The Seventh Year the Demon King Captured the Holy Monarch

Hun Yao returned from the Frost Horn Snow Mountain, and it was already the early morning of the next day.

 

He hadn’t sung the sacrificial song while walking through the snow mountain for a long time. The mountain on the extremely cold day could be described as a white hell. By the time Hun Yao finished the ceremony and stepped back into his palace, even the gaps in his dark scales were filled with ice. He was almost frozen and numb.

 

Despite being so embarrassed, when he saw the astonished look on Langmuir’s face who came to greet him, he still got the expected pleasure. 

 

“My king!” Langmuir, who obviously hadn’t seen such a scene, anxiously wanted to support him, “How did it get like this…”

 

Hun Yao, with a hoarse voice, mocked him for being “overly surprised”.

 

The attendants around were busy boiling hot water, warming wine, serving steaming hot meals, and adding double the fire stones to the heater… But Hun Yao was not in a hurry to bathe or eat, instead, he was staring at his human slave, as if waiting for something.

 

Soon, the demon king got what he wanted.

 

“You clearly sang the sacrificial song today.” Langmuir said, “You lied to me saying it wasn’t you who sang.”

 

Hun Yao: “Yes, I lied to you.”

 

The attendants: “…..”

 

Everyone was internally collapsing: No, normally the leader really doesn’t need to sing the hymn!

 

Could it be that the King temporarily took up the interest in singing hymns just to tease this human slave?

 

Langmuir asked again, “Can I learn to sing it too?”

 

Hun Yao: “Of course not, how can humans be worthy of singing the song of the demon’s ancestral worship?”

 

Langmuir pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, no longer speaking. Hun Yao deliberately left him hanging for a while, took the hot wine handed over by the attendant and drank it sip by sip. After finishing drinking, he casually turned around and lightly swept the scale under the corner of the human’s eye with his tail.

 

Langmuir’s eyes suddenly lit up, he subconsciously grabbed Hun Yao’s tail. “My king, I can’t be considered a pure human now, right.”

 

The attendants were suddenly so scared that they didn’t dare to breathe, they used their eyes to frantically signal their colleagues: He! He! This human! He actually touched the King’s—

 

Hun Yao just raised an eyebrow. “Mmm.”

 

Langmuir: “Then you can teach me…”

 

The demon king sighed deeply, only then did he show a look of pity and mockery, touched the human’s cheek, and said—

 

“Langmuir, how come you don’t understand the rules, where is the reason for the king to personally teach a slave to sing?”

 

The attendants: “…..”

 

After Hun Yao finished speaking, he simply withdrew his tail and left. Leaving Langmuir with an indescribable bitter smile, half complaining and half helpless, staring at his back, saying something like “drinking on an empty stomach is not good.”

 

****

 

It should be said that the attendants serving in the palace were the first group of demons to realize that “the King seems a bit different to this human slave.”

 

It’s not uncommon for leaders to keep beautiful slaves, some of them could indeed get a moment of favor, but they were ultimately just playthings. Like Langmuir, living and sleeping with the master, being personally fed medicine when seriously ill, and even the daily meals were personally watched by the master…..it’s unprecedented.

 

Under such “great favor”, there would naturally be jealous ones.

 

Before this human slave became the demon king’s merge partner, there was a fixed merge partner beside Hun Yao, a female attendant who served the demon king closely, named Liu Sha. The unfixed ones came and went, when the mood striked, they enjoyed a night of dewy love.

 

Langmuir showed great resistance to this. Every time Hun Yao brought someone into the sleeping hall, he would hide as far as the lock allowed, trying to escape those intense noises.

 

But since the demon king pried open a clamshell once, whether it was fixed or unfixed partners, they strangely stopped being summoned into the palace.

 

Liu Sha was undoubtedly the most anxious one among them.

 

One night, the graceful female attendant swayed her tail and walked in, her laughter as crisp as a silver bell.

 

Without waiting to get into the deep sleeping hall, she couldn’t wait to hug the demon king, pressing her body against him in front of several attendants.

 

Langmuir immediately pursed his lips and turned around, hanging his eyes and walking out, as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have seen.

 

Hun Yao didn’t seem interested, he pressed her shoulder with his claw and perfunctorily said, “be good.”

 

Liu Sha’s face stiffened for a moment, knowing that the king meant to refuse.

 

“My King.” She hummed softly, tentatively saying, “You smell like a human pig, it’s not pleasant.”

 

Hun Yao looked at Langmuir without changing his expression. “Bear with it.”

 

“King…!”

 

Liu Sha glared at the human with hatred, her teeth itching with jealousy.

 

Her king had not yet married. Also, the king’s eyes were very high, Liu Sha knew in her heart that she probably wouldn’t be able to become the queen.

 

(t/n: eyes were very high-it means that you are usually picky and picky about people)

 

But even so, the demon king treated her well enough. Her rewards every month were plentiful, enough for her seriously ill father and young sister to eat several meals of dried meat in winter.

 

But ever since this human appeared, the king had obviously lost interest in her. Liu Sha was not only jealous, but also afraid.

 

“King, my King, the smell of humans is really unpleasant. Just tell him to leave, okay?”

 

Liu Sha used a coquettish tone, she knelt down, her cheek against Hun Yao’s arm, and muttered. “How can my King’s palace keep such a lowly human?”

 

“Let him scram to the slave shed, and when the King wants to use him, call him over.”

 

Hun Yao laughed and said, “Scram.”

 

Langmuir immediately quickened his pace, suddenly feeling a pain in his neck.

 

He had no choice but to look at Hun Yao. “My King, this slave is wearing a lock, and the bone key is still…”

 

Hun Yao: “So it’s not you I’m talking about.”

 

The demon king slowly pulled his arm out of Liu Sha’s arms, took a step back, and looked at her.

 

The blood color faded from the female demon’s face bit by bit.

 

Liu Sha’s legs softened and she knelt on the ground, her teeth chattering. “My King!”

 

Hun Yao turned and walked towards the depths of the sleeping hall, and said lightly, “He is my slave, that is, the king’s property, you should not interfere…..get out.”

 

The attendants not far away exchanged glances and shook their heads quietly.

 

Liu Sha, the attendant, was confused. No matter what the human slave was like, he was raised by the king himself. Whether he was lowly or not, where he lived, it’s okay to talk about it privately, but how could she interject and judge in front of the King?

 

“My King!” Liu Sha followed all the way with tears in her eyes, kneeling down in extreme humility. When she crawled closer, she bit her right wrist, and the scales immediately shattered, revealing the bloody bone.

 

She said, “Liu Sha knows she was wrong…!”

 

Langmuir suddenly changed color. Being tied to Hun Yao for several months, he still couldn’t get used to the demon’s style of making a bloody mess at every turn.

 

He looked at Hun Yao. The demon king standing under the candlelight didn’t even change his expression.

 

Liu Sha gritted her teeth, lowered her head and bit her wrist bone again. The sour sound of bone breaking sounded, and the blood fell like raindrops.

 

When she raised her head again, the lower half of the attendant’s face was already dyed red with blood, she sobbed, “Please have mercy, my King…”

 

Langmuir really couldn’t stand it, he frowned and knelt at Hun Yao’s feet. “My King, attendant Liu Sha.…”

 

Hun Yao looked at him, his huge tail curled up, and threw the person who hadn’t finished speaking onto the bed.

 

“King…!?”

 

Langmuir was caught off guard. The bed under him sank, and Hun Yao’s tall body cast a shadow over him.

 

In the next moment, the demon king reached out and pulled off his robe.

 

Liu Sha on her knees choked, and she dared not cry anymore. 

 

Langmuir’s mind buzzed.

 

He never expected that Hun Yao would not only not pity Liu Sha who was bleeding on the ground, but also prepared to merge with him in front of her!

 

With Langmuir’s concept, he couldn’t accept this behavior in any way, and almost struggled immediately. Hun Yao forcefully held him down, leaned over his ear and said, “What, finally can’t pretend anymore, want to rebel?”

 

Langmuir turned pale, staring straight at Hun Yao, trembling and speechless.

 

In this way, another dark merge took place.

 

By the time it ended, Liu Sha had already left, and the pool of blood on the brick floor had been wiped almost clean.

 

The night was deep, Langmuir closed his wet lashes, turned his face and buried it in the pillow, panting and trembling all over, without saying a word.

 

This was no different from another mental torture for the former son of god. He didn’t make a sound, just bit his lower lip halfway through. The demon king stuffed his finger into his mouth, which saved him from bleeding.

 

Hun Yao stared at the bronze lamp by the bed.

 

The jumping flame inside was gradually dimming.

 

After tonight, this overly kind holy monarch should not say such stupid words as “you should wear more” again. Perhaps, he would no longer smile at him, no longer tirelessly ask him about the customs of the demons.

 

But this was sooner or later, Hun Yao thought, besides, it should be so. He hugged the thin shoulders of the slave, pulled him into his arms, and then pulled over the quilt, randomly covering it on this person.

 

He held Langmuir’s back of the head, slowly rubbing that beautiful long hair.

 

“Why?”

 

A hoarse voice came from under his hand.

 

“There is no why.” Hun Yao said with his eyes closed.

 

Langmuir lay on his shoulder quietly for a while, and then spoke, “…I don’t understand.”

 

“You don’t need to understand.”

 

“My King just told her to go down, why did the attendant Liu Sha hurt herself?”

 

“…..” Hun Yao opened his eyes.

 

The strength between his arms imprisoning the human slackened a bit, and Langmuir moved back a bit, raising his face–those eyes, clearly soaked in a layer of tears, were still clear and calm.

 

“Why did she say please have mercy?”

 

“Langmuir,” Hun Yao finally frowned, he slowly propped up his upper body, “are you pretending to be stupid?”

 

Langmuir was at a loss, and a few strands of broken hair fell as he tilted his head.

 

“Is this question very strange?” he asked.

 

No, the question is certainly not strange. Hun Yao was about to blurt out, but isn’t the strange one you?

 

Humans were creatures with rich emotions, no matter how tolerant they were, after seeing such a bloody scene and being brutally bullied, wouldn’t they feel a bit of pain?

 

One should question why the demon king was so cruel, question why one was treated like this, question the crudeness, brutality, and evil of the demons—

 

And it shouldn’t be like it was now.

 

Sticking in his arms, his knees against his thighs, his feet neatly stacked and placed between his scales. When asking questions, his eyes looked at him seriously, as clear as lake water.

 

“You…” Hun Yao’s eyes twitched, and he couldn’t say a word for a long time.

 

Langmuir reached out his hand, and the slightly cold fingertips lightly touched the scales on the demon king’s cheek.

 

He asked seriously. “Just now, why was my King unhappy?”