The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

"Great victory on the front line! Great victory on the front line!"

"His Majesty Theros kills the monster queen! His Majesty Ansair severely injures the monster emperor!"

The young devil flapped his wings vigorously and walked through the streets and alleys of Suberbian City. He stopped delivering milk today and sold newspapers instead.Windows on both sides of the street opened one after another, and the martial people of the demon world stopped the obviously excited newspaper seller and bought newspapers without hesitation, and Ha Wen was no exception.

With a cigarette still in his mouth, he couldn't wait to unfold the newspaper, and stared at the news of the great victory, absent-minded for a long time.The ash fell down and almost scalded the newspaper before he hastily took the cigarette from his mouth.

"Honey, have you read today's newspaper? The neighbors are talking about this great victory." A beautiful Balrog woman walked in with a basket of clothes, her horns bright and charming, "I really can't spare a hand here. ... Hurry up and turn on the TV, it is said that there are detailed reports on the front line, and by the way, see if our precious son is on the scene."

Harvin lifted his spirits and immediately turned on the bulky TV.He fiddled with the antenna for a while, getting the TV to pick up the signal better.This TV can receive a full 32 channels. Although there will be some snowflakes, it is still the best TV on the street, and Havin is proud of it.

...These are all products imported from the human world many years ago.

Ha Wen patted the TV hard, and the picture finally became clear. His beautiful wife also put down her clothes and came over to watch it together.

"Dear audience, I am now on the redstone front after the war. I can see that the cleanup and aftermath work is proceeding in an orderly manner. We fought a beautiful victory and demonstrated the prestige of our demon world. His Majesty Theros and Ans His Majesty Al has made great contributions in this battle..."

The Rabbitman reporter introduced the situation on the scene, and then he extended the microphone to the other side.

"Your Majesty Ansair, do you have anything to say about this great victory?"

Ha Wen seemed to hear a burst of cheers erupting from the street outside. It must have been some troublesome person who moved the TV to the street, and Ha Wen couldn't bear to do that.He stared at the TV screen for a long time. On the screen, the white-haired demon king was majestic and beautiful, but when he spoke, he could feel the sharpness of the blade.

Haven felt his wife leaning gently on his shoulder, their horns touching their horns.

"Our Majesty has not changed at all, still majestic, powerful, beautiful, and benevolent." The wife said softly.If she usually praised a person of the opposite sex like this, Ha Wen would have been jealous long ago, but only when His Majesty the Demon King was involved, Ha Wen was not only not jealous, but even wanted to raise his feet to express his approval.

"Yes." He sighed softly, and his thoughts seemed to return to the rainy night more than 300 years ago.He opened the door, and the white hair of the demon outside the door was completely soaked by the rain, but in his folded hands, the phoenix egg that was about to hatch was emitting a dim light.

He recovered and kissed the top of his wife's hair.

"Who would have imagined that we helped such a great man on a rainy night 300 years ago."

The wife also smiled softly, and suddenly, she stared at the screen.

"Look! Our silly son is on camera!"

"Really! His Majesty asked him something!"

***

After being interviewed by war reporters, Ansair was listening to his subordinate non-commissioned officer report on the battle damage.On the surface, he was calm and majestic, but in fact he was very anxious inside, almost as if he was stepping on a hot pot.

There is no other reason.

he!of!horn!

【Automatic repair failed, please contact the manufacturer. 】

Ansair's eyes darkened.

His horn headband finally broke.

Of course, Ansair felt suffocated for no reason. A broken headband would have a series of serious consequences, starting with appearance.The horns of the devil have great individual differences, and the bells and whistles are different. When Ansair customized the horns, he specially designed some special features, that is, those gem fragments.When he is agitated or emotional, the gem fragments will glow faintly, which can be said to be a devil!

Of course the broken horns won't shine again, that's just one of them.

The second is the lack of a real-time energy export device, it is difficult for him to restrain the power that belongs to angels alone.Although the light power in the demon world is thin, Ansair, as a powerful battle angel, will automatically pull the light elements, and can gather considerable elemental power even in the barren atmosphere.The power of these elements will offset the consumption first, and if there is more, it will gather on the top of the head.

Yes, that's right, it will increase the aperture.

Ansair: "..."

He just broke it a few days ago!hateful!

So now Ansair was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but on the surface, he listened to the report of the battle damage dignifiedly but kindly, gave important instructions, and then he planned to run away.He also has a spare horn, which is hidden in his space ring, as long as he finds a place where no one is around and puts it on again, he can buy at least a few more hours.

Ansair calmly estimated the light elements accumulated automatically by his body, and made an accurate inference based on his rich experience.Coincidentally, the report is coming to an end, and the reporter's interview is over, so he can run right away...

Didn't make it!

The Ross side also ended, walking towards Ansair.His dark blue demon vertical pupils were very rarely filled with warmth, and when he looked at Ansair, his expression was almost soft.On the battlefield just now, they achieved very good results, and all of this could not be separated from the perfect cooperation between him and Ansair.

"Ansie..."

"I'm going back."

As a result, Ansair looked hurried and his tone was more urgent than usual.He interrupted Theros's invitation to export, turned around directly, and didn't seem to intend to spend more time with him.Seros was startled, then, he frowned slightly.

When you talked to that non-commissioned officer just now, you were so kind, but you changed your attitude when you saw him?

Is he so unwilling to have a drink with himself?

Great victory on the front line, the emperor was seriously injured, and the crown prince was ready to move. The monsters will definitely fall into civil strife in a short time.The celebration party to boost morale and share the results of the battle is already in preparation, and with the temperament of the devil who likes to enjoy, it will definitely be very lively.Before that, Theros actually wanted to invite Ansair to go to that tavern again, this time they could have some drinks.

But Ansair was not interested in his proposal at all, and instead seemed a little anxious, which made Theros a little unhappy.

Ansair was dying of anxiety!

horn!His head is full of horns now!Get him back and put on the spare horns!

He doesn't want to grow halos in front of people!

As a result, this guy, Theros, stopped him obstinately, and even grabbed his cloak.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Selos frowned, and then he stretched his eyebrows again, "The business just ended, let's have a drink together?"

Ansair: "..."

Normally, he might be quite happy, but in this urgent situation...

Have a drink!let him go!

The situation was critical, Ansair's mind changed, and he knew he couldn't force it.So he stopped walking in a hurry, but lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes were also a little tired.

"I originally... Forget it, just drink it."

He decided to retreat, betting that Theros would pay attention to his face.

Sure enough, Theros keenly noticed the tired look on Ansair's face after the initial success of the invitation.His gaze immediately moved up to see the horns on Ansair's head——

For the first time, the pair of palm-sized horns lost their sparkling brilliance, and became dim in response to the master's fatigue.

Theros: "..."

He subconsciously let go of his hand, and his heart suddenly softened.

Ansair was so tired, yet he was still willing to accept the invitation, he thought...stop!

Theros settled down. The horns often best reflect the physical and mental state of the demon. Ansair was willing to force himself to accept the invitation, but as a mature demon king, he couldn't be so blind.

"Are you really tired? We can make an appointment another day." Theros said softly, "The celebration will only start at night, and I will take care of other things here. You go back and rest."

This was completely expected by Ansair, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, turned around and left.Seeing him leave in a hurry with his white hair fluttering, Seros still felt uneasy, he pondered for a while, and asked his neighbors.

"Are you asking about... the potion for relieving fatigue?" Jinchen was stunned for a moment, "Of course I have some high-quality products here, you can choose them."

The wealth of Luster City is also reflected in potions and various magic props.Seros carefully selected two or three bottles with the best taste from a pile of bottles and jars, and later felt that they were not enough, so he simply took the whole box away.

The close minister who had the whole box of potions confiscated: "..."

He looked at the back of His Majesty leaving in confusion.

In that direction, it seems to be His Majesty Ansair's tent?

***

On the way back to the tent, Ansair was not disturbed again, which can be said to be very lucky.He returned to his tent, first dismissed the guards at the door, and then sent the phoenix Finny to watch over the preparations for the celebration banquet. Finally, he felt that it was not safe, so he pasted layers of magic protection on the door of the tent.

Now he finally felt a little more at ease. However, when he just grabbed the horns on the top of his head and was about to pull them off——

"Ansair."

A familiar indifferent tone sounded outside the tent.

Ansair: "..."

He grabbed the horns on the top of his head, stuck there up and down, and the whole angel was almost depressed.

Help!Did Selos notice something? !

Otherwise, why have you been following him!

The author has something to say:

Theros: I'm in love.

Theros: He has me in his heart.

Ans: ...

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