The Demon King smashed his brain

This is an unknown town in the west.

In a year, more than half of the days in the sky are foggy, and now it is shrouded in panic and fear spreading from the empire.

blight.

The disease, which came from nowhere, spread around the capital of the empire, and quickly spread to these remote rural towns.

People were at a loss, even the capital of the empire was in mourning, and they didn't know where to go for help, so they could only hide their faces and cry helplessly at home.

But misery never comes alone. As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly. They were forced to collapse by the epidemic, but they even had to suppress their crying, and even if they got sick, they had to control their painful groans.

Because in that case, before the god of death visits, the demon will be invited first.

This is a rumor, but people believe it so deeply that they can only pray devoutly to the gods day and night.

No one does not want to live, their expectations are extremely strong and full of hope.

A doctor came to town.

Under the current circumstances, almost all the doctors in the empire were transferred to the capital, and the people in the town were overjoyed to see the doctor.

They begged the doctor to heal themselves or their loved ones who were sick in bed, and the doctor agreed.

When the sickly mayor got the news, he opened his eyes and saw the doctor standing at the head of his bed. Facing the horrible beak mask, he felt apprehensive, and froze before his flattering smile appeared.

The candle was flickering, and the shadow of the doctor was reflected on the wall behind him, with a pair of horns clearly connected to his head.

The mayor's cry was choked in his throat, and then completely calmed down.

The doctor began to treat the whole town. He worked tirelessly, running from one family to another. When the door of the last one was closed, it was almost dawn.

When he was about to leave, he heard movement from the backyard. He paused for a moment and ignored it.

After crossing the sideline at dusk, he returned to the capital in an instant. Now that it was night, the place was even more deadly silent, and even the crows were buried in the sewage on the roadside.

The doctor entered the church, which is the largest church in the capital. In the early stage of the epidemic, countless people came here, pinned their hopes on God, and prayed for God's salvation, but in the end, it seemed that only one person.

The young man dressed as a priest stood in front of the ashen statue, clasped his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and only looked back when he heard footsteps.

He was safe and sound in this cruel turmoil, but it was not because of the mercy of the gods, but because of the protection of the devil.

"Honey," the doctor approached, with a brisk tone, "I also went out to save people today."

Save people, liberate the souls of these poor souls from their sickly tormented bodies, free them from their misery.

"Because of what you said to me earlier, I let one go today."

He seemed to be asking for credit, and because he did something he didn't want to do against his heart, he was a little distressed.

"The crime on your body has increased again," the young man looked at him with some compassion, "Are you planning to kill everyone in the world?"

"What kills, I said I was saving people," the doctor said with some dissatisfaction, "but it's not bad to really become the savior."

"Honey, this country has almost collapsed, how long are you going to stay here?"

The young man turned his back and faced the statue again.

And the shoulders of the idol are blank, and there is a rough gap at the neck.

He said, "It's not right for you to do this."

"God said it again?" The doctor didn't take it seriously, "You used to praise me, but I let a person go, why don't you praise me?"

The young man recited the prayer in a low voice, while the doctor stood behind him, very close, and the black shadow on the ground completely enveloped him.

"Obviously there is no one else around, why do you still look so sanctimonious?"

The doctor whispered in the young man's ear, like the "hissing" sound of a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue.

The priest wept silently, and the demon laughed.

"How can you redeem me?" He said, "Your heart is also black, and you can't wash it with more holy water. You can only entangle me in the abyss."

He stroked the young man's side face with his cool fingers.

"Always, keep pestering me."

***

Zhang Huai had a good sleep.

Although he really wanted to go back to the human world right away, it was really late yesterday, so Ian asked him to rest first.

During this period, I was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, as if I was waiting for him, I even helped him make the bed after busy work.

Strictly speaking, it was not a bed. There was no regular bed in Ian's house, but mats and blankets laid on the ground.

The house is only so big, and Ian himself seems to feel guilty for not being able to provide him with a bigger place to live. He is trying to trouble others. He can't let Ian go to the sofa, where people can't sleep at all. .

Fortunately, they didn't really sleep on the bed. In his perception, it was similar to laying a bed on the floor. They didn't really huddle together, so they slept together.

Even after experiencing a series of changes, Zhang Huai was surprised by his excellent sleep quality because he was still in someone else's place in the Demon Realm.

The seat next to him was empty, and Ian should have woken up early.

He just woke up and was still a little dazed. He felt as if he had a dream. The background seemed to be the Middle Ages, but no matter how much the content was, it was already blurred and dispersed like the morning fog.

Now the "dream" is almost equivalent to a scourge in his heart, because he remembers the shameful dream before very clearly. Fortunately, he doesn't feel anything strange under his body now, otherwise he can die in this environment. up.

After Zhang Huai went to wash up, he heard Ian calling himself to eat.

Although it was the Demon Realm, some of the daily procedures were still the same. He heard the noise from the small kitchen and knew that Ian was probably making breakfast.

Finally, when I looked up, I felt that all the blood was rushing to my brain.

Ian was indeed cooking, but he didn't do it himself like a human being, with magic circles of various colors appearing and disappearing in mid-air, he was more like a conductor.

But Zhang Huai can be said to be completely focused on those fancy spells and magic circles. He saw Ian with his back facing him, wearing an apron without a shirt on. White trousers contrasted sharply with his skin tone.

No, it's too dangerous.

Is this possible? !

Zhang Huai felt his heart pounding, tried to press his head and thought for a while, and felt that people naturally wear whatever they want in his own home, so there is a big problem with his reaction.

How could he have a problem? ?Could it be that I was too excited to wake up early in the morning? ?

Zhang Huai couldn't calm down. He planned to pour some cold water on his face to restore himself to normal. Before he could move, Ian turned around, and this time he was hit directly with a frontal crit.

When he realized it, he was already sitting and eating, and it would be strange to leave his seat at this time.

He took a deep breath and tried to shift his focus to the food.

One thing to say, it's pretty good, comparable to Yin Jiuzhao's craftsmanship.

After eating, it might be because his blood sugar went up. He was no longer dizzy, but he still couldn’t look directly at Ian. He could only move his eyes down, almost staring at the floor, but saw the decorations hanging on Ian’s feet. .

It appeared to be an anklet.

It is silver, made of metal, with a small cross hanging on it.

Zhang Huai paused and asked, "Is this an anklet?"

"Huh?" Ian looked down, "Yes."

"What's the matter, doesn't it look good?"

"No, it's not..."

Zhang Huai hesitated to speak, but actually he didn't know what to say.

He hadn't noticed it before, was it covered by the pants, or did Ian hide the anklet when he was disguised as a human?

This is just a decoration of others, he doesn't know why he has to take care of it so much.

However, Ian has an image of a demon, wearing a cross... all right?

Hmm... I have to say, it looks good, and it has an indescribable feeling.

No, Zhang Huai shook his head hard, feeling that he was going to go astray again.

Ian didn't seem to notice what was wrong with him, first he turned around and took something from the drawer, and then approached him.

"We're going to go out later, Ah Huai, you come from a human, you have a strong human aura on you, you will definitely be noticed when you walk on the road."

When you see him, you will recognize his identity, and you can basically imagine the grand scene of "Master Demon King" shouting one after another on the street at that time.

"Put this on, it can cover up your aura and reduce your presence."

Zhang Huai saw that Ian was holding a silver ring in his hand.

Before he could make a sound, Ian took his hand very naturally and put the ring on his left middle finger.

It seems a little weird for a man to put a ring on his finger.

However, Zhang Huai thought that all the tricks were done, and he seemed hypocritical when he said anything else, and according to Ian's words, it seemed to be a prop with special abilities, he couldn't get it cheap and act good.

The ring was put on his finger, the size was just right, it looked ordinary, he always felt a little familiar after looking at it for a long time, and remembered the ring he had thrown at Gu Yingpeng's place a few days ago.

He almost forgot about Gu Yingpeng, and it was no big deal if he forgot, the people around him were already dead.

What does it mean to put a ring on your left middle finger?

Zhang Huai thought about it, and couldn't think of anything except wearing the ring finger of his left hand when he got married, so forget it.

These thoughts are normal, but what is outrageous is that when he looked at the ring, he unexpectedly thought of Ian's ankle ring inexplicably.

It was so outrageous that he once again suspected that his brain might really have been crashed.

"Follow me outside, or," Ian asked, "do you mind if I hold your hand?"

He asked politely like this, Zhang Huai hesitated for a moment, and agreed.

Ian threw away the black cloth that Zhang Huai grabbed at random before, and replaced it with a black cloak, which really covered most of his body, only showing a small half of his face.

He went out with Ian, followed by Ian's side, and his hand was held by the other party, which made him feel at ease.

He carefully looked at the surrounding buildings, but he didn't dare to look at the passers-by, because Ian said that the demons have keen senses and can feel other people's eyes on him.

"Where are we going?"

he asks.

"Go find a demon named Rui," Ian said, "We should be able to get a one-time pass from him."

"However, his whereabouts are erratic. I just heard that he has been haunting here recently, so it may take a little time to find someone."

He said it tactfully, and Zhang Huai realized that it might take more than "a little time" after hearing his statement.

Although he was eager to go back, he could only be patient at the moment, and he couldn't force Ian to create a door.

"Don't worry, I will definitely take you back."

"Just treat it as the two of us dating here, okay? I'm so happy to be able to stay with Ah Huai."

Ian said to Zhang Huai.

"To be honest, I even hope that Rui can hide it better so that we can't find it."

That way, they can "date" for longer.

Ah, that's great, if it can be extended indefinitely, without being disturbed by anyone, it would be great if it will always be a two-person world of two people. This tempting idea is feasible.

Ian thought of the nuns in the monastery when he was a child.

Obviously feeling afraid in his heart, but still forced to draw a smile on his face, pretending to call him by his nickname——

' Rui. '

The author has something to say: It means that the dog directed and acted by himself (.

The opening paragraph and the next chapter are memory killing.