Demon King's Mentor

When Swan heard the footsteps, he raised his head and looked at the person who walked in, and shook the tip of his tail slightly: "It was really a long farewell."

The young man was sitting on the chair beside him, the dawn light dimly illuminated his face through the curtains, and something unpredictable condensed between his pale brows, making him look a little strange.

"I didn't even know that human beings don't need to sleep," Swan wrapped his arms around his wrist. "Tiredness is not a good thing for the upcoming duel."

"I can't fall asleep," Estero looked out the window, "because I know what I will dream about." Siwan spat out the letter disapprovingly, and let the young prince stuff him into his pocket and walked out of the tent.

The black knights outside surrounded the tent like sculptures, and there was a lot of noise from the zombie army not far away. They gathered together like hyenas snatching food, pushing each other.

As Estero got closer, the zombies calmed down and scattered aside consciously. On the grass between them was a ragged girl with disheveled ginger hair and a pale complexion. There is a thin gold chain hanging on it, and it looks like a sacrifice from a nearby village.

She was so terrified that she passed out after seeing those stinky zombies pounced on her, and when she woke up and saw those boneless claws opening her legs, she was already incontinent, her mouth While praying to the God of Light, in despair, she saw the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life standing in front of her.

The girl immediately stood up, tightly clutching the green tulle on her chest, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling: "Save...save me..."

Siwan got out of his pocket, looked at Estero with golden eyes, the other side's nose flapped, bit his lips lightly, and stretched out his hand to the girl.

Regardless of having doubts about the origin of this man, just the man's beauty can make the girl hand herself over. When she lamented her luck in a daze, she instinctively held those cold hands.

"You...your eyes..." The girl looked at his blue eyes, just when she was trying to praise the savior with words, those eyes were covered with golden flames, Eastero's eyes drooped, golden The eyelashes gently covered the slender pupils like butterfly wings, and in this strange transition, the girl heard a reptilian hiss from his throat.

"what-!"

Amidst her screams, the prince who descended from the sky turned into a demon. The opponent's teeth gritted her skin, and the bright blood trickled out, wetting the tulle on her chest.

Siwan climbed up to the girl's neck along Eastero's arm, and shared this rare delicacy that he hadn't tasted for a long time with the prince.

When the sacrifice was still breathing, Estero pushed her away, and the girl fainted on the ground with a pale complexion. Seeing that their master had finished eating, the zombies eagerly geared up their fists. Estero licked the corner of his mouth , when he stretched out his hand, the snake-like armor immediately covered his whole body from his wrist, his fatigue and sleepiness were swept away, and the black long sword that appeared in his hand was burning with green flames. He raised the sword and swung it, The surrounding zombie army was reduced to ashes amidst the screams.

"What are you doing," Swan watched as the few survivors ran away in panic, "you're crazy."

Estero ignored him, and turned to look at the scales on his arm: "It feels strange."

"Only blood is our food," Swan spat out the crimson letter, "If you are still very hungry, eat her heart."

Estero glanced at the poor girl from the corner of his eye, walked past her, came to the side of the war horse, stepped on the stirrups, stepped on the horse, and shook his arm: "This thing is different from before, just like ...my own scales...not armor."

"This will gradually become your own scales," Swan said to him, "Using virgin blood as a glue, the armor has found their host, and they will be more flexible and hard from now on." Swan looked into his eyes , "You have become the same monster as those people before."

Estero looked at the rising sun in the distance expressionlessly: "I will die soon."

Siwan climbed onto his shoulder and licked his cheek with the snake letter: "After you see the king, we will part."

"Really?" Eastero held him in his hand and looked into his eyes.

"Master has found another contractor," Swan rubbed his fingers with his head, "thanks to you."

"It's really an unpleasant thing." Eastero lowered his eyes.

"Esterloh," Swan suddenly grew bigger, turning into a man with black hair and golden eyes, sitting face to face with Estero, looking into his eyes, and kissed him on the lips.

"Is this your real face?" Eastero asked looking into his eyes, "You're so beautiful."

"This is the god body of the master." Swan jumped off the horse and looked up at him with a sad expression on his face. "I know everything about you, just like my own personal experience. It might be the best ending."

"Yes," Estero looked at him, "Yes."

"Farewell, Estero Eluciel Vidil," Swan kissed the leather-gloved finger again, "I will keep you in my heart."

"Farewell." Estero stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and after taking one last look at him, he hastily urged his horse to leave.

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