past the Mid-Autumn Festival.

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