Dancing is not allowed on the grave

The silver chains that Lancelot had originally attached to Seale's hands and feet were not tight enough for him to move around the room.

However, in the past few days, Seale was dominated by anger, refused to eat at all, and did not sleep in bed for a whole night.

He treated the wound on Lancelot's hand and couldn't help yawning.

"Sleepy?"

Lancelot asked the waiter to prepare pajamas, and then hugged the thin prince horizontally.

Syl was startled, and quickly hooked Mr. Demon King's collar.

He raised his face slightly, "Lancelot, put me down, I will walk by myself."

Even after they were together, Seale would always address Lancelot politely by adding "sir" to his name.

At first hearing him directly calling his name, the Demon King was still a little uncomfortable. He lowered his eyes to glance at the face of the boy in his arms, and kissed his slightly frowning brows.

Searle: "..."

If his anger had a value, these little acts of intimacy from Lancelot would reduce it a little each time.

Although Syl still tried to maintain an angry expression on his face, his tone softened, "Where are you taking me?"

Lancelot noticed the change in Searle, restrained his smile and turned it into a cough, and then replied, "Take a shower."

"Your Highness is tired, take a good sleep after taking a bath."

Syl frowned.

"and then?"

"What then?"

"Will you let me go when you wake up?" Syl didn't forget that he was still imprisoned here.

He has been in the underground world for three days, and he doesn't know what's going on outside, whether Nancy has returned, and the affairs in the cemetery still need to be taken care of.

Lancelot paused, then continued to turn into the bathing pool as if he didn't hear what he said.

The bathing pool in the palace is very large, with champagne-colored rose petals floating on the water, steaming white mist, and overflowing with rich fragrance.

No sooner had Lancelot lowered Searle to the ground than the attendant brought the silk pajamas and closed the door behind him as he left.

Searle was still grabbing his collar persistently, "I want to go back."

"Okay." Lancelot responded lightly, then bent down and started to unbutton Searle's dress.

"Really?"

"Really, I'll take you back tomorrow."

Syl tilted his head to observe the expression on his face, and finally heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that he wasn't lying to himself.

"I'll do it myself." He stopped Lancelot's hand, took off his dress a few times carelessly, and plunged into the pool.

Syl was not familiar with his daily life when he was a prince, so he just scrubbed casually like he did in the original world, then climbed ashore wet, picked up the bath towel placed on the shore and wiped it clean.

Syl put on the soft silk pajamas, looked up at Lancelot while wiping her hair, her eyes were clear, "It's finished, let's go back."

Originally Mr. Demon King planned to do something unsuitable for children in the bathing pool, and ordered the waiter to arrange the petals in advance, but he didn't expect that His Royal Highness had already washed and climbed ashore before he took off his clothes and entered the water.

He leaned down and kissed Searle's eyes, fumbling with his hands to peel off the pajamas he had put on again.

Syl was itchy to be touched, and took half a step back, and then realized what the devil wanted to do here.He didn't bother to put on his shoes, and ran out of the bath with bare feet covering his hair with a towel.

The palaces in the underground world are uninhabited all year round, and brooms are regularly cleaned, so there is not even a speck of dust on the road.

Syl ran out of the bathing pool, looked around, remembered that he could not leave the palace without the permission of the Demon King, so he ran straight back to his room, threw himself on the bed, and hid himself under the quilt.

After a while, there were two sounds of "Duk Tuk" outside the door.

Searle didn't respond, only heard Lancelot open the door and come in, but he didn't go to the bed, but went straight to the window, and then there was no movement at all.

Searle just ran all the way back, and he couldn't sleep at all at the moment. He covered himself in the quilt for a while, and finally couldn't resist opening a small crack to see what Lancelot was doing.

The window in his room is a bay window, and the slender figure of Mr. Demon King is sitting on the bay window, lowering his head and fiddling with something.

Syl was in a bad mood a few days ago, and he didn't even carefully observe the furnishings in this room. He only took a cursory glance and knew that it was arranged as a wedding room, and it was just the room he originally lived in.

It was only now that he discovered that there was a small ivory tower on the bay window.

This handicraft is very delicate, Lancelot fiddled with the clockwork next to it lightly, and a little figure popped out from one of the spires. The little figure was wearing a prince-style dress, with a sword in his hand, and mechanical movements Shang Yang pulled out a sword flower.

Syl couldn't hold back his curiosity, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the window barefoot.

When I got closer, I found that there was a little fox under the tower.

Lancelot fiddled with the spring on the little fox's back, and said softly, "Before I died, I saw hell on earth."

"Open your eyes again, you're still in hell."

He was the last fox killed by Grezel, and died in a Shura field made of fox blood and corpses.

And regaining consciousness again, already in this body, has become a part of the countless resentments and evil thoughts in the monster's body.He could hear all the evil thoughts and malice from other consciousnesses, and for a long, long time afterwards, he struggled with these terrible thoughts, and sometimes he couldn't tell whether it was the other consciousnesses that co-existed or himself that produced these evil thoughts.

Only in this room, when I concentrate on fiddling with these small objects, can I get a moment of respite.

Everything here was arranged by Lancelot, from the wardrobe and the bed to the small one on the table, all made by him himself, and then carefully selected the location and placed it.

Syl was silent for a moment, then reached out to stroke Lancelot's face, "But you crawled out of hell."

Lancelot put the wind-up little fox under the tower, watched it circle around the little prince dancing with swords, and said softly, "But those who have gone through hell will never wash away the blood on their bodies."

"Sometimes I find that light element crystal very unpleasant, and I want to crush it into pieces."

"But there's no light, and I'm afraid you won't be able to find your way when you come back, and you won't be able to see me in the dark."

Syl suddenly remembered that when he first fell in love with Mr. Butler, he stretched out that hand to him in the dark night.

So he took Lancelot's hand, "I can see, no matter how dark it is."

"is it?"

Lancelot raised his eyes and said in a calm voice, "Then would your highness want to play a game with me?"

"what game?"

"Cover the light element crystal, then hide, and see if His Highness can find me."

"Hide and seek?" Syl scratched his head, "Yes."

After he agreed, he added, "But you can only hide in this room."

"Okay." Lancelot responded, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the light element crystal outside the window suddenly lost its brilliance, and the entire palace fell into darkness.

Syl heard the screams of the waiters outside the room.

He turned around and closed his eyes, "I'll count to twenty, you should hide quickly."

"Twenty, nineteen, eighteen..."

Syl kept an eye on the room while counting, but heard nothing else.

Lancelot has no breath or heartbeat. As for the sound of footsteps, if Mr. Demon King intends not to be noticed, it is probably not difficult to hide.

Syl counted to one, opened his eyes and groped forward with his hands.

He went to the door first, touched the corner of the wall, opened the closet and got in, but found nothing.

His Royal Highness turned around slowly and returned to the bay window.

Just as he began to suspect that he was looking for it, Lancelot was also moving, and his hand suddenly touched a familiar, cold object.

Syl let go of the belt, and moved up along the muscle line through the thin fabric, passed by the slender neck, touched the sharp jaw line, and then went up to the cold but soft lips.

"Caught it." Syl quickly stretched out his arms and hugged the man who hadn't moved from the nest from beginning to end, as if he was afraid that the prey would run away. "Mr. Demon King, you lost."

Lancelot nodded, and generously announced the victory of His Royal Highness: "The righteous warrior defeated the devil."

He wrapped his arms around Searle's waist and hugged him to the soft bay window cushion, "As a reward——"

The Demon King stuck to his ear and licked his lips, "I decided to have some fun with His Royal Highness the Prince."

Before Syl could react, a corner of the cloth was stuffed into his mouth.

It was the hem of his own silk pajamas.

"Hold it." The Demon King bit his earlobe and ordered, "Sit up."

Searle: "..."

Is there something wrong with this direction?

Since then, the warrior and the devil have lived a shameless life? ? ?

But soon, he couldn't care less about thinking so much—Sill was holding his pajamas in his mouth, even panting like he was wrapped in a ball of cotton wool, and he could only tightly hold the screen curtain of the bay window tightly with his fingers, and The shirt in front of him was opened.

Lancelot held Searle's waist and pressed it against his forehead, and took off his hand holding the window screen.

Searle noticed that the man's fingers were dug into his own, and he held them tightly, and couldn't help but bend his eyes.

Lancelot is used to seeing things in the dark, so he didn't miss the smile in his eyes at this moment.

Sweetly bright.

Mr. Demon King sighed, regretting that he couldn't rub people into the bones.

"Your Highness."

"Ok?"

"I really want to lock you in an ivory tower."

The Lord Demon King only hopes that his little prince can stand on the top of the tower and bask in the sun forever.

He doesn't want to see what the world looks like.