Devil two hundred and five

When he woke up again, the first thing he saw was the snow-white ceiling.After that, I moved my gaze down, and Minato appeared in my field of vision.In the morning light, the edges of his hair were painted brightly by the sun, like an angel flying down from a mural.

"I miss you so much, Ami!" I subconsciously wanted to rush over.

Minato's face darkened slightly, maintaining that perfect sunny smile, he stretched out his hand and pushed me back: "Your Majesty, please respect yourself."

"..." Only then did I recall what happened before I fell into a coma.Both Kevin and Zeelan are in the room, Kevin huddled in a corner, trying to make himself the background canvas.Zelan was very calm, staring at my face wondering what he was thinking.

"You didn't tell Ami the truth?" I asked, and Minato frowned slightly at this intimate nickname.

Zelan glanced at Kevin and said to Minato, "Something complicated happened."

Minato immediately continued, "Let's talk at the door?"

The two of them immediately went to the corridor.Minato carefully closed the door when he was about to leave.But none of this is a problem with someone trying to eavesdrop.I got out of bed in my pajamas and put my ear to the door to listen.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Minato is really ruthless. It was the first time I watched His Majesty the King being beaten, and the joy in my heart was unbelievable—just like I have never enjoyed the treatment of temporarily fainting due to poor health, and His Majesty the King must not have enjoyed the special treatment of beating people. Face-slapping treatment.

Thinking about it this way is really... unusually refreshing and joyful.

"Okay." This is Minato's voice, "You can explain how you made His Majesty the king faint..."

"Why don't you listen to my explanation first..." His Majesty's voice seemed to be shedding tears of blood.

"What's the difference?" Minato said dismissively, "Anyway, no matter what the situation is, it's the mess you made because of your stupidity, and I'll beat you up after I hear it. Why don't you beat me first, It just happens to relieve the recent psychological pressure."

"..."

... I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a kind of heartfelt sadness.

His Majesty the King finally explained the whole thing in fits and starts.Minato, who came back from the corridor, had a slightly delicate expression on his face.He stared at me sitting on the bed for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand hesitantly: "Pink?"

With tears in my eyes, I held Minato's hand: "It's me."

Then, I saw the cold hairs on Minato's arms, like putting dominoes upside down, gradually standing upside down layer by layer.Minato stared at my face deeply, and took a dozen steps back with a final shake of his hand: "Although I know you are Pink, but...you use this face to make such an expression, and I have a dozen liches around me." It has the same effect as me performing a soul stab."

"...It's not that exaggerated!" I twitched the corners of my mouth, and the three people present told me with facial expressions, yes.

"Where's Kevin?" Minato lifted Kevin out of the corner, and Kevin looked as pitiful as a small animal that had made a mistake.Minato ordered him with a cold face: "Hurry up and replace these two people."

"I, I'm not sure I can change it back." Kevin looked like he was about to cry from fright.

"My holy angel sword has a boost effect on other gods." Minato showed a tough attitude.

"Alright then." Kevin was persuaded by Minato, and he activated the thorn cone again.A burst of white light flashed, the field of vision was still the same, and I was still in the body of His Majesty the King.This discovery made me protest: "It's useless at all!"

"...No, it's still a little bit." Minato, who was holding the holy angel sword in front of me, said so, his temperament changed slightly.Before, he was heroic, holy, noble and inviolable, but now this inhuman temperament has softened, as if a character was cut out of the original religious mural and put into a palace banquet to change his temperament.

I couldn't help but take a few more glances. At this moment, "Pink Francis" next to me suddenly stretched out his hand, blocking my sight: "Don't look, I am Minato Hein."

……

"Clatter..." Minato picked up a handful of water, and the water flowed down from between his fingers.Pink Francis probably has a bit of narcissism, as evidenced by the fact that his bath will have several large French windows.

But when it was Minato's turn to enjoy this kind of treatment, the feeling was a bit subtle.No matter from which angle he looks at it, he can see the "naked Pink" staring at him, water drops hang on his jet-black hair, and every self-stroking will produce a kind of masturbation and peace. The double shame and secret pleasure of a loved one*.

Minato stood up from the bathtub with a bang, wrapped himself in pajamas without even washing his body——no, he would become psychotic if he continued like this.At first, I was happy not to have anything that shouldn't happen with His Majesty's body, but I didn't expect that the real challenge was waiting here.

However, Minato looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass mirror thoughtfully again, and thought for a moment, the two-meter-long bat wings spread directly behind him, and two pointed horns appeared on his forehead.Minato raised his eyebrows slightly. To be honest, this is a rare opportunity in a century.

...as long as his acting skills pass the test.

……

Zeran Dia has always thought of himself as a kind and contented boy, although if he said such things in public, he would get unanimous praise and approval from everyone.Then, everyone scolded him from the bottom of their hearts, this hypocritical guy.

Zelan never felt that he was hypocritical, just like all big villains feel that they are forgiven, and it is the world that is wrong.He just had a bad birth, but he didn't think about dying. When he inserted the point of the candlestick into his father's chest, the turning point of his life came suddenly.

Before that, Zeelan had never imagined that he could also become a king.He knew that he was withdrawn and unlovable, and that he was not loved by his father. That cousin Francis was the one his father expected, because his blood flowed in half of his father's beloved.

Zelan wasn't jealous of the other party at all, he didn't think about the possibility of becoming a king, so he lived peacefully.He imagined that he would probably become a prince, and then Francis would give him a territory, and he would have a manor.Every day the sun would shine on his desk, he would eat a small dessert, and then pass the afternoon with a flirtatious romantic book.

...and definitely not now, intriguing with the ministers, intriguing with the Temple of Light, and living in harmony on the surface, but actually living life like stepping on a tightrope.

And entering Minato's body made him enjoy an extraordinary sense of tranquility.

Although Zelan has been secretly ironic, the Temple of Light is a group of hypocritical guys who put on a sacred cloak.But it cannot be denied that the environment inside the Temple of Light really makes people feel a sense of home for the soul.Minato is actually a thug in essence, and has nothing to do with those intrigues, which means that Zeelan can finally enjoy the joy he saw in his childhood dreams.

"Your Highness Minato, His Majesty the King has handed over a batch of documents to you, saying that you need to annotate and process them as soon as possible." The adjutant rushed in and brought a small mountain of documents.

huh?

Zelan blinked, blinked again, rolled his eyes, and came up with a mean and cunning plan: "Please pass all these documents to Francis..."

"Pound!" The adjutant smashed a mountain of documents on Zelan's head, "When have you ever seen Earl Francis do something reliable? His Majesty the King has been in poor health recently, let us help him take more of it..."

Zelan held the quill pen and wanted to cry, but there must be something wrong!

I have obviously changed my body, so why do things like work follow me like a shadow?

……

Minato stood at the door of a store with a painful and tangled face.

Of course he is entitled to struggle.In the store in front of him, 90.00% of the people would not have the courage to go in openly, because this store is the largest sex toy store in the entire city of Sarn.

For the hero who symbolizes light and holiness, let alone entering, Minato should not know about it.When someone mentioned it in a dirty joke, Minato's correct response should be to frown slightly, show a puzzled expression, ask what it is, and then the insider winks and laughs.

But, but Minato will not tell you that he has been curious about this store for a long time.

but……

To enter, or not to enter?

Minato had a painful battle of thoughts, and finally he managed to convince himself: "Anyway, Pink is a bastard. It's not strange for him to do anything. He usually does things stupidly... That's right, no one would think of it. To the brave!"

Self-comfort gave Minato courage. He was in a hurry, and visiting sex toy stores was just one of the many things he was curious about but could not do in order to maintain the image of a brave man.

With a little force from Minato, the door to the new world gently opened in front of him.

... All in all, it's hard for a bad guy to be good.But it is a very, very simple thing to degrade a person who usually follows the rules.For the direct beneficiary of this matter, the biggest villain in the world, a certain demon king, he expressed mixed feelings about it.