The game character has become my vest

Augustus didn't expect that Tang En would send it up before he went to find Tang En, and he didn't expect that when he saw Tang En again, he would look like this.

Augus sat on the head of the bed, quietly looking at the scar on that immature cheek.

"How long has he been asleep?"

"I just picked it up this morning... By the afternoon, it should be just this day."

"Let's find out what happened to the demons." Augus withdrew his hand and turned to the monk who was standing cautiously aside.August put away his dignified look, and smiled kindly at the monk, "Thank you for your hard work today. Please don't say anything about him."

The two monks hurriedly shook their heads, but their hearts couldn't stop churning.

Why did they bring back a person suspected of being a demon, and Pope Clarence actually reported to Lord Tianzu!And this Celestial Clan who showed up to watch turned out to be Lord Augustus who didn't even show up for the battle between the Human Clan and the Demon Clan!

It can't be that Tang En is more important than the survival of their race...

As soon as the monk thought of this possibility, his heart became complicated.

"You go about your work," Augers said.

"Then... his injury..."

"It's fine with me."

Everyone: "..."

Clarence took a deep breath and smiled, "Augus can cure him, you should have a class today... hurry up."

After the two monks left, Clarence quickly turned to look at August.

But Augustus was holding Tang En's hand—yes, Clarence was 90.00% sure that this guy was Tang En.

Augustus held Tang En's hand, probably looking at the ring on his finger.

The toddler's hands were clenched together, making the ring, which became inappropriate as his body shrunk, bigger, but because he moved while he was asleep, the ring never fell off.

"Let's treat the wound first... Clarence, I'll leave the matters of the demons to you."

Clarence nodded again and again, then turned his head out of the room and began to grab one of his left and right arms, and one of the cardinals asked.

"I have a friend... It's like this. He is racially opposed to another person, but he still communicates with each other... What kind of eyes are you?" Clarence just started, the eyes of the cardinal It's not right.

"It's nothing, go on."

"Then I will continue. It is between them, the status is still very different. The strong side protects the weak side in various ways. This is the case when their positions are not opposing. Wait until the position After confrontation, they are still like this."

"No, I don't understand. How can this position change...?" The cardinal's eyes gradually became suspicious.

Clarence was suspiciously silent for a while, and thought of a good explanation: "Well... there are some nobles who suddenly have hatred or something."

"Then you continue."

"Oh, continue. The one with the higher status is still the kind of thing that is impossible for ordinary people to meet each other. As a result, the person with the opposite position met immediately after hearing the news of his injury. And Some other things are that the person with a high status actually had the opportunity to kill the companion of the person who hates him, that is, the person with a low status. In the end, he was not killed because he was also in it. What did you give him later? Did you understand what I said?"

After a long silence, the cardinal asked: "Did you fall in love with someone, and that person turned into a demon?"

Clarence and the cardinal stared at each other: "..."

***

Mian is very anxious. He has hung up the game on his computer all afternoon, but the game on the computer is still black, and there is only a system prompt there.

There was never a time when Mian felt that the time could be so difficult.

At midnight, Mian entered the game.

As soon as he entered the game, he was overwhelmed by exhaustion, and the fierce sleepiness pulled his consciousness down.

Mian struggled to wake up, his eyelashes fluttering.

August, who was sitting on the edge of the bed leaning against the bedpost and reading a storybook, looked at the children beside him with feeling.

"Don?"

The clear and shallow voice broke the black dream, and Mian opened his foggy eyes, saw the relief paintings on the roof of the room, and also saw Augus sitting beside him...

and many more.

He fell into a coma outside the Holy Church and was reported to the Celestial Clan by Clarence, and the Celestial Clan informed the God of Light, and then planned to let the God of Light judge him directly?

Clarence's heart is too cruel!

"This is in the Holy Church." Augus put down the notebook in his hand, and got out of bed to pour a glass of water for his noodles.

Mian subconsciously wanted to grab something, but he overestimated the length of his upper body, so he stretched out his hand to grab nothing, and because he got up and threw it out, he didn't have a good grasp of the speed, so he just fell down with his head.

"Well……"

August's skills are not covered.

The moment he sensed something was wrong, he returned to the bedside and grabbed Mian, who was about to hit the ground on his head.

Mian's head was dizzy, and his body was still heavy, aching and sore.

"Augus." Mian called his name softly.

It's just that as soon as his voice came out, Mian's own face froze.

What he thought was that his voice would be a little affectionate, and a little sad... But the voice he yelled was soft and crisp, like the coquettish voice of a child who is about to cry when he is hurt and wronged.

Mian shrank his body and retreated a little.

No, he's going to shut himself up.

Augus was also slightly taken aback, and the corners of his mouth were pursed for a moment.

He stretched out his hand and moved Mian's body easily, letting him sleep in the middle of the bed again.

After Augus poured water and handed it to Mian, they didn't talk for a long time.

In the end, it was Mian who took the initiative to break the silence: "Elela..." Mian paused, and with a sense of conviction, she allowed herself to continue in this voice, "Elela, she told me that you were locked up It's already... It should be that you will never see me again in eternity, so how can you appear in the Holy Church now?"

There were too many questions he wanted to ask, but the card he wanted to ask the most was this one.He wanted to make sure that August was leaving again immediately.

"It was God who forgave me." Augus looked at Tang En. Facing Tang En like this, he found it difficult to say a lot of things he wanted to say.Because such Tang En made it difficult for people to treat him as an equal existence.

A child with injuries all over his body and a weak body is like a delicate glass doll.

He should be pitied and pitied.

Mian frowned, and looked up at August, but fell into his unspeakable expression.

"What's wrong?" Mian raised his hand to touch August's face... But because his arm was not long enough, he only touched August's chin.

This should have been a better tender time.

"Did something happen?"

Augustus blinked and couldn't help but smile.Such an adult's serious tone made his thoughts settle down.It's just that those worries still exist, and they are even more heavy.

"You're not wrong." Seeing that Augus didn't say anything, Mian said it himself, "I was wrong, Augus. And you should be very clear that we didn't make it to the end."

Augustus didn't speak, but Mian, who brought up the matter, felt a little uncomfortable.

August was watching Mian very carefully, he wanted to see something different from what he knew before.Just like the gods said, look at him clearly.

"Leave that alone. Can you tell me why you are the way you are?"

Mian: "..."

Augus asked: "Can't you say it?" His voice was very flat, as if he didn't mind at all, and he seemed to believe whether Mian said it or not.

"I can." Mian hesitated to say what to say about him and Cecil.

There is nothing that cannot be said.

"Cecil wanted me, but I didn't want to, so I challenged him." A simple sentence covered everything.

Mian looked up at August, "You know, I like you."

Augustus and Mian's eyes met for a few seconds, he looked away first, lowered his head and smiled: "It's not appropriate to say this in your current state."

Mian sat back and nodded, "I think so too."

There is no sense of cp at all.

Augers asked, "So did you win?"

The demon pretending to be a child of the adult race hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled, showing his pointed canine teeth, "Of course."

August's heart sank.

A demon who has only been a demon for a few months can defeat the demon king of the demon clan?

Is this because of his status?

***

"I got the news from the Demon Race." Clarence looked up at Augus, who was seated above.

"You said."

"A few days ago, the Demon Clan Twain challenged the Demon Clan Demon King Cecil, and Cecil died, but after that Twain also disappeared... Now it seems that he was too injured to return to the The demons accept the challenge of those demons in the new demon king ceremony." After Clarence finished speaking, he didn't know what to say.

Just like this, they picked up a new devil king and kept him in a small room behind the Holy Church?

Of course, this wasn't what Clarence couldn't figure out the most.

What made him even more puzzled was how did Tang En become the devil king?Isn't this too fast?

He's only been a demon for a few months.

Where's Cecil?It has been decades since Cecil became the Demon King, and it is still in the period of rising strength. How did Tang En defeat Cecil?

Clarence can think of the doubts in it, and Augustus can't imagine it.

Clarence kept his mouth shut.

He only hides all the secrets he knows, and doesn't reveal a single word.

Now he finally knew why Elera suddenly became the Archangel, and why Augus suddenly disappeared again.

It's just that Augus came out again... Clarence only felt that he was still a human being, and he couldn't figure out God's thoughts, and he didn't want to.

"I want to know more about Tang En's experience... from the devil." Augus said with a cold face and sharp eyes, "I know you can do it, Clarence."

Augus, who is qualified for the position of Archangel, has never been a soft persimmon that can be squeezed or squeezed.

Tens of thousands of demons died in his hands, and most of the time he was an archangel who resisted people and stood aloof.