Dancing is not allowed on the grave

The wedding celebration of the monarch and the devil lasted for three full days in Losra. From the church, the snow-capped mountains, the coast to the underground world, the rolling lava river seemed to be cheering for it.

No one is crazier at this party than the monsters of the underworld.

In the dark, fireworks of various colors rose to the dome, reflecting each other with the crystal lights laid on the ground, creating a bizarre and grotesque scene.Goblins, dwarves, and goblins sway on the dance floor, swaying to the music, dancing like a group of drunks playing old disco.

Su Mansha was sitting on the high chair, shaking the red wine in the glass slightly, her tone sounded a little boring: "Lila, shall we go dancing too? See how much fun they are having."

The proud elf lowered his head and wiped his bow and arrow, ignoring it.

The guard captain Ronald, who was wearing a neat uniform, happened to pass by the dance floor, and Su Mansha waved his hand to stop him: "Big bone... oh, it should be called a big guy now, do you want to have a dance?"

Ronald stopped and glanced hesitantly at the dance floor.

"Ronald, here!" The dwarf craftsman Holt was waving at him with a hammer.

"I have an appointment with a partner, sorry." Ronald leaned forward politely.

"Then go quickly." Su Mansha smiled, "I'll just find someone else."

Watching Ronald leave, she swept around the dance floor again and sighed softly: "Everyone has a partner."

"It seems that I can only be beautiful alone."

Su Mansha walked off the dance floor, swayed gently with the music, and gradually entered the state.

Stepping on the rhythm, the succubus raised its arms, stretched its limbs, spun in the center of the dance floor, and danced solo flexibly to the music.

The succubi is a natural dancer, and soon everyone's eyes were on her. Lila put down the bow and arrow in her hand, and watched her quietly from a dark corner outside the dance floor.

Suddenly, the beams of light on the entire dance floor shook, and the drums accelerated. Su Mansha spun rapidly along with the music, attracting applause and whistles from the surrounding monsters. She didn't stop until the music faded away. Across the noisy crowd, Blow a kiss into the corner.

"..." Lila pulled off her cloak, looked away, her face turned red suspiciously.

"Su Mansha dances really well." In a more remote corner, the boy in a white cloak clapped his hands softly.

"Does Your Highness want to dance?" the man asked softly.

Syl shook his head: "I won't."

"I'll teach you." Lancelot had already stood up and held out his hand to him.

Syl blinked, glanced at the noisy dance floor, and still put his hand on the opponent's palm.

When he got up, he shook slightly before standing still.

He is already a little drunk.

He was so force-fed at the banquet that he couldn't speak clearly, so he and Lancelot secretly found a corner to rest.

Searle stepped onto the dance floor in a daze, with Lancelot supporting his waist and crossing his hands, slowly moving forward, backward, and spinning, stepping on the man from time to time, and slamming into his arms softly.

"Your Highness is drunk."

"No."

Lancelot smiled softly, held his waist, lowered his head and kissed the boy's eyes: "Shall we go back to rest?"

"But, the wedding, isn't it over yet?"

"It doesn't matter." The Demon King has already picked up the person by the waist, and spread the black wings on his back. "Let them continue to celebrate."

The wind mixed with the sweet aroma of red wine blew across his face, making Searle a little more sober. He embraced Lancelot and asked softly, "Am I sinking?"

"Not sinking, like holding a lamb."

Syl laughed tremblingly, her soft hair rubbed against the skin of Lancelot's neck: "But I don't have horns."

He muttered in a daze, "Mr. Steward, do you think that if lambs can't sleep, will they count humans?"

Lancelot thought for a while and said, "Probably not, most humans will have nightmares."

"Then what if the fox can't sleep? Count what?"

Landing outside the palace, with wings folded, Lancelot carried the boy steadily and quickly through the aisle: "Other foxes don't know, I usually don't count things."

Entering the room, Syl was put on the bed and tilted his head: "Then why can't you sleep?"

"Damn you."

"what?"

"I mean." Lancelot sat on the head of the bed, holding Searle on his lap, "We foxes can't sleep, and usually count their own tail hairs."

Syl blinked, and saw a soft and fluffy snow-white tail stick out, stretched out in front of him, and then went around behind.

He turned around chasing the tail, sat on Lancelot's lap with his back to him, reached out and grabbed the big, fluffy tail.

"One, two, three..." Syl earnestly counted the hairs on his tail, but the man behind him put his wrist around and unbuttoned his skirt.

By the time the drunk boy realized it, he had already been stripped naked.

The earlobe was caught and licked carefully, the alcohol was hot, mixed with some strange feeling, spreading from the base of the ear to the sole of the foot.

He grabbed the puffy tail, his mind went blank for a moment, and he opened his eyes and asked blankly, "Didn't you count the tail hair?"

"You count." The man embraced from behind.

"Then what are you doing?"

Lancelot lowered his eyes and kissed his red ears: "Fuck you."

Syl struggled slightly, and muttered indistinctly: "Don't do it, where did I count?"

"I don't know either." The voice full of lust laughed lowly, "Then you count from the beginning again?"

"Ah—" The fingers holding the tail suddenly clenched.

"Mm, um..." The boy panted and arched his back forward, and was gently pecked and kissed by the person behind him, his whole body went limp, and his tight fingertips trembled slightly, showing a seductive light red color.

"Count slowly." The slender fingers flicked lightly, Lancelot leaned against Searle's neck, and closed his eyes as if satisfied, "I won't go, I'm here."

"Just wait here until you finish counting, okay?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu type."

The people behind laughed: "Then I won't go out."

"what???"

After the celebration, Dolores returned to the capital city of Nathaniel with the child she had picked up.

Not far from the college, a temple was completed not long ago, and the opening date was set early, but for some unknown reason, the Lord of Losra did not appear on the opening day.

The ceremony was handled by the former Nathaniel's king and queen.

Unlike the original sanctuary in Losra, this temple does not enshrine the Goddess of Light. The statue has a crow perched on its shoulders, and many parts of its body are wrapped in bandages, making it difficult to distinguish the original appearance.

When Dolores was not paying attention, the child slipped away from her, rushed into the temple first, and worshiped the strange god with a pious gesture.

She was slightly taken aback.

I remembered that a long time ago, another boy did the same, kneeling devoutly in front of his idol.

At that time, she claimed to be old, and she was used to the reincarnation of life and death in the world. She always regarded herself as a big sister, and Grezel was never willing to do her wish.

The child always looked gentle and shy in front of others, but whenever I combed his long golden braids and put on a skirt, he would blush and explode into a rage, repeatedly emphasizing that he was a man and could protect her man.

Isabella doesn't care about like awkward children, and always promises with a smile: "Okay."

But Grezel became angrier for some reason, and refused to talk to her with a straight face.

She taught him magic, taught him knowledge, took him to travel around, and watched him grow up, from a little guy who couldn't speak clearly, to a delicate and delicate boy with long golden hair, while she was always young and looked As big as him.

On the day Grezel became an adult, she cut off her long hair that had lasted more than ten years.

Because of this, I had a fight with Isabella, and I didn't talk to each other for several months.

Later, he offered to ask for peace, but by then Isabella was already in prison and had no time to communicate with him.

And later, it was the day she became a fairy.

Grezel heard the wind from nowhere, traveled across mountains and rivers, and finally saw her for the last time.

"Isabella——" He was covered in mud and shouted something loudly, but she gradually couldn't hear clearly, and her consciousness dissipated in the wind.

"Sister Dolores." The immature voice brought her back to reality.

Dolores lowered her head slightly, and saw the child tugging at the corner of her clothes, pointing to the other end of the temple: "Sister Melotti is looking for you."

Melotti, with her long hair coiled up and a red backless dress, was standing at the exit behind the statue.

Dolores stepped forward.

"Sister, I'm going to the dragon ruins today." Melotti adjusted her skirt uncomfortably, and asked in a low voice, "Can you accompany me? I don't know what to do."

"Pfft." Dolores laughed out loud, "Are you still nervous?"

"No." Melotti frowned. "I heard from Syl's parents that the dragon has kept its bloodline pure for generations and never found a foreign spouse. I'm afraid that Nancy's family will disagree, and now that Nathaniel has been resurrected so The many-headed female dragon..."

She poked her head out to look at the sky outside, and sighed sadly: "I just saw several rivals in love flying past."

Dolores suppressed her smile and said sullenly, "Okay, okay, I'll accompany you there, so don't be nervous."

After a while, the king, queen, Ronald, Melotti, Dolores and the children left the temple together and went to the dragon ruins.

The boy ran ahead briskly, leaving a long string of small footprints in the snow.

"Slow down—don't fall." Dolores called him worriedly.

The king and queen watched from behind, and said softly, "Our children were like this when they were young."

The queen stretched out her fingers and gestured: "It's so big and small, it's not easy to walk, and it's a 'clack' on the snow all day long, and it's 'slap' every two steps, and it smashes a hole in the snow. It was a human-shaped pit, and after a while, I got up again and continued walking."

The king went on to recall: "Once he ran into the snow mountain by himself and was almost buried in the snow, but was pulled out by a fox."

Ronald also said aloud: "Your Highness wants to roast the fox."

"Ah." Dolores asked, "Did he eat then?

"

"No," said the king, "let go."

"But then that child is still thinking about others all day long. If he eats something good in the palace, he always secretly packs two yuan and sneaks into the mountains to feed the fox. Is it considered a repayment?"

Ronald: "Your Highness said it was raised for food."

The queen nodded: "This kid really cares about eating, and he knows how to start with the cubs."

"I don't know what happened to that fox after that." Ronald said, "At that time, hunters entered the mountain... Although most of the extinct animals have been resurrected now, and there are also silver snow foxes in the mountain, it seems that I haven't seen His Highness raising it. the one."

"I didn't hear that child mention it, so I guess I forgot it."

"It's fine to forget." Ronald shook his head, "If Your Highness remembers that the fox he raised has disappeared, he will be so sad."

Obviously, in the minds of parents who watched Syl grow up, he was still the child who would sit on the ground and cry when he lost his fox.

When we arrived at the dragon ruins, the sun had just climbed over the snow-capped peaks, and the warm aroma of food wafted from the cave.

A giant dragon landed in front of the cave holding a cloth bag full of berries, folded its wings, and saluted the king: "Your Majesty the King."

"Andrew." The king asked with a kind smile, "these are..."

"It's used to entertain children's spouses." The male dragon changed into a tall middle-aged man, picked up the berries and walked in, and said, "Nancy said that the girl he likes is coming. I heard it's a princess. Our dragon's food Afraid she might not get used to it, Tamara asked me to bring back some berries."

Melotti was stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed up, clutching the hem of her skirt.

Although crystal lamps of goblin technology have been popularized in Rosella, the residence of the dragon couple still retains the ancient kerosene lamps. In the flickering flames, one can vaguely see the crappy graffiti paintings on the cave walls, and two dragons with crooked wings. , and a stone-like dragon egg, and the little prince standing on the back of the dragon holding a sword.

Every time the king saw it, he would be disgusted: "Why did you paint my son so ugly."

Andrew pointed to the oval-shaped dragon egg beside him: "My son is even uglier."

After finishing speaking, the two old fathers with strange smiles began to laugh.

Tamara put the soup bowl on the rough stone table and said, "Don't laugh, come and eat."

She looked up and saw the queen, her eyes lit up: "Come and taste how this soup tastes. My son's partner is coming, and I heard that he is also from the royal family. I'm afraid she won't be used to it."

Nancy also came in through the hole with a bag of berries, shaking the snow off her body.

He raised his head and saw Melotti, who was wearing a red dress and dressed up very beautifully, and greeted with a smile: "Are you here?"

As he spoke, he introduced to his parents: "This is Melotti."

Melotti hurried forward and performed a standard royal etiquette: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

The Julong couple did not expect that the girl following in the crowd was their daughter-in-law. They looked at each other for a while, and were about to say something when they suddenly heard a voice shouting from the empty snow-capped mountains: "Lancelot——"