Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Zero's smiling face suddenly sank.

His amber eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the puppet in his arms expressionlessly, with an indescribable indifference and coldness.

The corridor suddenly fell silent, and the oppressive atmosphere quietly rose. The darkness that had sunk in the dark danced and circled, filling the hearts of everyone present with its teeth and claws.

The last oil lamp in the corridor was burned out, and the moment the light disappeared, a soft and almost mysterious child's voice sounded softly: "Amu, who do you like?"

The puppet giggled, and the creaking sound that made people's teeth sore spread faintly throughout the corridor, and the weird atmosphere became more and more heavy.

Amu's tone was rarely more excited and joyful: "...I like him...I like...this person..."

Then there was a long silence.

The intermittent laughter of the puppet also slowly disappeared in this silence, leaving only a long suppressed and suffocating silence.

After about an hour, or two hours.It had been so long that other people thought that the grown-up had left, the soft child's voice sounded again accompanied by bursts of indifference and chill.

"Amu, you are mine."

"The king himself made you and gave you to me."

"you are mine."

"You can only be mine."

Like the murmur of a devil, the white rose blooming amidst the decay, reflecting strange light under the cold moonlight, is thrilling over and over again.

The cackling of the puppet continued, as if laughing at something: "... like... the king..."

"……like him……"

Amu began to struggle violently, but Zero hugged him so tightly that he almost crushed the puppet in his arms.

"Calb—"

There was a clear cracking sound, and Zero was stunned.

A broken wooden right arm fell and fell into a pool of blood.Taking advantage of the moment when Zero was stunned, the puppet successfully broke free, threw itself on the young man, and hugged the young man's neck tightly.

Amu rubbed the young man's side face as he wished, and his tone was full of excitement: "...I like...I like...Wang..."

Ling watched this scene calmly, the dark and bloody turbulence in his amber eyes.

He picked up the blood-stained ordinary dagger that fell on the ground, and approached the unconscious young man a little bit.

The suffocating footsteps sounded slowly, and every step seemed to be filled with viscous blood, and the disgusting rancid smell was everywhere.

The child held the dagger in both hands and raised it above his head.Looking down at the top of the young man's head, the corner of his mouth raised a strange and bloodthirsty arc.

The blood on the dagger slid over the tip, and then dripped down, just right on the top of the young man's head.

The cold touch made the unconscious person frown, his eyelashes trembling, as if he would wake up immediately.

Zero thrust forward without hesitation.

The cruel but delightful sound of skin tearing did not sound as imagined, and the tip of the dagger stopped abruptly at a distance of one centimeter, trembling slightly, unable to move forward a single point.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa How did you kill so many people so carelessly-"

The gorgeous voice is intoxicatingly elegant and magnetic, just like the most elegant bloody rose in hell, people can't help but be addicted to it.

The oil lamps in the corridor lighted up one by one, easily breaking the suffocating darkness, followed by clear and rhythmic footsteps.

A slender figure appeared at the door, and then walked in gracefully and slowly step by step.

The blood all over the ground didn't touch the body of the visitor at all, just like the useless mud, it couldn't contaminate the snow lotus in the pool.

"The king is about to wake up, are you sure you want to greet him with this dirty gesture?

"There was a perfect smile on the corner of Xiu's mouth, and the blood-colored eyes reflected the dim light, carrying incredible tenderness and tiredness.

The broken wooden arm that fell into the pool of blood rose slowly, the blood on it evaporated in an instant, and then landed on Amu's body.

Zero threw away the dagger in his hand, and turned his head to look at the handsome young man in the dark in surprise: "The king is about to wake up?!! ​​Isn't it only 100 years?!"

Xiu nodded slightly: "The king doesn't like the smell of blood."

Zero immediately jumped up, grabbed Amu's hand and ran out in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry to take a bath.

The prisoners stared at the scene dumbfounded.

Why is this little devil... so happy like a child?

This prison is full of demons who have committed crimes for several years, and they don't know much about some things in the upper class. Naturally, they don't know the meaning of the demon king named Wu to Zero.

wake up?

Does that mean that the devil who often sleeps has woken up again?But only a short 100 years!Why did you wake up so fast this time?

Xiu looked at the extremely bloody corridor, with that perfect and elegant look on his face.Turn around slowly and leave with graceful steps.

When he was about to walk out, he looked back at the comatose young man in a meaningful way, the smile on his mouth deepened, and then disappeared around the corner.