When Langmuir woke up, it was overcast outside, with a light rain falling.
He blinked slowly, buried in two layers of blankets, and looked around. There was no one around, it was very quiet, with two firestone stoves burning, very warm.
But then, the furious voice of the Demon King thundered from outside, accompanied by the sound of something being smashed.
“He told you to hide it from me, and you did!?”
“Duogu, who is your king, him or me!?”
The palace outside was in a mess. Hun Yao’s mental state was very poor, and he couldn’t suppress the evil energy all over his body.
The several apprentice witch doctors were trembling, hiding under tables and crouching in corners.
And Duogu’s buttocks had already been kicked several times, and he was scurrying around with his head in his hands.
“My King! My King, spare me!” The old witch doctor wailed, almost in tears, “If I tell you early, I get beaten early, if I tell you late, I get beaten late, so of course it’s better to tell you later——”
Hun Yao was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices… His subjects! Those who offered him blood and soul, who should be loyal and humble!
When did they become so presumptuous, all because Langmuir led them astray!
“Old thing, I’m going to slaughter you today…” The Demon King said grimly, grinding his teeth, “You’d better think clearly before you say it again, what is going on with him now!?”
“Humans who enter the abyss don’t live long!” Duogu cried, “The water and food in the abyss are not suitable for human constitution, let alone the miasma eroding the lungs, they will only get weaker and weaker…My King cherishes the lord, it’s not easy to get to this day…”
“Impossible!” Hun Yao blurted out, his eyes about to split, “He has been in the abyss for seven years, and he’s still fine——”
But Hun Yao suddenly couldn’t go on.
Is he really okay?
The sound of rain outside the window continued softly. Hun Yao suddenly felt a chill from head to toe, and only then did he feel fear.
The bloody torment of the first year; the severe winter of the second year, and the forced merging time and time again; the third year that started with a life-threatening rainy season, followed by overworked exhaustion.
And the fourth year, the fifth year, the sixth year… How many times had Langmuir been sick, endured, and cried uncontrollably?
Hun Yao’s vision darkened for a moment: Why did such seven years seem “fine” in his subconscious?
Was it because Langmuir always smiled gently and said it was okay?
“…Anyway,” he gritted his teeth with determination, “Didn’t we get through it so many times before?”
“This human’s vitality is strangely tenacious. If you say early on that he can’t be cured, when he recovers, it’s your own face that will be lost.”
“Should we move to the barrier cliff for a while to recuperate? Or simply live there? The barrier has thinned a lot now, the miasma is thin, there is sunlight, and flowers have bloomed…”
Hun Yao paced irritably as he spoke, then suddenly stopped. “Right, there’s something simpler.”
“Give him back his Mana?”
Duogu was so scared that his legs went soft, and he fell to the ground. “King!”
Hun Yao turned around sharply, his eyes like a hawk. “What!?”
Duogu trembled. “You, you…” He swallowed, and advised in a low voice, “My King, please calm down first, calm down…”
The reaction of the old witch doctor made Hun Yao feel a sense of relief in his heart, as if the stone pressing on him had turned into foam and floated away, and as if he had gotten a big mouthful of fresh air when drowning.
Oh, so the old guy didn’t dare to consider this method.
So that solves it, just give him back his Mana… It was only then that Hun Yao realized how panicked he was, his heart pounding like a drum, and a wave of fear surged up, his palms all sweaty.
He also secretly blamed Langmuir, who didn’t say it earlier, endured so much suffering, dragged it to such a dangerous point, not knowing how long it would take to recover.
“King…”
Coincidentally, a familiar voice sounded behind him.
Duogu, with sharp eyes, quickly hid behind Lanmiel and cried out in a disgraceful manner. “Lord, save me!”
Hun Yao felt as if his heart had been pinched, and he turned around quickly. He saw Langmuir in a white robe and bare feet, his face pale, reflecting the rain curtain outside the window behind him, standing there like a snow-built statue.
Langmuir reached out and protected Duogu behind him, calmly saying, “Please don’t blame Duogu, my King.”
“When my King went to the extreme north, I knew my body was not good. The war situation was tense at that time, and I didn’t allow Duogu to tell you.”
Hun Yao’s face changed several times. He didn’t feel it just now, but now seeing this person standing in front of him with a calm face, his anger surged up.
He dared to get so sick on his own, and even ordered the witch doctor to hide it from him, and even calculated his death…
Hun Yao glared at him darkly. “Go back to bed and wait, it’s not your turn to settle the account now.”
Langmuir remained calm. He dared to stop the Demon King when he was so angry that he drew his sword to kill people. Now this situation was just a small matter.
He coughed lightly, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, saying, “My King, I seem to be a little dizzy.”
Hun Yao: “…..”
Good, this person is getting better and better at taking advantage of him!
Langmuir pressed his chest. “My chest hurts, I can’t breathe.”
Hun Yao laughed directly, he said, “What do you want?”
Langmuir: “I can’t move, I need my King to carry me back to bed.”
Duogu shrank to one side, trembling, wishing he could blind his own eyes.
My god, is this really something he can watch…
But miraculously, after the Demon King laughed, the anger really subsided. He conceded, shaking his head, stepped forward, picked up Langmuir, and walked inside.
Langmuir took the opportunity to give Duogu a look, letting him go.
The old witch doctor immediately perked up, wagging his tail and running fast. By the time Hun Yao heard the footsteps and looked back, there was only a shadow left.
“…..”
The Demon King’s eyes twitched, he felt his position was precarious. “Langmuir, are you planning to rebel against me sooner or later?”
Langmuir, looking innocent. “My King, I’m already so sick, where do I get the strength to rebel?”
Hun Yao put Langmuir back on the bed, and also held his palm and squeezed it, feeling it was still cold.
Thus his face sank again, piled the quilt on the human body, and said in a gloomy tone, “You still have the guts to mention your illness… Do you know you’re wrong?”
Langmuir: “I was wrong, you can punish me.”
This attitude was clearly “I was wrong, but I dare to do it again next time.”
Just as Hun Yao was about to explode, attendant Liu Sha came in with the freshly cooked medicine. He had to back down again and said, “Drink the medicine first.”
Langmuir’s right hand was still bandaged with medicine where it was injured by the scale tail. Hun Yao took the medicine and sat by the bed to feed him personally.
Perhaps because the medicine was too bitter, Langmuir had a hard time drinking it, his long eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Hun Yao couldn’t help but touch his hair and looked at his face.
Suddenly he said, “The quarrel is over, and the illness has been committed. After sleeping for a night, has the anger subsided?”
“What?” Langmuir was stunned for a moment, as if he had just remembered the quarrel last night.
What surprised Hun Yao was that he actually showed an embarrassed expression, his ears slightly red. “…My King, don’t make fun of me.”
Hun Yao raised his eyebrows.
Hmm, this guy, he really isn’t used to losing his temper at people.
“Hmph, who wanted to pull my knife last night?” The Demon King took advantage of the situation and exaggerated deliberately, “I thought you finally couldn’t bear it, and wanted to slaughter me.”
Langmuir was even more embarrassed, he turned around and buried his face in the pillow and quilt.
Hun Yao, like peeling some fruit just knocked down from the tree in autumn, patiently peeled Langmuir out of the quilt. “What are you doing, the medicine is not finished yet.”
“Listen, I won’t tease you anymore, last night was my fault.”
Hun Yao stood up, he took the whip hanging on the wall at the head of the bed, stuffed it into Langmuir’s hand, held his hand tightly with both palms, and said seriously, “When you get better, hit me back.”
Langmuir was surprised, “My King!”
“Rest and recuperate, don’t think too much.”
Hun Yao said softly, “…I don’t doubt you. I’m not waiting to catch your guilt, it’s nonsense, it’s just that I’ve heard the second half of that song in the human world before.”
Listening to the anxious sound of rain all night, he had actually calmed down and thought clearly.
That song was probably really a misunderstanding. If Langmuirreally hated the demons and came to the abyss with the intention of harming the demons, he would definitely hide himself in every possible way. How could he take the initiative to play a song for him on the barrier cliff?
Bet he hasn’t heard it in the human world? Winning the bet has no benefits, losing the bet is a direct death sentence, where is this kind of logic.
Hearing this, Lanmuir’s spirits brightened, and he was overjoyed. But he didn’t dare to really believe it, and asked, “Really?”
Hun Yao’s heart ached again.
Between them, it’s too difficult to surpass suspicion and hatred.
What kind of deadly entanglement they had gone through to finally reach here.
“Really.” He said softly.
“That honey gold dagger…”
“Ah, it’s…it’s here.”
Langmuir was so happy that he was a little at a loss, he looked around twice before pointing to the right place, it was actually placed on the small table at the head of the bed.
“I saw it just now, I didn’t touch it. My King, put it away quickly. Ah, you really are…”
He said helplessly, “After I’m gone, my King, you need to be more cautious. It’s dangerous to hand weapons to enemies. If I really have malicious intentions, what will you do?”
“What are you talking about?”
Hun Yao’s heart sank sharply, and he interrupted him with a frown.
The Demon King raised his nails and knocked on the table. “It’s yours now. Take back your Mana, cure your illness, and talk about the rest later.”
Langmuir was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed helplessly, saying, “Please spare me, I’m already like this, is my King still going to use this trick?”
He held the edge of the medicine bowl and used the bowl to cautiously push the honey gold dagger towards Hun Yao, saying, “I won’t be fooled.”
“Once I touch this thing, I really can’t explain it…cough cough cough.”
After Langmuir finished speaking, he suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing, his thin shoulders shivering.
After he recovered and looked up again, he met the Demon King’s incredulous look.
“…Langmuir.”
Hun Yao stared at him straight, grabbed the honey gold dagger, and forcibly stuffed it into the human’s hand. “You think I’m joking with you!?”
Langmuir was also surprisingly surprised, equally confused.
He sat up straight and said, “How could I think it’s a joke? Isn’t this——”
Isn’t this…the Demon King’s usual test?
Langmuir looked at Hun Yao with a tilted head, puzzled.
He made a big mistake the night before, not to mention falling into suspicion, but also losing control of his emotions in front of Hun Yao.
But the King was willing to believe him, and even used such a dangerous method to give him another chance to prove his loyalty…isn’t it?
The sound of the rain drizzled, echoing between the human and the demon.
Suddenly, Langmuir’s face changed slightly, and he pushed Hun Yao away with one hand.
Hun Yao was caught off guard, and was actually pushed back by this sick person.
Langmuir leaned on the bed, his thin body bent down like a broken white bamboo – the medicine he had just drunk, hadn’t even been in his mouth for a quarter of an hour, all mixed with blood, was vomited on the ground.
