Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Xiu held a book in his hand, and his veil-like eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his crimson eyes.

He walked slowly into the depths of the cell, followed quietly by a guard in light armor.

The sound of heavy iron chains sounded, Xiu stopped in his tracks, and looked indifferently at the child kneeling in the cell.

Hearing the sound, Rise's originally dark pupils suddenly lit up with a faint light, and he grabbed the iron railing all at once, his body trembling slightly due to excitement.

"How is Wang?! Is he okay?!"

Xiu lazily handed the book in his hand to the guard behind him, the child's pale face was reflected in his crimson eyes.

He reached out and stroked a strand of hair from the temple behind his ear, exposing his ear.

"Thanks to your great blessing, the king is in a coma. There is no danger of his life."

Hearing the word coma, Riise's heart constricted involuntarily.

The image of His Majesty bleeding from the corner of his mouth could not help appearing in his mind.

"I'm willing to die as an apology...please...please let my sister go."

A great guilt enveloped him.

As the person who indirectly poisoned the king, he dared to make a request.

"Are you making a request?"

Since Riise came to the Demon Palace, which places have not been ordered and taken care of by the Demon King himself?

He even has higher rights than Xiu, and can sleep with the devil every night.

"The person who poisoned you is your teacher."

"Impossible!! Teacher has no reason..."

Halfway through the speech, he himself got stuck.

impossible?There is nothing impossible.

Apart from his own sister and the silly fat man, the person he has the most contact with is his respected teacher John.

Riise's eyes were full of disbelief, but he had to admit it.

All the details that he ignored were cruelly telling him.

It was John who poisoned him and used his hand to murder the superior devil.

"why?"

Why, is it a teacher?

The one who taught him complex spells in a gentle voice.

The one who gave him the precious weapon.

The one who stroked his head with warm palms and coaxed him gently.

The one he was determined to serve well.

It happened that this person, knowing that he loved the Demon King so much, still wanted to borrow his hand to let him poison the Demon King himself.

Riise's face was pale, and his expression was full of contradictions and pain.

He felt like he was suffocating.

Xiu looked at the child shrouded in great sorrow, but lazily tidied up the folds of his lower clothes.

He narrowed his eyes with some pleasure.

Can't stand such a little blow?

Not urgent.

The demon tapped his lips with his fingers, making a shh gesture.

The days are still long, and he has plenty of ways to make this person who caused Wang pain——life is worse than death.