Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Your Majesty, you forgot to give the little angel pocket money...
What do they believe in?
Is this the only hope left after being forced to do things against one's will?
In this kingdom, being without faith is absurd and unforgivable. If one's faith is not devout enough, he or she will be labeled a pagan by the king's guards, but no one questions it.
Until the scorching sun in the sky, no one could answer this question.
The shouting that seemed to have found an outlet stopped.
Finally, some people dispersed quietly.
Knorr only felt that the dragon wings were scorching hot, and the scene before him was absurd and strange, and there was a subtle ominous sign.
The area where the Holy Light Dragon lives is located at the other end of the Warcraft Forest.
It is a territory that can be occupied by the most top-level magical creatures.
Although it still belongs to the human world, it is basically separated from the human world.
Therefore, Knorr's memory of the snowstorm more than ten years ago is not that vivid.
He only remembered that it was not long after his younger brother, who always hid quietly in the corner and was dark, left.
The elders in the family never mentioned the little black dragon born in the Holy Light Dragon's house again. He went from being rejected by his elders to being rejected by his brothers and sisters without external influences. He even began to miss the quiet little guy who would occasionally act like a spoiled child.
——If only he wasn't so cold, harsh and rejecting. If only he had stood up for himself when other little dragons bullied him, even if it happened once or twice. Then the atmosphere might have been better the next time they met.
At that time, little Knorr, who was lying on the window and watching the snowflakes falling outside, had thought so, but later, in the competition for the quota with his younger brothers and sisters, he gradually forgot everything.
He always thought of himself as an older brother, taking care of all his younger brothers and sisters, but he was not really a real older brother.
Knorr understood.
Whether it's affected or not.
Xiaolong has never been truly treated well.
So this is probably retribution.
From being a brave man admired by everyone to falling down directly.
He fell down in a mess, and then he came to his senses and started to recall the past. In the end, he was abandoned by heaven like a little black dragon, but he cowardly chose to stay in heaven because he didn't know where he should go.
But the air that was getting thicker and seemed to be boiling made its heart beat faster and faster.
The year of disaster - it seemed to be much more difficult than he had imagined.
Its body becomes smaller.
Start here and search nearby for a gifted person who can understand Dragon Language.
Finally, in the only house that was still passable, I met an old man with a white beard.
"dragon?"
The man sat in a rocking chair, looking very old and waving his hands repeatedly.
"No, no, I haven't seen any other dragons."
"Especially the Black Dragon. In this era when we are so repulsive to the forces of darkness, if a Black Dragon appeared, I would definitely be impressed. Our small country doesn't have any dragon masters stationed there, not even more than ten years ago. Did you find the wrong place?"
"Moreover, during the snowstorm over a decade ago, two-thirds of the villagers died. The entire Monster Forest was covered in snow, and it took three years just for the snow to melt. Perhaps that Lord Dragon has changed his route, or perhaps—is that a young dragon? The Monster Forest was the hardest hit area at the time, and I heard that a large number of monsters died..."
The old man hesitated and did not express his subsequent cruel speculation.
The platinum-colored Holy Light Dragon, which had just reached adulthood, was stunned.
"Perhaps—you could ask around a bit, perhaps?"
That's a baby dragon.
——'He won't have much of a future in the Dragon Clan, right? He'll be bullied by his brothers and sisters, so it's best for him to leave here.'
——'That's right. A dragon of this age should be independent. Let's get rid of him first. Didn't he also say he wanted to leave home and learn more magic? He's just a little dragon who doesn't need too much attention.'
——That’s just a baby dragon…
"Are there any others around...?"
Knorr's dragon language voice was a little hoarse and he seemed a little overwhelmed.
The old man paused only for a moment.
"No, the village closest to the Monster Forest was buried in snow, and everyone is gone—but it's not completely hopeless, is it? You can look somewhere else."
The old man sent the distraught Knor away.
Before leaving, Knorr seemed to see a corner of something the old man had hidden before he entered the door -
There were the edges of a complicated magic circle and various items, but it didn't look like a prayer to heaven.
Instead, it seemed like another kind of ritual, strangely familiar yet strange.
What other ceremony could there be?
Knorr didn't know.
It is in a mess now and has no mood to care about it.
It was as if the thing he had been expecting had never existed from the beginning...
The place he imagined he could go to—didn't exist either...
*
Demonic world.
An Feng was holding the pitiful little octopus lying in his arms, leading this group of little demons through the Demon King's Palace.
He was holding a flower in his hand, and the little wings behind him swayed gently as he walked.
A group of little demons opened their eyes wide, but their attention was not on the buildings around the Demon King's Palace. They stared at An Feng's little wings without blinking.
"White wings! Lots of feathers, looks so soft!"
"I really want to touch it—"
Until An Feng stopped.
There was a pink silhouette not far away, but that was not what he cared about.
——'Please... respond... please...'
The little angel turned his head in confusion.
He looked at the little demons walking beside him who suddenly braked and collided with each other.
"Did you hear anything?"
"sound?"
"No."
"What's that sound?"
An Feng tilted his head again and listened carefully.
The noise-like sound disappeared again.
It's like an illusion.
An Feng finally shook his head with some doubt.
"Nothing, I probably heard it wrong. The one in front is the Lustful Monarch."
The group of naughty little devils finally looked ahead in a trance, and when they found that Kuilin turned her head to look at them, they retreated in panic.
Kuilin had already walked up to them.
Although the crown is clearly for lust, she always exudes a cold and abstinent aura, like the smell of ice and snow.
She lowered her head, looked at the little angel with her red eyes, and then looked at the flowers in the little angel's hand.
Her expression was subtle for a moment.
"Where are you going?"
Kuilin was too tall, so she simply squatted down to look at the little angel at eye level.
"After visiting the palace, I plan to go for a walk around the city."
An Feng answered fluently under the 'admiring' gazes of a group of little demons.
Actually, it is.
When the bald little white bird fell down, it had already gotten over the fear it needed.
I have met these two people more than once or twice.
The little angel is already very Buddhist. Even if his hair gets ruffled, only the hair at the base of his wings will get ruffled. As long as others don’t look closely, no one can see it!
Thinking like this.
An Feng subconsciously asked politely.
"Want to come together?"
Kuilin originally wanted to figure out what that subtle emotion was.
He said briskly, "Okay."
Then he saw the calm and composed little angel open his blue eyes wide, revealing his soft inner character beneath his calm appearance.
An Feng:!
He didn't need to ask this question.
There are so many children, are you really going to do it?
Is this what the devil is like?
The little angel who had been living in polite response was shocked.
The wings behind the little guy folded and spread out a little nervously.
The devil's evil spirit came into play and he smiled slightly.
Lust is known for confusing the enemy... Even a slight smile from the monarch is enough to make people lose their focus.
She even pretended not to see the little angel and responded politely.
"Let's go?"
As Kuilin spoke, she glanced behind the little angel.
Mo Lu, hiding in the dark, swallowed his saliva.
——He didn’t follow because of any worries, but mainly to observe these little demons. After all, this was a task assigned by His Majesty!
——And this is a little angel after all. Even if he is already His Majesty's cub, this matter is unshakable. He still has to watch this angel and not let him do anything that is detrimental to the Scarlet Hell.
——And most importantly…
Mo Lu stood ready, holding his notebook and the disposable long-distance communication magic stone, and began to think - should he tell His Majesty?!
Your Majesty, what's the point of you only paying attention to His Majesty Gran? It seems like your cub is about to be snatched away!!!
Finally, a group of little demons and a little angel walked out of the devil's palace in a daze.
The moment the door opened, An Feng looked at the surrounding scene.
The architectural style here is completely different from that of heaven.
The flag of the Crimson Hell flew high in the sky, the magic circle lit up from time to time, and flying monsters passed through the sky.
The sounds of shouting, hawking, boasting, and cursing against the jealous monarch all reached his ears.
Lively and real.
And the moment An Feng appeared, curious, inquiring, or malicious eyes all fell on him.
But no one moved.
——Oh, this is the angel?
——It’s not that great, just a pretty short platinum hair, a cute little halo, oh, and a pair of little wings, that’s all.
——Your Majesty must have your own intentions, and we must resolutely carry out your instructions!
Until I walked around for most of the day.
They walked to a stall.
Because after looking around, among all the items in the demon world, only this specially roasted fruit can be eaten by the little angel.
With a certain big devil following them, the little devils didn't dare to make any noise and behaved themselves well.
At the same time, I was madly agreeing with the adults in my heart - look, this little angel is so difficult to raise! He can't use this and can't eat that!
Until a group of little devils picked out what they wanted somewhere else and came here to recommend some to An Feng, and the stall owner looked at this little guy - it was so small, even smaller than it looked from a distance, as if it could be held in one hand.
Humph, a little angel like this still wants his special fruit? He's only giving a discount for His Majesty's sake... He thought for a moment and then named the price.
"One magic coin."
An Feng blinked his eyes, looked down at the pink octopus in his arms, and seemed to think about whether he could use it to pay off the debt.
Siouxsie: ???
Sukes couldn't understand this look, but he was deeply shocked. He struggled to get into An Feng's arms and cling to her - how could he use a cute, obedient, clingy and well-behaved little octopus to make up for it? He was very useful. If you insist - then, then I'll cry for you to see!
An Feng smiled with the corners of his lips curved.
Obviously teasing him.
Dad said that it should be possible to exchange it for the magic flower.
The little angel was thinking about it and was about to search for it.
Mo Lu, who had been terrified and fell at the end, finally realized it.
Because there is no place in the Demon King's Palace that requires magic coins.
So no one remembers this at all.
Ahh ... Your Majesty, did you forget to give the little
Mo Lu's face turned pale and without hesitation, he crushed the magic stone with a long-distance call.
at the same time.
On the battlefield, the wind and waves surged, and angry clouds intertwined.
The Crimson Hell team faced off against the Jealous Monarch's first main team.
The gloomy sky seemed to exude an ominous air.
The longbow was fully drawn, and the crimson hellfire burned fiercely, jumping at Frog's fingertips. The magic circle behind him was bright and terrifying. The moment the arrow was shot, it seemed to illuminate the entire sky. One arrow instantly turned into a rain of arrows, rushing into the enemy's position.
The other side hadn't realized yet that they were facing the Demon King head-on.
There were terrible roars and desperate and overconfident counterattacks.
Frog was casual and didn't take their resistance seriously.
He just stared coldly at the distant sky. He had been preparing for too long, but fortunately it was not too late.
This scene was reflected in the eyes of the legion commander behind him.
Each of their eyes was extremely hot.
Until magical fluctuations came around them.
Without waiting for their reaction.
Frog had already lowered his head and raised his hand to receive it casually.
——It must be some important information!
The demons thought so.
Just listen to Mo Lu's nervous voice——
"Your Majesty!! Did you forget to give An Feng pocket money?!"
Do you know how hurtful it is for a cub to not be able to buy the things it wants when it plays with its friends?!
Frog:?
Legion commanders:? ?
Then Frog remembered that Gran had snatched An Feng's only pocket money, and now An Feng should be with his little playmates. Was he left out because he had no pocket money?
The big devil, who had never thought of this, had a frozen expression.
He frowned and listened to Mo Lu muttering a few words. Finally, he ended the call, thought for a moment, and picked up the directional magic stone.
Something is wrong.
The legion commanders all had serious expressions.
Although pocket money may be somewhat important to a cub, it is just pocket money. Is it necessary to send news at this time?
It's just a little bit important, what does it have to do with Your Majesty?
The legion commanders thought about the little angel and pondered.
And Frog has already crushed the magic stone of directional communication.
Gran's voice sounded a little dazed, as if he was a little bit unconvinced.
"...Frog? What are you doing? Is there something you want to discuss right now?"
"How can you be so nice?"
Frog calmly started cursing.
Glenn:?
"Rob the kids' pocket money."
Frog finally remembered what he wanted to say when he first saw Gran. It was his first time being a father, and he didn't think it through, so he firmly pushed the blame away.
"Oh."
After saying this, Frog closed the communication.
Glenn: ???
No, is he sick?
And the legion commanders beside Frog at this moment: ...? !
Steal the cub magic coins? !
Your Majesty the Greedy stole the magic coins from that little angel!!
That's abominable! That little squishy angel cub doesn't even have the magic coins to buy anything!
"How pitiful it is for a cub to have no pocket money!"
"That's too much!"
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