Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Cheryl had a dream.

The dreams are colorful, some in the 21st century, and some in the devil world.

He dreamed of many people, all of whom died in front of him.

But most of those people's faces were blurred, and even their voices were hard to hear.

In the last scene of the dream, he saw himself holding a long black sword and stabbing a man's heart fiercely.

Dark red blood dripped slowly along the blade, and landed on the ground with a thud, splashing a flower of blood.

The sky was shrouded in thick dark clouds, which seemed to be heavy on people. Deep purple lightning quickly shuttled among the dark clouds, like poisonous snakes baring their fangs.

When the dead person fell into his arms, several beams of dazzling light suddenly pierced through the clouds and landed on him.

This scene is like an exquisite oil painting, with a strong sense of tragedy.

"what!!"

He stretched out his hand and covered his eyes with the back of his hand, panting slightly, feeling a little dazed.

"King, you are awake."

Sheryl only belatedly realized that there was someone beside him.

He turned his head slightly, and looked at the people beside him in a daze.

But he saw a rather handsome young boy wearing a black Chinese suit, with a dagger pinned to his waist, half lying beside him.

There was a bit of coolness in the boy's amber eyes, the slightly round eyes were slightly elongated, and the breath in the corners of the eyes was a little cold, but the eyes looking at Cheryl were gentle.

Hero who are you? ?

Cheryl was a little confused.

How could he just climb into the bed casually? How bad would it be to be seen by others?

"You have been sleeping for three years. Master Xiu said that you are afraid of the cold, and his subordinates dared to come to sleep with you every night."

"I thought you were angry with your subordinates and didn't want to wake up."

Cheryl's brain that had been rusted for a long time finally turned around.

Is this little bun Riser? ?

He actually slept for three years? ?

Three years of sleeping time is actually nothing. In the past, he used a hundred years of sleep as a counting unit.

But that was all his own willingness to sleep to pass the boring time.

Sleeping this time was not of his own free will! !

"Would you like to bathe or eat now?"

"You open the window first."

Riise saluted respectfully, turned around and got out of bed to open the window.

Cheryl looked at the boy's raised body with some depression.

Riise was only four years old when he first came to the Demon Palace. Three years later, he is only seven years old now.

Although she was still a child, she didn't have the soft and cute feeling when she was four years old.

Look at the baby fat on his face is almost gone! !

The huge windows were opened, and the breeze from outside the windows blew in, bringing a little relaxing atmosphere to the dormitory.

Riise opened the window, approached the bed again, consciously pulled aside the curtains layer by layer, and carefully hung them on the hooks.

Sherrill looked at the young man with an indifferent air all over his body complicatedly, feeling deeply sorry.

A cute and cute little kid, so small, it's easy to be bullied! !Gone! !

Talk about nurturing!After sleeping for three years, under Xiu's leadership, the ghost knows what the crooked kid looks like!

Although Sherrill is not very focused, many basic things can still be seen.

Although the child didn't show it, it was like a green bamboo plant between the freshness of a teenager and the innocence of a child.

But there was a faint blood on his body, and it was obvious that he had killed many people in the past three years.

"What about repair?"

Riise's hands that straightened the curtain stiffened indiscernibly.

His king slept for three years.

Woke up and only said two words.

The first sentence asked him to open the window, and the second sentence asked the whereabouts of the demon deacon.

"Master Xiu went to the Nether Sea to get the medicinal materials you need, and he will be back in about two days."

medicine?

Only then did Cheryl realize that she seemed to be poisoned.

what poison?Yixiu's ability has not been completely cured after three years? ?

"Do you know who poisoned it?"

"It's John. He is the eyeliner sent by the Bright Continent. He has been lurking in the Demon Realm for almost ten years."

"I remember, he is your teacher."

At that time, the little kid liked this teacher.

"Yes. This subordinate has already cut off his head, and it's your crime."

"..." Sherrill felt a little awkward.

He can roughly guess how he has been doing in the past three years as the brat who indirectly caused him to be poisoned.

"You have worked hard for the past three years."

Riise silently felt the subtle warmth from his king's top of his head.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Do you blame me?"

"Why are you to blame?"

The child lowered his head and gently stroked the handle of the dagger with his fingers. The familiar touch reminded him of the enemy who died under this dagger——

"This poison came from me to you."

"That's what you said. That's right, the deity is vomiting blood..."

Riser's pupils shrank sharply, his fingers clenched tightly, and the sudden force made his fingertips turn white.

He almost couldn't help but knelt down and begged the king's forgiveness with his most pious voice.

"Then you will protect the deity well in the future, won't you?"

Cheryl lazily raised his hand on top of the child's head, and stretched out his fingertips to the sunlight coming in from the window.

The warm temperature made him squint his eyes comfortably, but made him ignore the emotions flashing through the eyes of the child.

"The deity has given you the power you deserve, do you know what you should do?"

Riise immediately straightened his body and knelt down straight.He raised his head reverently and looked up at the figure in the interweaving of light and darkness.

"For you, I will rebuild my faith."

From now on, this king is his faith.