Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

"tick--"

Blood fell into the empty room, making such a hollow sound.

I felt as if my head had been hit hard by something, and I was groggy, not knowing what day or night it was.

The air was filled with a rotten and damp smell, the gloomy environment made people tremble, and the biting chill came from the soles of the feet.

I looked up in a daze, only to see a slender figure standing there not far away, the blood-red eyes reflecting a cold light.

My throat was unbelievably hoarse, and my chapped lips told me that I urgently needed water. I asked uncertainly, "...Xiu?"

The voice is not cold and charming like that of the Demon King, but elegant and magnetic, with a husky voice that makes one not doubt whether the person who hears it will blush.

I froze for a moment, then raised my eyes and looked around.

It was a torture room, with all kinds of instruments of torture hanging on the gray walls, and a small fire not far away was filled with irons, burning red, and the instruments of torture reflected the light of the fire, making it look cold and penetrating.

His hands were roughly chained to the posts on either side, and chains were also wrapped around his body.

The dark gray prison uniform was covered with large and small marks of being whipped, and dark red blood seeped out.

"Repair?" I asked again.

"Oriental man, are you awake?" There was a deep smile in the elegant voice, and the corner of Xiu's mouth raised a bloodthirsty arc, "Then shall we continue?"

what to continue...

I thought blankly.

"Tell me, where is the king?" Xiu casually picked up a pair of pliers next to it, which was covered in blood.

I suddenly opened my eyes wide, and then I noticed a mirror directly opposite, which reflected a handsome face, my healthy body, wheat-colored skin, six-pack abs, no one would doubt this person charm.

The light in my eyes quickly disappeared, and I lowered my head sadly.

it's me.

It was the body before I crossed over.

Being discovered by him, I am not the devil king.

"Huh? Are you still not ready to speak?" Xiu smiled perfectly, standing in this cell that didn't fit in with him.

The pliers had caught on a fingernail of my right hand.

"Then——I'll just pull it out?" The devil chuckled lightly.

"Ahhhh!!"

The nails were forcibly pulled out, the whole hand was shaking violently, large streams of blood flowed down, and some bones could be vaguely seen on the bloody fingers.

It hurts...it hurts.

"Xiu...don't...I'm afraid of the pain." I trembled and said this in vain, suppressing the blood in my throat.

Xiu smiled more happily: "That's even better, so that you can tell as soon as possible where you hid the king."

Another nail was pulled out.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the piercing pain is not so easy to bear.

Is this the Xiu who tenderly takes care of me?

Is it still that Xiu who desperately protects me behind me and smiles perfectly?

"He has always been him, but you are not his king."

Another one.

I was sobbing that I couldn't speak.

"Tell me, where is the king." The cold voice seemed to pass through many veils, making it difficult to hear clearly.

I shook my head in pain.

"Oh...won't you say it?"

Another one.

"Ugh!!"

Xiu casually picked up a tiny needle, and stirred it cruelly at his bloody fingertips.

"See that red-hot molten iron over there? What do you think of pouring it on your fingers?"

I whimpered: "Don't...repair..."

I really don't know where Cheryl is.

Xiu gracefully picked up the iron paste, his face full of regret: "It's a pity, what a beautiful hand..."

"Ahhhh!!"

It's ridiculous, do you think he really loves you?

He has always loved the devil he respects, you hopeless man.