Bride of the Great Demon King

"Deal. The man with the pointed ears jumped down from the tree, gently patted the dead leaves off his body, and stretched out his arms to the red-haired demon. I can accept your contract, but I have to take a closer look What you promised."

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The gauze hanging from the ceiling fluttered slightly with the wind blowing in from the window, making a slight friction sound.The red-haired demon sat cross-legged on the bed, staring blankly at the sleeping man.

A few strands of brown hair mixed with short black hair stood up stubbornly, and the slightly inwardly rolled pointed ears quivered from time to time.The man generously exposed the vital points of his throat, and his Adam's apple slowly rose and fell with his breathing.Mensa clearly knew that under the thin blanket was an extremely explosive body, with flexible muscles covering the tall frame, and slender and powerful limbs that could easily tear apart any enemy.

In fact, if you don't look at the face, this person's figure is very different from his father's tall and thin figure that resembles a magician, and he belongs to a completely fighting physique.Mensa once saw Bastian tear apart two high-ranking demons who were trying to confuse him with his bare hands.Yet these hands were always gentle and harmless in his presence.During the most painful years of his childhood, those hands would pat him on the back every night until he fell asleep.After growing up, it was these hands that tied his hair every morning and dealt with all the trivial matters in life.His callused fingers are extremely nimble, and occasionally even playfully tie his red hair into thin braids.

When the red-haired demon suddenly realized his movements, he had already grabbed the opponent's wrist at some point and stuck it to his cheek.hell!Must have been distracted by these pink sheer curtains!How did you come up with the idea of ​​wanting to be touched by this hand? !

The touched part of his face was very hot, Mensa hurriedly let go of his fingers, but his wrist was suddenly held firmly by the other side, and those brown eyes opened at some point!

Bastian's eyes were clear, and the fingers holding Mensa's wrist exerted a slight force, and the whole person sat up.Watching the tired and puzzled face getting closer, Mensa felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up to a terrifying level.The brain was completely unable to think, and could only stare at the other person's face getting closer and closer. The red-haired demon simply closed his eyes.

The hot breath fell on the side of the neck, and he didn't know whether to be grateful or disappointed. Bastian just sniffed Mensa's neck and let go of his wrist. He looked up at the ceiling and wondered what he was thinking.The red-haired devil let out a breath like a collapse, his heart felt a strange feeling of falling, his mind was in chaos, and he always felt that something was about to come out.

The next moment, Bastian suddenly shifted his gaze back to Mensa's face. To be precise, the gaze was so hot that the keen demon could clearly feel that his gaze was on his lips!Before the heartbeat could recover, it became disordered again. A pair of arms wrapped tightly around the back, and the heart was screaming in the squeezed chest, making it impossible for him to resist Bastian's next actions.

It was a kiss with obvious intrusions.The demon who had his breath taken away without warning suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he no longer had to use this as an excuse for a goodnight kiss. No matter why this guy made such a misleading move, he Finally, I found the real reason for feeling awkward and sad for a long time.

It's bad enough to fall in love with a summoned beast, but to be charmed by a summoned beast that isn't your own!

The red-haired demon swung his fist angrily, and the punch was precise and hard. He didn't expect that the man who was trying to avoid him would be thrown backwards immediately.

"Why?" Bastian touched his cracked lips with an aggrieved expression.

"I still want to ask!" Mensa rubbed his lips vigorously with the back of his hand, completely unaware that the red lips that became more red due to the friction stimulated the hungry beast in the other's heart, "Who allows you... Did you do that?" Shengsheng swallowed the word kiss back.

"It was you who wanted me to kiss you!" The sharp-eared man took it for granted, "When I woke up, I smelled delicious on you. I lowered my head and sniffed your neck to identify the source of the smell. But immediately felt that your emotions fell into a state of loss. This emotion became more obvious after I put a certain distance between you and me, but it disappeared immediately when I kissed you. Whether it was the heartbeat, the blood flow rate or the smell , tell me you like me to kiss you very much."

"You!" Mensah had nothing to do with this calm cheekiness.

"And as soon as I mentioned the word kiss, you were immediately caught in a fleeting flashback, with that look on your face that said: Do it again, please!"

"Get lost! What an inexplicable expression! It's all because of this weird room! I must move out, I'd rather camp in the wild than live in this room with you!"

The red-haired devil was obviously very angry, but unfortunately he was so angry that he was completely unconscious, and he was still muttering softly: "Actually, I always wanted to say... the trait of duplicity seems to be more manifested when you grow up. It's becoming more and more obvious."

"Give me your hand!" Mensa glared fiercely at the man opposite, determined to change the topic to the right direction.

"Huh?" Bastian hesitated rarely, but hid his arms behind his back.

"Show me your damn hands!"

The pointed-eared man held out his left hand.

"Show me the right hand, the one I just touched."

Seeing the persistence in Mensa's eyes, Bastian had to stretch out his right hand.Although no scars can be seen, there are only four fingers connected to the wide palm!

Mensa looked down at the opponent's palm.There is no scar, and Bastian has obviously changed the shape of the palm, which he can only judge from the length of the fingers. "What's missing...is the index finger?"

"Don't worry, the loss of one finger won't have much impact on my strength, I can still protect you as usual!" the sharp-eared man vowed.

"how did you make it?"

"...Haven't you found out yet?"

"What?" The red-haired demon raised his head suspiciously.

"Don't you see what the material of that knife is?" Bastian said with a smile.

"You!" Mensa's eyes widened.

"There is no tracking magic on the knife. But as a part of my body, I can perceive its position at any time. And... I have not gone far." The sharp-eared man said lightly.

No wonder he left a knife and disappeared after that big fight.It turns out that you have never, never thought about really leaving your side?

"Can't it grow again?" Clasping the other's fingers with fingers, the body temperature was exchanged along the palms that were attached together, and the voice of the devil unconsciously brought a crying tone.

"Yes. But if it grows back, it will affect the power of the knife. Anyway, the loss of a finger doesn't affect me much, so it has never been regenerated. Didn't you always want a powerful weapon? You, when you were a child Just say that you don't want to use traditional summoner weapons like daggers and staffs!"

The apparently gentle smile seemed so glaring at the moment.

"Bastian..."

"Ok?"

"Why? Why do you want to be so nice to me?" The red-haired demon firmly held the opponent's hand, lowering his head to hide his reddish eyes.

"Your father..."

"Enough! Don't say it! Don't... say it..." Unable to control his emotions anymore, the red-haired demon threw himself into the other party's arms and cried bitterly like it was a long, long time ago.

"Mensah?"

"Woooooooo..."

"Mensah?"

"Wow!"

"Uh... I won't say anything, don't cry!" The sharp-eared man hastily pursed his lips, wrapped one hand around the devil's neck, and gently patted him on the back with the other.

If you want to cry, just cry in my arms!Because I came into this world for you, these hands exist to protect you!

Even he himself didn't realize that the tenderness in his eyes had become a little different...

The Devil's study——

"Do you want to learn to write?" the Great Demon King asked with a smile.

The blond boy nodded seriously.

"Although if you use magic, you can easily know the meaning of each word, but..." The big devil touched his chin with a distressed expression on his face.

"but?"

"But I personally appreciate people who can write beautifully. Of course, as my bride, my love for you will not be shaken by your handwriting. This is just a small personal It’s just a hobby. You may not know that there are thousands of characters in hell. In fact, the process of learning characters is also part of the study of magic. If you can really master them, you can understand the magical power behind the writing system, which is the same as using The learning experience of translating magic is completely different. So usually, the number of types of characters that can be proficient in writing also shows a person's talent, and I personally appreciate this ability. Well, I have combined the two types of characters The difference in approach tells you. How do you think? How do you want to learn? I totally respect what you mean in that regard."

"Hmm..." Bairiel thought for a moment, "I want to learn every language in hell!"

The big demon king couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips: "May I ask why you chose this more laborious method?"

"I think you like me more!" The young man lowered his head shyly, "Although I don't know if I can write well..."

"I'm very happy. Really, I'm very happy to hear your answer." Upon hearing a satisfactory answer as expected, the Great Demon King snapped his fingers, and a blank parchment was immediately spread out on the desk.

"Then, let's learn translation magic!" His slender fingers stroked the paper, leaving a line of dark golden symbols immediately.

"Huh? Didn't you say..."

The Great Demon King picked up the doubtful boy and sat on his lap, pointing to the symbols that emerged on the parchment: "Let's start with Hell's Common Language first, and the next language can be explained in Hell's Common Language. Translation magic can imprint the meaning of each word directly into your mind, this spell is very simple, let me briefly demonstrate it to you..."

"Of course, the necessary rewards and punishments are conducive to improving your learning efficiency. We memorize two hundred words every day, and the next day I will check what you learned the day before. If you remember everything correctly, you can get one of my Kiss as reward."

"What if it's wrong?"

"You must be punished as many times as you remember the wrong words. As for the content of the punishment... please allow me to keep a certain sense of mystery. I promise, you will like my punishment."

The big devil hugged his bride, and used bewitching words to promote sweet punishment.