The Seventh Year the Demon King Captured the Holy Monarch

Hun Yao didn’t know how long he had been standing there.

Langmuir’s song had long since ended. He went to bed, crawled into the quilt, and fell asleep.

When there was no sound in the palace, Hun Yao walked in blankly, stood by the bed and looked at Langmuir for a while, then began to wander around the palace.

He neurotically picked up and put back the small ornaments in front of the window one by one. They were all made by Langmuir over the years. Hedgehogs made of shells, kittens made of bone pieces and deer antlers, images of demon children polished out of wood, all with stone beads for eyes…as cute as this person.

Hun Yao’s palm slowly tightened. He listened to the “crack” sound of the shell hedgehog under unbearable weight, and belatedly felt the pain of a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

How could he believe…

It turns out that all these years, the song Langmuir played for him was that song?

Hun Yao raised his head in a daze. He remembered that on the barrier cliff of a year he couldn’t remember, Langmuir once sat in his arms, holding a crudely made harp, smiling with his eyes down, playing and singing. The wind blew his silver-gray hair, as beautiful as the elves in the legend.

After playing, Langmuir turned his face, his eyes as clear as the dark lake water looked at him: Has my King heard this song?

He said at the time: No.

In fact, he had heard it. It’s just that he broke in halfway through the year and missed the content of the first verse, but the subsequent tunes were exactly the same.

But Langmuir only played the first part when he played this song.

It was such a coincidence.

He also said at the time: It sounds good, I like it very much.

But what he clearly liked was just the human who played the harp. So it was Langmuir’s fault. He clearly chose faith in the temple between the demons, but he still played the harp for him. Deceived him, seduced him, let him say he liked this song… this song that was so hypocritical, so high above, insulting and cursing the demons.

The wind on the barrier cliff that year had blown the bone ornaments on his chest, hitting the beast tooth bone key in the middle.

The Demon King asked with interest, “What song is this about?”

“Secret.”

Langmuir smiled, and when he tilted his head, his silver hair brushed against the lock. His eyebrows and eyes curved up a bit, so gentle it was indescribable, “Later, when the time comes, maybe I will tell you.”

“But it might never happen, this is not a happy song, I’m afraid you’ll get angry if you hear it.”

Crack!!

Hun Yao lowered his head in a daze, seeing the little hedgehog that Langmuir once liked in his palm shattered into countless fragments, falling from between his fingers with a tiny sound, scattering all over the floor.

On the other side, Langmuir on the bed was suddenly awakened. He abruptly lifted the quilt, “My King!?”

The Demon King stood not far away in the dark, like a dead creature, without a word for a long time.

Langmuir got up too quickly, and his head spun violently the moment his feet hit the ground. But he didn’t care, he staggered a step and then stood firm.

He raised his gaze from bottom to top, only to see the poor little hedgehog that had shattered all over the floor, and was even more surprised, “My King? What’s wrong with you?”

Hun Yao suddenly said, “I lied to you.”

He actually laughed, “Tonight, I actually have nothing to say to you. I lied to you.”

How ridiculous, why not laugh? What he saw in the prophecy of the bone chips tonight was clearly Langmuir slashing at his left horn with a knife.

And all the way he was still complacent, fantasizing about what Langmuir couldn’t bear to part with him, Langmuir might agree to be sealed as queen, how nice, how nice…

The wind and snow and the light of the knife in the illusion came sweeping over, and in an instant, it pierced through his bleeding heart.

Hun Yao seemed to be awakened from a big dream by cold water, and with a detached perspective, he wondered: How could he be so stupid?

Langmuir was in the dark.

After seven years of getting along, of course, he could tell at a glance that the Demon King’s mood was very wrong. He thought for a while and did not rashly provoke, but first went to light the copper lamp hanging by the bed.

Soon, the warm light illuminated the whole bed and Langmuir’s figure. The young man with silver-gray long hair walked barefoot from the light, anxiously reaching for the Demon King’s arm, “What’s wrong, what happened? Because of those ambushers, or…”

Hun Yao spread his left arm, “Give me a hug, and I’ll tell you.”

As he said it, he had already done it forcefully, Langmuir was rudely pulled by the collar of his robe and bumped heavily into the Demon King’s arms.

The human might have been hurt, and groaned lightly. Hun Yao didn’t care, he held Langmuir tightly in his arms, lowered his head and buried his nose in that silver-gray long hair.

Thump, thump, thump thump.

Two hearts, close together, beating at different rhythms.

Langmuir sensed some unusual atmosphere and suddenly asked, “What are you holding in your right hand?”

“A gift.” Hun Yao said.

“What are you doing now?” Langmuir asked again.

Hun Yao lowered his eyes, slowly tightened the honey gold dagger in his right hand, and answered the question, “What is that important but not urgent thing of yours?”

“Now this situation, it doesn’t seem appropriate to say it.” Langmuir paused, and asked calmly, “My King, are you holding a sharp object?”

…Like countless times before, they embraced each other in the dark abyss of the night.

But this time, the Demon King’s right arm circled around the thin back of the slave, and the honey-gold dagger in his hand was flashing with a poisonous tooth-like cold light.

“Isn’t this quite sharp?” The Demon King’s tone became gloomy at some point, “Usually when gesturing around your neck, who’s pretending not to know it for?”

Thus Langmuir’s expression, in a place where Hun Yao couldn’t see, became somewhat blank, somewhat sad.

“Is…did I do something wrong?”

“You wrong?” Hun Yao sneered hatefully, “No, it’s my fault, I should have killed you early.”

“You tell me, what song did you play before bed tonight, hmm?”

Langmuir trembled slightly, his eyes wide open.

“You–”

“Langmuir, I’ve known you were up to something for a long time. Let me tell you, I heard this song from your people seven years ago…”

The Demon King didn’t want to admit that he had been deceived so miserably, gritting his teeth and pretending to be strong. “Originally, if you didn’t play it behind me, I would pretend not to know, not to fall out with you so early…”

Langmuir suddenly wanted to struggle free, “No…!”

But the arm that was holding him suddenly exerted force, as if to strangle him alive. Hun Yao leaned against his ear and murmured ominously, “Tonight…”

Langmuir, you wouldn’t know. Hun Yao thought, actually, I wanted to propose to you tonight.

He gritted his teeth and glared, “…I will kill you tonight.”

“My King.” Langmuir said tremulously, “That song is not what you heard in the human world.”

Hun Yao only said, “Close your eyes.”

“You won’t even let me give an explanation…”

“Close your eyes.”

Hun Yao said, “Obey my command.”

The light in Langmuir’s eyes gradually dimmed, he closed his mouth, and also closed his eyelids. He gave up arguing and accepted all the possible fate that might come.

Hun Yao let go of the person, and suddenly his heart was like being cut by a knife. He thought of some things many years ago, thought of Langmuir who once knelt at his feet.

Such an easy person to deceive, such an obedient person. No matter how many times, when told to close his eyes, he closes his eyes, when told to open his mouth, he opens his mouth, knowing…

Knowing that they are eternal enemies.

Langmuir, with his eyes tightly closed, first heard the sound of the wind. He knew it was the sound of the blade of the dagger tearing through the air. He didn’t hide, not even a tremor of his eyelashes.

The next moment, there was a chill in his brow, and a hard object was pressed against it.

Langmuir instinctively opened his eyes, and the light of the copper lamp reflected a dazzling light on the metal in front of him.

Hun Yao stood two steps away, expressionless, holding the golden dagger in his right hand.

The hilt of the dagger was pointed at Langmuir’s forehead. Very light, very gentle.

Hun Yao gazed deeply at the stunned Langmuir, his wrist slowly lowered, and so the golden hilt of the dagger slid from the pale brow of the human to the bridge of his nose, then traced over his lips, jaw, and the vital point of his neck…

Finally, the Demon King pulled up the slave’s right hand, casually put the honey gold dagger into it, and said seriously, “Hmm, a gift.”

“…”

Langmuir looked at him in a daze.

Hun Yao lowered his head and rubbed Langmuir’s eye corner scales with his thumb.

He laughed again, and said softly, “So gullible.”

Knowing that they are eternal enemies.

But still fell in love.

Langmuir suddenly took a step back.

Clatter.

The golden dagger fell to the ground.