[Comprehensive] Legend of the Son of God

Maybe time always changes people.

It is invisible and ruthless, and it always changes the past in a subtle way.

When Yan leaves the nest, the sky in the Demon Realm will always be glowing with the unique blue of autumn.But most of the time, the sky in the Demon Realm is always gloomy, and lightning flashes across the sky from time to time.The air is always mixed with the gloom of stale blood.

"... Take a break. Cross the canyon in a while." The demon fox leading the bandit group gave an order.

The minotaur, who took out a jar of honey wine to quench his thirst, bumped into the dazed boy with iris-purple hair, and tried to elicit a simple and honest smile, but it was a little scary in the eyes of others.

"Would you like to drink some? It will take a while to get over the canyon."

Feeling the kindness, Yukimura smiled and shook his head to reject him, and then asked: "How far is this canyon?" God knows that he hurt his foot when he broke his back just now, and if it was too far away, he might not be able to pass.

"About...about 20 meters? Don't worry, the leader will set up some plants for climbing and jumping."

He was just worried about the process of jumping.

"What if you can't make it through?"

"Probably, he will be thrown away by the leader." After saying this, the monster looked forward in awe.

The demon fox at the front looked far away, as if estimating how long it would take to completely pass.The silver hair fluttered in the mountain wind, and the white battle suit was eye-catching and dazzling.

The flyover begins.

The monsters moved hurriedly and orderly, one after another.Yukimura moved his aching foot, gritted his teeth and tried to overcome it, but he seemed to have misjudged the severity of the injury, and felt a sharp pain in his left foot as soon as he jumped.

The monsters around him jumped up one by one with the help of the set leverage point.

To suffer, it seems that there is no point of leverage.

Yukimura, who thought he was going to fall like this, felt a hand pull him suddenly.That hand was slender and powerful, but slightly cold.

He just needs someone to give him a hand, and this help is a blessing in disguise.

"Who is it..." Yukimura subconsciously put his hands under his nose and raised his eyebrows. Although he thought it was impossible, the smell betrayed the owner of those hands.

It was a faint rose fragrance.

Lift your eyes and look.The side face of the Tibetan horse who announced that he was temporarily stationed in a nearby cave was still cold and arrogant, his lips were pursed into a graceful arc, and his long silver hair was swaying in the wind.He and the night bird didn't know what to say, so they raised their feet and walked towards him, and then grabbed his wrist without hesitation, with such force that it was deadly.

"It hurts."

"Oh, you know it hurts? Why didn't you ask for help just now?"

"...It's a little embarrassing."

"Tsk, a guy who wants to save face." Zangma sneered. "If the Night Bird hadn't told me that you were lagging behind and went to help you, you would have fallen into the abyss."

Is it really a night bird?Impossible, he has always been insensitive to rose pollen.

Putting his hand to his lips and coughing slightly to stop his smile, Yukimura accepted the lesson with dignity.

The rose fragrance flowing between the palms is not strong, but it has a refreshing power.

He was almost half-dragged and half-dragged to the lodging he chose this time. Under the cover of the dense forest, the fire flickered weakly.Elongated mottled shadows swayed across the damp ground.After a while, we came to a dry hole.

"It's so far away, why do you like living in caves?" And he avoided his subordinates.

"Haven't heard the rumor that 'foxes are the most cunning'? Probably something like the Three Caves of Cunning Foxes." Zangma said with a cold snort, "I can't completely trust others, because the possibility of betrayal always exists."

"...Oh? So, do you think I won't betray you?"

"The danger of betraying me is obviously greater than the benefit. But it is precisely because of your personality that you will not do it." Kurama took a deep look at Yukimura, and then said with unprecedented determination. "You're my thing, you've said that too [you were born for me]."

"Hey, it seems Kurama-sama is very insecure."

"Long-winded, do you want to die?"

Maybe it's because such a simple conversation with one another is very unnutritious. Realizing this, Kurama interrupted the conversation, and then threw him a jar of ointment to treat the wound by himself.

Lifting up the corner of the robe, and taking off the shoes and socks, I found that the sprain on the ankle was very serious, and it had turned blue.It seems that the monster with the mace used quite a lot of strength.

It was misplaced, and it just so happened that this position couldn't be corrected by itself.

"Hey, I said Kurama, help me straighten my ankle." Maybe it was a mental attack that was not afraid of death, Yukimura, who was leaning on the stone wall, raised his eyes and smiled warmly.

"...Are you ordering me? You are quite courageous."

Even after saying that, Kurama still walked up to him, stroking his slender ankle with his slender fingers.While complaining, "What a fragile body, is it really a youkai?" He lifted his foot carefully and gently, and straightened it straight.

After a brief period of pain, the position of the bone was corrected.

"Your physical fitness is too weak, and you need to practice later. How can I give you the position of military adviser when you look like this?"

Perhaps because of high hopes, Kurama raised his arms and taught the gentle and gentle boy a lesson.

"Yes, I will follow Master Cangma's orders in everything." The tone was half joking, and the young man who grasped Cangma's bottom line very well suddenly felt that such a demon fox is quite cute.

Whether it is the indifferent and bloody, cruel and ruthless battlefield style, or the private performance that seems to be indifferent but cares about everything.

Maybe he didn't learn what emotion is, and the balance of everything is mixed with interests.But it is impossible for a leader who is too cold to have so many people willing to follow.

The monsters who are attracted are all because of the personal charm of the fox.This incomprehensible expression, although a bit strange, is also very attractive.

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This time the mission is the Ice Tears Stone.According to legend, the hometown of the Snow Maiden is in the extreme north, where it is frozen three feet and the sky is full of snow. As long as a monster with a slightly lower demon power goes there, it will be frozen to death.Of course, this level of difficulty is still rare for Kurama and Yukimura.

As a reputable thief, he has always counted himself in. Even if there is something abnormal, he is not hesitant to bet his own safety in exchange for greater benefits.This is something only a youkai who has absolute confidence in himself can do.

But the problem is that Tibetan horse is born with a very low body temperature, that is to say, he hates the cold very much.

I didn't feel it when I was running, and it was even more freezing to the bone marrow when the wind and snow were heavy at night.The night bird was sent away by him to do other tasks, because Xue Nu was always harmless, he thought it was a fairly easy task, so he didn't take into account his fear of the cold.

Yukimura put firewood into the fire one by one, and made the fire high.With his cleverness, he naturally discovered this secret, but he didn't break it, but tried his best to warm up the best and cleanest house in an abandoned village they found temporarily.

The night wind howled past.There is almost no second color in the pale world. The brown-gray hut is buried in a large amount of white snow, and the snow accumulated on the branches falls downwards and is piled up by snow.It seems that the snow like flying catkins has never stopped.

"The environment is very bad, I guess I won't be able to leave tonight." Yukimura sighed and closed the doors and windows tightly.There are also monsters in the demon world who hide from the world and build shelters like human houses.They happened to come across an abandoned village, at least without sleeping in the snow and ice.

The room was very small, and there was only one bed that was cleaned out just now.The firewood stuffed in the stove was made by Kurama from plants that had been drained of moisture.

"Ki, come here."

"What's the matter?" Yukimura, who felt bitingly cold when he opened the window just now, wrapped his collar even tighter. He still had the foresight to take out a tiger demon fur, but the length was limited.

Before he could react, he was dragged onto a simple bed that was about to collapse.Before protesting, a cold hand was pressed to the cheek.

"So you have body temperature." Kurama sighed.

"If you don't have body temperature, you can't live." Yukimura, who was speechless, glanced at him, and began to wonder what kind of common sense his leader's mind, which was rarely dulled, was still pretending to be in such a cold environment.

"In 50 years, this is the first time I've seen you so naturally..."

"... Dare to complain about your boss? Have you lost your nerve?"

Kurama, who felt a little warmth, made more efforts to wrap the slender boy in his arms and use it as a heater.The body temperature, which is more human than that of monsters, makes him feel very comfortable. It is not hot, but the warm temperature spreads like a gust of water.

Seemingly realizing that the distance was too dangerous, Yukimura tried to struggle, but was violently suppressed by Kurama.

"Arbitrariness/dictatorship." After a cool sarcasm, Yukimura's side face was pinched severely, and a red mark appeared.

"... public revenge."

Kurama's stern eyes seemed a little hazy and softened in the flickering firelight at this moment. He felt his body was cold, so he instinctively tightened the heat source in his arms. After patting his arm twice, he found that his strength was still not as strong as that of Kurama.

"If you struggle again, I will tie you up with a rose whip." Tibetan horse's golden eyes slightly raised, and there was a kind of lazy style.

"Lord Cangma, there are barbs on the rose whip..."

"If you don't want to do that, just be obedient."

"..."

Kurama's body temperature was very low as if being hugged by an ice cube, and Yukimura was shivering from the cold.He reluctantly wrapped the tiger skin around his body, trying to keep warm.The firewood in the fire was still crackling.

"Can't you use demon power to keep warm?"

"I tried it, but it didn't work. My monster power is good at manipulating plants." Kurama seemed to hate the cold very much, and even talked more than usual.The breath he exhaled while speaking was very close to his ears, and the boy's ears were a little reddened by the breath.

After warming up a little, Yukimura realized how charming his current posture is.

The lower jaw of the Tibetan horse rested on his shoulders, tightly encircling his waist from behind, and his whole body was almost sitting on the lap of the Tibetan horse, with his head very close to each other.The tiger skin blankets were still tightly wrapped around the two of them.

If it was someone else, even if it was the night bird, Zangma would not keep warm with him if he froze to death.Because he subconsciously believes that the kite that has a contract with him is the real thing that belongs to him completely.He thinks the kite is in some way no different than his plant weapon.

But maybe his brain was temporarily on strike.Zang Ma accidentally licked the thin neck of the young man in his arms.

Just this time, like an electric shock, the skin that had been slumped due to the cold was licked/touched by the warm tongue, and after a jerk, it turned reddish, and the temperature also rose slightly.

Feeling that Kurama, who seemed to be able to raise the body temperature in his arms, curled his lips, he thought of a way to get through this cold night.

Yukimura, who was aware of Yaohu's plan, immediately planned to resist, but was suppressed simply and neatly.With his hands bound by vines summoned at unknown times, Kurama picked up his coquettish golden hyacinth eyes, and moved closer to bite his earlobe.

"Hey, do you realize what you're doing, Kurama?"

"...to keep warm."

"Is there such a method of heating?" Is this an instinctive pursuit of a heat source?Still completely out of my mind.

"I don't care about the process, as long as it can achieve the goal."

"……enough."

The young man who always felt that it would be quite bad if he continued to develop quickly broke away from the vine, then turned over and pressed Kuroma under him, locked his waist with his knees, and then pulled his hairband back to tie his leader's wrist on the ground. Together.

"...Don't tell me that you are only relying on instinct now. This makes me feel uncomfortable after seeing your layout." Yukimura, who supported his forehead and lamented, pulled up his collar, but couldn't cover the bite mark on his neck.The clavicle, which is as delicate as white porcelain, stretches out like butterfly wings. Looking down from the neckline, the slender neckline makes people want to attack the city.

If someone else came, he would feel disgusted and just kill him cleanly.But Zangma, his immediate boss, and he always has an inexplicable affection, maybe it's because of the contract.He has not been in a hurry to lift the contract that bound him, he was indeed looking forward to something.

Well, that hair tie won't last him long.

It seemed that tonight, he was going to fight for his virginity.

The monsters in the demon world don't actually have a sense of chastity. They often enjoy fighting and pleasure very much, because they don't know whether they can survive tomorrow, so they are more straightforward about their desires.

But he, who was once a human being, was not like that.

Having such a slender appearance is definitely eye-catching, and it is the best target for hunting in the Demon World, which is based on the visual system and "snatch what you want" as its creed.If it weren't for the notorious demon fox Tibetan horse who protected him, he would have died without knowing where he had fought against a large number of enemies with his own strength.

He believes that he can accurately control his Tibetan horse, and under normal circumstances he would never attack his subordinates.He has always been very restrained in his instincts.So trying to unspokenly rule subordinates like this tonight is logically unlikely to happen.

"Or... is it abnormal?" Yukimura, who stretched out his hand to test the temperature of Yaohu's forehead, finally found the answer.

Too cold, leading to a rare fever in a thousand years.

The author has something to say: First of all, another meme was arranged, but as soon as I wrote it, I didn’t know how crooked it was. The only thing left was the bed full of rolling... rolling... If it wasn’t for the sudden awakening, I wouldn’t be able to Code worker mouth, maybe it will be a home run... The main reason is that I think this kind of boss-subordinate setting is very interesting, and the hidden rules will be hidden if you are not careful.

Well, if Lei Zangma is afraid of the cold and has a fever, I will modify it. After all, I just coded like this in a moment of brain twitch. Let's just watch it alive. I don't have time to modify it today ==

In addition, I am very grateful to Meow’s Landmine and Smile Lord’s Landmine~ Thank you for your support.

PS, if this chapter really makes us want to be the overlord, I think we don’t like to read it~