The Brave Master Is the Demon King

　　 "Cheers!!"

　　 Five wine glasses touched together, and red wine was splashed on the table full of delicious food.

　　 "To celebrate our triumphant return!!" Greer said, changing and drinking.

　　 "To celebrate Lin Chade's becoming a brave candidate!!" Lilith drank a cup happily.

　　 "Congratulations." Duoduo Luo finished faintly, took a symbolic sip, and then secretly stuck out his tongue while others were not paying attention.

　　 Oro was holding a roast leg of lamb in both hands, and looked at everyone with a smile. He prefers to eat meat more than drinking.

"From now on we will be the brave team. It feels a bit unrealistic to think about it now, brave, do you think there will be our story in the future brave story." Lilith cheeks are as red as Apple, laughing loudly Said.

　　 "There will definitely be, such as the legendary swordsman Greer, the drunken magician, and the lazy elf archer," Greer said with a smile.

　　 "Who is drunk crazy! Humph! Lin Chade, tell me if he is too much, always thinking about harming others." Lilith asked, swaying beside the demon, she seemed to be a little drunk.

　　 Todo Roco didn't care, she quietly stuffed a golden cup into her pocket.

　　 The devil smiled lightly, and did not answer.

　　 "What's wrong, are you worried?" Greer asked the demon lord with a smile.

　　 "No, it's just that I never thought I could become a brave man." The devil said mockingly.

"What are you talking about, the first time I saw you, I knew you must be a brave, hiccup~" Lilith said drunkly, her head resting on the shoulder of the demon king, her breath was strong The taste of wine.

　　 "So you tied the brave to Wuhuada, for fear that he would run away, right." Greer said sarcastically.

　　 "Shut up! You sloppy single middle-aged uncle with a bad mouth, what do you know." Lilith pointed at Dodoro and cursed. It seemed that she was completely drunk.

　　Dodoro kept an elegant posture while sitting and drinking, completely ignored them, but the gold cup and silver fork on the table mysteriously disappeared, and her little bag bulged inexplicably.

　　 The devil opened his eyes, and he was the most disturbed person in this cheerful dinner.

　　 It seems necessary to meet the saint.

　　……

　　 In the night sky full of stars, a dark shadow appeared. He stepped in the void, but he was more stable than standing on the ground.

He is not a human being. This can be judged at a glance. The two horns on his head make him very unusual. His whole body is covered with scales of black armor and one eye. His tail is connected section by section, more than his body. To be long, the tip of the tail is as sharp as a spear head.

　　 This is the second form of the strongest demon king Richard, the demon king form. He folded his hands on his chest and looked down at the church under his feet.

　　 "It really is an extraordinary building." The Demon King said to himself.

　　 Then, let's test the so-called saint.

　　 He found that this cathedral covered many layers of barriers, but it was useless. To the devil, they were just a thin piece of paper.

　　 is not right, it is also useful, it is still a bit challenging to go through them without breaking them.

　　 I saw the Demon King slowly disappear into the darkness, and a gust of wind blew into the enchantment.

　　 I don’t know if the saint is wearing pajamas, what is the saint’s pajamas? I don’t know if the saint will drool in sleep.

　　 The devil took these questions, sneaked into the church, and came to the highest room of the church.

　　 To be honest, the appearance of this room is far beyond his imagination. There is no luxurious furniture, no ten-meter bed, just a simple room. A wooden bed that is not known for how many years old, an ancient wooden dressing table that also does not know how many years ago was aesthetics, a shabby and plain chair, and an unsightly idol.

　　 But the cleaning here is spotless, very clean and tidy. The devil suspects that this saint has a serious habit of cleanliness.

　　 saw a white shadow kneeling in front of the idol, with a candle pot in front of her.

　　 The devil approached quietly, and the saint also wore such a set of white clothes at night with a white scarf on her head. What a ghost! Does she wear this set to sleep? !

　　 At this time, the saint lifted her head slightly.

　　 "You really came."

　　 Her voice is very gentle and nice.

　　 The Demon King sullen his face.

　　 It stands to reason that it should be impossible for her to discover herself.

　　 At this time, his hand stretched out black claws.

"You know me?"

　　 The voice of the demon king reached the saint's mind directly.

　　 The saint seemed to have finished praying. She reached out and picked up the candle, slowly stood up, then turned around and faced the darkness before the candlelight.

"good evening."

　　 The saint nodded suddenly and said hello, which made the demon lord somewhat inexplicable.

　　 "You haven't answered my question yet, I hate being ripped off topic."

　　 The Devil said coldly.

　　 The saint smiled slightly and said, "I think you already have the answer in your heart."

　　 Sure enough, she still can't see her inner thoughts, this guy is kind of interesting.

　　 At this time, the black mist entwining the devil's body gradually dissipated, revealing his horrible figure, and the light of the candle was affected and weakened a lot. The floor covered by black shadows seemed to have turned into a dark lake, and once stepped into it, it would sink into the abyss.

　　 However, the saint did not seem to have seen it, and was completely unmoved.

　　 "Then you are not afraid that I will kill you?" the Demon King asked with a calm face.

　　 "Will you then?" the saint asked.

　　 In an instant, the devil's paw reached her neck, but she still stood there without fear.

Ok……

no response?

　　 interesting.

　　 The demon king circled her maliciously to see if she was acting calm.

　　 Suddenly, the Demon King's paw lightly picked and cut her long hair.

　　 She still didn't respond, like a stone statue.

　　 The devil stood in front of the saint, almost sticking to her face, looking at her headscarf curiously.

　　 Pull it off.

　　 The devil smirked and tore off the white turban on his head, and the saint showed an unexpected expression.

　　 What, I thought you were a machine without emotion.

　　 But the next moment, the devil was stunned.

　　 The saint is really beautiful, almost the most beautiful human being the Demon King has ever seen.

　　 Especially her eyes.

　　 Her pupils are a circle of white and a circle of golden yellow. It turns out that the magical power originates from her eyes. Their eyes are like mirrors, reflecting the figure of the devil.

　　 "Are you blind?"

　　 the demon king asked.

　　 The face of the saint returned to calm.

　　 "If according to the world's opinion, yes." She replied.

　　 The devil became serious.

　　 "Then how do you know my past, do you use these eyes, or some magic."

　　 The saint did not answer, her eyes gradually turned towards the devil.

　　 "You told me this yourself."

　　 As she said, she stretched out her right hand and tapped it on the Demon King’s chest. The room suddenly turned into a cosmic star, and a little light appeared in the Demon King’s dark body.

what is this?

　　 The Demon King realized in the next second that this is the world in her eyes...

　　 "Can you answer me a question?"

　　 the saint asked suddenly.

　　 "Then you have to see what the problem is." The Demon King said lightly.

　　 "Why are you looking for me?" the saint asked.

　　 "Huh? It's not because you called me a brave..." Then, the devil stopped, his eyes sharpened, and he asked, "What do you want to say."

　　 The saint smiled slightly and said: "You have found out, too, I envy the brave."

　　 "How can it be!"

　　 When the Demon King was about to get angry, he was stunned.

　　 It seems that this is really the case.

　　 He recalled that when he was a demon king, he was alone in the room and watched the adventures of the brave through the crystal ball, and even spent a lot of thought to create a clone and adventure with him.

　　 Is this really the case?

　　 Just when he was tangled, the saint chuckled.

　　 "What are you laughing at."

　　 The devil looked at her complainingly.

　　 "Sorry, I'm just wondering why you, as a demon king, are so human-like."

　　 The Demon King was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "This is probably because my master is also a human."

　　 and still a brave...

　　 For the demons, human beings are incomprehensible. They have complicated social and family relationships. For the demons, they have no so-called relatives. All status is weighed by strength. The weak are the slaves of the strong, and the enemies of the same level are all enemies. There is no friend to say.

　　 Become stronger, killing the superior and climbing up is the creed of their life, so ~www.readwn.com~ It is not human beings who want the devil to die most, but the subordinates who are eyeing the position of the devil.

　　 And the demon king also knows this, so it is common to kill his subordinates. In order to deter others from obeying themselves, as a demon king, he has to be brutal and terrifying and let his subordinates submit.

　　 The saint also seemed to understand this truth, and she could see through Richard's unusualness at a glance.

　　 "So, if I really want to see your master, what kind of person will I teach a devil?" The saint smiled.

　　 The demon king straightened his face immediately.

　　 "Hmph, don't give me a hippie smile, if you want to use me to resist the Demon King's army, do you naively think that I will fall into you."

　　 "Well, yes, don't you plan to do this yourself." The saint replied without any shame.

　　 "Hey, I'm a demon king anyway, can I give you face?" the demon king asked.

　　 The saint smiled. For the first time, she was able to smile sincerely and said: "Then you have to give me the saint's face."

　　 The devil was stunned, and after a while he smiled and said, "Next time."

　　 After finishing speaking, he turned into a black mist, gradually shrinking to a point.

　　 "Waiting for the next time you wear pajamas."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared without a trace, and walked by the saint's turban by the way.

　　……

　　 The other party seems to understand his inner thoughts and knows many things.

　　 The devil would have become angry because of his own anger and then kill her, but he didn't know why he calmed down. He felt it was fun to chat with her, he felt pleasant and cheerful inexplicably, and he would say something in his heart without knowing it.

　　 Take a closer look, how long has it been since I revealed my feelings to others...