The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Ring, a game shared by humans and demons.

Ansair once saw that every festival, various interesting activities would be organized in the square in the center of Suberbian City, and small stalls would naturally be indispensable.However, demons tend to play at a more advanced level, such as flying fire meteorites, ferocious roaring short-nosed lizards, unlucky clay pots that trigger random bad luck effects... Only when the prizes are at this level can they be considered handy.

Ansair was a little bit nostalgic, but he still shook his head when faced with the invitation from Brother Hustle.

"Walking, no money."

listen!This is the language art of His Majesty the Demon King!Even though I don’t have any human currency in my pocket, I can’t admit it, if I say I don’t have it; even if I use it as an excuse, I can’t just pull it out for no reason, if I say I get up early and go for a walk.

It is impeccable and not ashamed!

When he said that, his expression was flat, but there was no room for it.The ring brother was immediately discouraged, and the colored plastic rings in his hand hung down, and he let out a long sigh.

"Oh, I know that's the case. Today is another day of no business."

Seeing that he wanted to start a conversation, Ansair continued to talk kindly.His attitude is very peaceful, treating humans no differently from demons.

"It's morning, the day has just started, how can you just say that there is no business?"

Probably because he really held it in for too long, the younger brother began to pour bitterness on Ansair.

"I don't know. It wasn't long before I set up a ferrule stall, but I found that this business is very difficult to do. Obviously, the goods I bought are quite useful. Look at these toys, small plants, and big plush. Set one How nice to go back! But no one came!"

Ansair silently looked at the things on the booth, which were neatly arranged. The front row was small human plants, the middle row were toys of varying quality, and the back row were colorful bowls and jars. It is very high and far away, and there is a big plush toy to hold when it is in the sleeve.

Ansair suddenly tilted his head, looking at some roll books with fancy covers and soft textures in the middle row.

"What are those?"

"These?" The ring boy blinked, and then smiled proudly, "Those are the special prizes on my booth. I don't think there are parents who bring their children to play? I prepared some test papers and exercise books. Take it away, go home and study!"

Ansair: "..."

You are so bad!Why don't you go out of business?I also know that cubs basically hate studying!

Ansair couldn't explain it to the stall owner, but he had already seen where the problem was.He himself is not very good at business operations, but after all, he has stayed with Bu Lulu, the Minister of Finance who knows how to get rich, for so many years, and he has learned more or less under the influence of his ears and eyes.

[Your Majesty, the location of the goods is particular! 】

"I think it would be better to adjust the front and rear positions of the prizes?" Ansair said tactfully, seeing the ring stall owner's eyes lit up, knowing that the other party is still willing to listen to suggestions, it is not hopeless save.

"For example, the jars with different colored patterns at the back can be placed in the front, where they can be easily placed. The cost of those jars should not be high, at least lower than that of plants."

The ring stall owner scratched his head.

"However, apart from being gaudy, these pots are a bit awkward in size and have holes in them. They can't be used as flower pots or water bowls. They're useless."

Ansair was expressionless.

"The set prizes don't have to be useful, as long as they can be set."

His subordinates have set up thousands of fire meteorites. Apart from their fancy appearance, they are so useless that they will feel painful when thrown on the ground.But every year, a group of demons would swarm to trap, and then come back with a sack, which is very fascinating.

The owner suddenly looked stunned, as if he had realized something, and began to adjust the placement of the prizes.Behind the small colored pots are small plants, behind the small plants are larger pots and some beautiful toys, and then there are plush.At the beginning, the young stall owner didn't know what Ansair wanted to put these empty cans for, and he was still thinking about his prize paper.

"Where do you put the paper?" he asked.

Why are you so persistent!

Ansair closed his eyes in pain.

"The toys that don't look good are all written on paper notes, and the few with the highest price are also written on paper notes, and one is thrown into each big jar...the rolls are also written on paper notes and put in."

Ring plus card draw!Once you get on top, you can't stop!

The stall owner was busy getting ready, and then he hissed.

"But little brother, didn't you say that papers are not good as prizes? Also put them in the jar for blind drawing? What if a child draws them out?"

Ansair murmured, "That is the child's life."

The stall owner also murmured: "... makes sense."

The stall owner has adjusted everything, and even wrote a sign for drawing cards in the set, but it is still early, and the traffic is not large, so I don't know if it will have any effect.But the stall owner was quite optimistic. Since there was no one there, and the pretty white-haired boy gave him so many suggestions, he immediately waved his hand.

"Brother, let me ask you to set it up! Play with some rings, and if you win the set, take it away!"

Ans Elton declined.

"No... this will not..."

He saw that the stall owner was good, and really didn't want the other party to cry.

"Don't! Play! Play now!"

Ansair really couldn't refuse the enthusiasm of this human being, so he planned to make a few circles.As a result, when he looked up, he saw the stall owner rolling circles down his arms. There were dozens of them, and Ansair quickly pressed them back for him.

useless!Will go bankrupt!

He just took ten laps, his eyes drooping, looking at the cheapest little pot in the front row.

All right, let him play with some little trash.

With a movement of his hand, the plastic ring firmly covered the small color pot, and the stall owner immediately applauded for his face.

"Brother, keep your hands steady! Continue!"

But the stall owner doesn't know, as long as he is willing to observe carefully, he will find that the plastic ring does not simply cover the jar, but firmly and in an outer circle, perfectly parallel to the jar body. double ring.

If he couldn't even achieve this level of precision, Ansair thought, he might as well not touch bows and arrows.

He set up the second jar in the same way, and when he was about to set up the third jar, the stall owner yelled dissatisfiedly.

"Brother, you are not giving me face!" The stall owner was still very unhappy, "Why do you just wear the front of the cover? The back of the cover! The prize is a big bear that is as tall as someone! Otherwise, I will give you another [-] lock up!"

Ansair: "..."

Don't force me!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw people gradually surrounding him, and immediately changed his mind.I saw him standing up straight, turning the loop in his hand leisurely, looking at the cans placed high and far in the back row, each representing a plush doll the size of a person.

He started.

Firstblood! (first drop of blood)

The stall owner was surprised from ear to ear, and the ferret stall owner would usually do it by himself. The white-haired brother's steady, precise and ruthless throw was almost a different image from the weak image of the small pot just now!

Before he could react, he ushered in the second critical strike!

Double kill! (Double kill) [Note]

The crowd of onlookers began to gather more and more, and the later ones could only stretch their necks to look inside, their eyes fixed on the colorful plastic circle in Ansair's hand, and whispering to each other.The stunned expression of the stall owner who has not reacted makes people laugh, they like this kind of plot where the stall owner loses everything!

Once or twice can be said to be a fluke, but the third and fourth times are hard power!The stall owner's eyes followed the hoop thrown by Ansair. At that moment, he almost felt that the white-haired boy in front of him could be called a human circle, and he had a sense of fateful harmony with the hoop!

Circle... circle god? !

Then came the fifth... the sixth...

The surrounding area was crowded with people, and there was a lot of noise.There were eight circles left in Ansair's hand, and the first seven of the eight circles were all caught in the jar at the back that symbolized the big plush.The onlookers counted to him in a low voice, and some people were already impatient, thinking that they could do it and went to buy rings!

Brain: I can do it!I can!

Hand: Shut up!

The stall owner thought that the white-haired guy's last lap would be able to securely fit the big plush, but the lap fell halfway through, and the crowd suddenly made a sound of regret, but the stall owner yelled.

No set!

The draw card below the suit... Ah no, it's a lucky draw jar!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ansel Shiran pulled out a note from the jar. He shook the note, raised his voice slightly, and read out the name of the prize on the note.

"A set of Ba x Luxury Crystal Castle."

"Wow--"

This prize is good!

The crowd became restless and began to buy circles. It would be nice to pick a crystal castle if you don’t want to get a big plush!

By this time, the stall owner had already understood everything, and stood in the turbulent buying crowd with tears in his eyes.Although I don't know why he was able to win the crystal castle in a single draw, but the white-haired brother is so kind, he offered to be his entrustment. Looking at his posture, he must have a hot business today!

Ansair just looked at the jubilant human cubs in the crowd with pity.

Cubs, when you draw out the test paper...

You must laugh like this too.

***

Because of the need to collect money, pick up rings, and draw cards, the stall owner was too busy at all, so it was Ansair who helped.Of course, the devil does not do charity. Ansair is leaning on a hook with a long pole-this tool can make it easier to pick up rings-he thinks this way while picking up rings, participating in this kind of stall business has a purpose .

During the human conversation, he was quickly acquiring some common sense, understanding human language and writing, and the money in different denominations and the more advanced scanning payment all made the devil raise his eyebrows slightly.

The advancement of the human world is reflected in all aspects. Humans talk more about TV networks than paper media; long-distance travel is done by various means of transportation, and public transportation is also very developed; there is no king, but a chief executive who can talk about it. political topic.

But other than that, Ansair didn't hear any knowledge about magic and martial arts, which meant that things related to magic in the human world should be sunk in the dark side.

He pondered for a while, and felt that it was still necessary to stay on this street for a few more days in order to further confirm.

After being busy for almost the whole morning, the crowd gradually dispersed.The stall owner wiped his profuse sweat, and rushed over to thank Ansair immediately. He was a little clumsy, "you, me, me" for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence.

"I remember! I owe you seven big bears!"

Ansair: "..."

It was agreed that it would only be a trust, he didn't want so much, if he was willing to give it, one would be enough, and he took it back to show off to Seros.

The stall owner still felt that it wasn't enough, so he put up a rest sign and insisted on inviting Ansair to eat.

"There is a convenience store around this corner, with tables, we can order something, and the store can also be heated!"

He spoke earnestly, and Ansair happened to be curious about human convenience stores, so he agreed.He turned the corner with the stall owner, and saw a more orderly row of shops in front of him. The overall decoration of a shop facing them was astonishingly green, like a cauliflower fluttering in the wind.

Ans Aire's Wonderful Metaphor√

And what shocked Ansair's pupils the most was undoubtedly the name of this convenience store.

【Angel Convenience Store】

It is also accompanied by small wings and a halo with angelic characteristics.

Ansair: "..."

To him, the human world is really scary everywhere!

At this moment, Ansair felt the magic mirror shake slightly.Now that there is no signal with the Demon Realm, the only one who can send him a message is Seros. Ansair took advantage of the stall owner to walk into the convenience store first, took out the magic mirror and opened it.

——The black mist changes the vision of the beast head, the demon king descends on the void, the dark blue vertical pupils stare at everything, and below, a group of human beings are worshiping him.

Ansair tilted his head and watched the scene again.

Tsk, it's pretty cool.Not to mention, I just exchanged contacts with the magic mirror in the morning, and sent him a photo at noon...

I can't help it, Seros is also quite annoying.

Ansair snorted softly in his heart, so he could barely reply.

He picked out the most beautiful golden plastic ring, grabbed it with one hand, and took a picture of Selros, intending to tell Selros that he was lapping today.

Click to send.

Then, he walked into the convenience store with the stall owner, completely unaware of the impact this photo had on His Majesty the Demon King at the other end.

Theros on the other end: "..."

Ansair, could this be...

Are you going to take the initiative to have a showdown with him? ! !

The author has something to say:

[Note] "League of Legends" kill voice broadcast.

Evaluation of Demon King Seros——

Usually: Cruel.

2422: pestering people.

364: pestering people.

Broad and profound language!