Chapter 44 Chapter 44 The Demon King Has That Serious Disease
The rooms in the Demon King's Palace are luxuriously decorated.
In the distance is a small patch of dwarf flowering trees, with exotic flowers blooming all year round. The colors of the half-closed stained glass windows paint the slanted halo into a strange and gorgeous color.
The light and shadow fell on the pink flowers and fruits.
The wings behind An Feng were still glowing. He was holding the fruit, but he was slightly stunned and his movements slowed down.
The blue eyes drooped even more.
Heaven had taught him that it was the eternal home of angels, and teachers had also told him with a smile that under the light there were only good virtues and no betrayal.
But the abandoned, homeless angel?
Maybe that's the case.
The things I had deliberately avoided thinking about, and the already shaky beliefs, came back to my mind again.
Frog looked at the dazed profile of the little angel cub and frowned slightly.
But before he could speak, he felt a little confused.
Just an angel.
Besides, this is not a harsh statement, it's just the fact.
Could it be possible that——
"Your angel companions must hate you! Your wings are all featherless, your strength is gone, and they're throwing you into the demon world. They really don't take you seriously. But what's so good about being an angel? You don't have everything you want, and you have to use virtues to restrain yourself. If you don't meet their expectations, you'll be abandoned. But you're pretty strong, huh? Those little broken wings look really hurt."
Frog: ...
Is this guy done yet?
Without waiting for Frog to interrupt.
An Feng couldn't help but twitch his nose, and his voice was slightly trembling, but it was not noticeable unless you listened carefully.
"Not the little broken wings—"
"ah?"
The greedy monarch was happy.
If he is not happy, no one else can be happy either.
He should be made unhappy. He is a big devil. This little angel——
However--
The little cub, barely reaching their knees, raised its head while holding the fruit.
The big blue eyes were filled with mist.
"It's not a little broken wing. It used to be very beautiful."
A beautiful and delicate baby face with messy and dazzling platinum hair.
The eyes that originally contained stubbornness, vigilance and strength were now filled with sadness.
In short - just a few words can break the little baby's defense.
The originally strong little angel now held the fruit with his eyes wide open stubbornly, crying in pain.
Isn't this bullying a child?
Gran: ...
Frog: ...
Gran's heart trembled violently, that strange sense of morality surging up. He was crazy, but it wasn't like he couldn't feel normal emotions. But he still said stubbornly, "Haha, even if you say that... I haven't seen its beautiful appearance before. I'm just teasing you. Anyway, you've been thrown away and you definitely can't go back to heaven. Since you're here, you might as well make the best of it. It wouldn't be bad to grow some little black wings in the future..."
Frog sensed the crisis: "...Wait a minute, can you shut up?"
What's the difference between this and directly telling a baby that your parents don't want your thing?
He looks only a few years old!
You can't beat them even with thousands of them.
Gran touched the tip of his nose: "I'm just trying to make amends..."
It's a pity that these guys who are defined as "world villains" are always best at stirring up trouble and poking at other people's pain points, and are obviously not very good at making amends.
From a sudden change where he was thrown into the God-forsaken land and nearly died, to suddenly arriving in a new world and meeting three top demons.
No matter how strong An Feng was or how hard he tried to hide it, the uneasiness in his heart continued to grow.
Especially those things and people that he had been trying not to think about were brought up again.
The once gentle archangel, the teacher who taught him, and the little angels who studied together.
The destruction of the place he once thought was home...
He was indeed homeless.
"Wuwuwu——" The little angel finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He raised his head and sobbed loudly, as if he wanted to release all his anxiety.
He held the fruit in his hands. He was actually still hungry, and his strength was impaired, so two or three bites would not be enough. But once he thought about it, he couldn't stop.
The two monarchs opened their eyes slightly in shock at the same time.
How many steps does it take to go from a strong angel baby to a crying angel baby?
A: All it takes is a few words from a greedy monarch who deserves a beating.
"Wait, wait a minute—don't cry."
The childish crying that seemed to be trying with all one's strength really scared Glenn.
His always smiling expression changed.
He was a jerk—but damn, wasn't the little guy tough? He really didn't want to make him cry!
Doesn't this make it seem like this thousand-year-old devil really likes to bully children?
——How tasteless and classless!
Frog was also frightened by An Feng's sudden change of expression. He tried to reach out his hand, but his hand stayed in mid-air and hesitated, looking at a loss.
Wasn't she so stubborn before, willing to be killed or torn to pieces? Why did she suddenly cry so much?
People who cry are upset.
Frog looked up and stared at Gran with murderous eyes - If you can't solve it, then I will try to kill you and see if that can coax you.
Glenn: ???
It doesn’t say teasing a child, making the child cry can be life-threatening!!
Besides, Frog, are you sick?
What does it have to do with you if this angel cries?
But anyway, the little angel was hungry, and the fact that Frog came to steal his collection was strange enough.
"I'm wrong. Can I say I'm wrong?"
What a shame.
This was the first time the great devil admitted his mistake, and it happened at this time.
And facing such an angel cub.
Heaven is truly abominable.
If the one who dropped it was one of those hypocritical bastards, there was no way that bastard would survive the night in their hands, and his collection was still missing a pair of angel wings.
And now——
Gran looked at the wings with some feathers growing behind the little angel. What a collection! The one growing on someone else's body is the most beautiful work of art.
So let's stop crying, okay?
Why do you, an angel, cry when you are teased?
"No—wuwu, no, you're not wrong—"
Xiao Anfeng sobbed and cried, but still agreed with what he said.
"I am, I am the abandoned, thrown away, the homeless angel they no longer want. Woohoo... Denied by the stars, questioned by the light, the bow of judgment has been broken, denying my past justice..."
Gran: ...
Good news: There is an angel who also always talks about the brightness and justice of the stars and agrees with him.
Bad news: He didn't want these words to be accepted at this moment. Isn't this an acceptance? You are killing me!
Seeing that Frog was trying to pull out his Bow of Destruction from the space, Gran was overwhelmed.
"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong—"
He was just wrong, okay?!
Why is it so hard to even admit that I’m wrong these days?!
An Feng was so sad and uneasy.
The little angel sobbed and choked herself, coughing weakly a few times, tears still falling.
"All right."
Frog chose between killing the little angel and killing Gran.
Whether it was the pride of the great devil or the crown of arrogance, he disdained to take action against a poor underage angel.
"If he dies, we'll just let the things he said fade away."
Gran: ...You're so good! You're not going to disappear into thin air!
The black shining stone longbow was taken out from Frog's space.
The black-haired demon's military uniform was fluttering, and his cloak fluttered in the wind behind him. His dark red eyes were bloodshot and stained with a murderous light. He stretched out his hand and grasped the bow. Then, a red flame ignited from the handle of the bow, and instantly covered the entire bow.
The tall demon looks more ferocious and oppressive.
"…Are you serious?"
Gran subconsciously stood up and retreated. With a turn of his fingertips, a fan made of white bones appeared. The small skull in the middle instantly ignited with flames produced by the contact of magic power. The moment Gran held it, the entire white bone fan turned an ominous red.
Not far away, after noticing the two monarchs gathering, the color monarch who had been observing secretly... The monarch looked at the sobbing little angel again, and finally looked away, and the fight began.
But it didn't matter, she was looking forward to them fighting, and it would be better for their three-way relationship if the two of them were not on good terms.
She was ready to leave.
The crying also gave her a headache.
The little angel who had lost his home, his family and friends, his beautiful little wings, and the Bow of Judgment that had accompanied him since his birth, still looked at the longbow in Frog's hand with tears in his eyes. There was still sadness in his eyes, but his crying had slowed down.
An Feng didn't meet many angels using bows.
The Bow of Judgment is the standard equipment of the War Angel, representing justice and judgment.
At this moment, the flames spread and condensed into a sharp arrow the moment Frog drew the bowstring.
Powerful and calm.
Gran's smile was a little twisted, and he was ready to face the attack from Frog, who was also not normal.
Although he uses a bow, Frog has no weakness in close combat and cannot be approached.
Instead, avoiding and leaving the battlefield is the top priority.
"I think you're sick."
Gran spoke seriously.
"You always say that every monarch besides yourself is ill. Have you ever considered why you wear the crown of arrogance? We're both monarchs?"
You are seriously ill!
An Feng was sad that he had only released half of his energy. He was attracted by the bow and arrow, but also a little confused.
Why did the fight start suddenly?
Aren't they in the same group?
"I won't bully children."
Frog sneered and didn't think there was anything wrong with his brain.
"...That's not the problem, is it?! Can you think of another way to comfort him?! Or distract him or something? Look, now that he sees us fighting, he stops crying, doesn't he?"
Frog looked at the little angel.
The little cub sobbed and stared at him blankly—
It seemed like she was attracted by the bow and arrow in his hand?
Frog thought about the Bow of Judgment that the little guy had mentioned before.
He frowned.
I think of the idea of diverting attention again.
The crimson rocket disappeared.
The thick sense of oppression in the air dissipated.
Frog pondered for a moment and came to the little angel.
An Feng still had the uneaten fruit in his hand.
It’s not easy to carry it directly.
Frog finally squatted down and, with the unfamiliar movements of holding a child, picked up the little angel with one hand, who hesitated and took a step back.
He was still holding a bow and arrow in his other hand, and the magic circle under his feet lit up instantly, and the devil and the angel disappeared again.
Gran exhaled slightly, and the red bone fan dissipated.
"Damn it, you're crazy."
at the same time.
A small valley outside the royal city.
The three-headed tiger Nora ran out in one breath and scratched the hole comfortably.
Look after the children?
What are you looking at, kid?
It has to wait for its owner to get rid of the little angel.
It won’t go back to the royal city recently!
Very proud.
Then, the magic circle lit up.
Before Nora could issue a warning, she met the arrogant monarch's crimson vertical pupils. He held the terrifying Bow of Destruction in one hand and the little angel cub in the other.
Nora:?
Frog squatted down, put the little angel down, and pushed him towards Nora.
Divert attention, right?
"Look, kitty."
Nora: ????
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