I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

The background music changed its melody.

It seemed both exciting and passionate.

The demon Lugna did not move, and the two demons behind him summoned magic power in their hands to be on alert.

"Only this sword came back." Count Granat said angrily, with hatred on his face.

"Lugna!" Count Granat stared at him and roared.

"I brought you in to avenge my son's death!"

"Kill all the messengers on the spot!"

Count Granat vented his emotions in a vicious tone.

"Bullshit peace talks, go to hell!"

[Good! ! ]

[The BGM and character creation of this show are so amazing! ]

[It looks emotional, but it's actually rational. ]

[I was scared to death, I thought the count was going to talk about emotions with the demons. ]

The demon Lugna did not move, and looked at the environment in the room.

He closed his eyes and looked at Count Granat.

"This room is very well cleaned."

Count Granat looked at Lugna with hatred.

"It must be exactly the same as it was ten years ago."

Count Granat moved his eyes. Lugna's words made him confused.

"So what?"

Lugna looked at him and said, "You killed my father, and I kept his room the same."

[It started again. ]

[These words are the same as the word mother. ]

Instantly, after hearing this.

Count Granat's eyes widened, and he was uneasy.

The demon Lugna continued to say, "Let's stop here, Count Granat."

Count Granat's eyes were no longer as firm as before when he heard these words, and he began to waver.

Seeing this, Lugna continued to increase his strength and said:

"Or do you want both sides to continue bleeding? To cause more tragedy?".

His attitude softened, he smiled, and said to Count Granat:

"Our languages ​​are interlinked."

"Please give us a chance to talk."

Count Granat opened his eyes wide, his eyes trembled, and the sword in his hand was no longer sharp, and the tip of the sword pointing at the demon Lugna could not stop trembling.

[Gradually understand that "language is as beautiful as magic." ]

[Note, Fulilian said before that the demons have no concept of family affection! ]

[Wow, this demon learns too fast, just seeing the facilities in the room and knowing about the count's son, he learned and applied it directly, directly using Count Granat's affection for his son, and began to bewitch Count Granat to sympathize with him! Too terrible...]

[Absolute! Godly! ! ! ! ]

For a long while, Count Granat hesitated for a long time.

Finally, he closed his eyes, opened his mouth and let out a tremor, and his breathing could not stop trembling.

Pointing at the demon Lugna, Count Granat retracted the sword tip and put the sword back into the scabbard.

Seeing this, the guards stopped threatening with swords.

The demon servants behind Lugna also lowered their guard.

"Take them to the guest room."

Count Granat walked to the exhibition stand and put the sword that his son had been given by His Majesty back to its original place.

"I need to think about it." Count Granat's voice was extremely low, with coldness and trembling.

With his back to the demons, he stroked the sword, as if this decision was very difficult.

In the corridor of the palace.

The guards led Lugna and the other two.

"Lord Lugna, what is a father?" The demon girl with pink hair and twin ponytails asked Lugna.

Seeing this.

Lugna smiled, "Who knows?"

[Hiss, so scary. ]

[The demons have no concept of compatriots, family, or even loneliness. ]

[Guard in front: 6, you think I'm deaf, right?]

[Guard: pupils are shocked.]

On the dining table, red wine is poured into a transparent goblet.

The demon Lugna elegantly crossed his legs, sat on the sofa chair, picked up the red wine glass on the round dining table, and kept shaking the red wine in the glass in his hand.

"Count Granat seems to have a grudge against us." Lugna closed his eyes.

He sat on the chair in an extremely elegant posture, analyzing the weaknesses of humans to the pink-haired demon loli beside him:

"As long as he is persuaded, there will be a chance to remove the protective barrier of this city in the name of peace talks."

"At that time, Lord Aura's army will flatten this city."

When the demon Lugna mentioned Lord Aura.

The screen switched.

The camera passed through the army of countless demon shadows and finally landed next to the seat of the demon superior.

[The art of language.]

[High! Too high! 】

"By the way, Linie, why is Drat gone?" Lugna asked the pink-haired lolita who was tasting an apple.

Linie was still eating an apple and said, "He said he wanted to get rid of the people who were in the way.. "

"I was impulsive." The demon Lugna sighed while sitting on the sofa chair, "Young people are always hot-blooded and a headache."

The scene changed.

In the mansion castle, a demon boy walked down the steps.

The guard turned his head and noticed his figure, "Lord Drat, you can't come to such a place."

"Please go back to the guest room..."

Before the guard finished speaking, Drat waved his finger.

A purple light flashed across the guard's neck.

The next second.

The guard's armored head separated from his body, and the helmet fell to the ground, splashing a small pool of blood on the ground.

Drat passed by and went straight to the cell where Fulilian was imprisoned.

Flilian was resting with her eyes closed in the cell and heard the sound of the iron door opening.

The next second she opened her eyes and looked coldly at the cell door.

Flilian sensed the breath of the demon.

Looking at this male demon who walked into her cell, Fulilian asked: "Who are you? Now is not the time for a meeting."

"I am one of the executioners, Drat, a subordinate of Guillotine Aura."

Drat gave his name and said to Furriel, "I am here to kill you."

Furriel sat on the wooden bench in the cell and tilted her head and said, "Really?"

"Is the diplomatic game over?"

Drat blinked. He didn't expect Furriel to see it so clearly. He smiled and said to Furriel, "It's just about to start."

Furriel looked up and groaned, "Hmm...?" Then she lowered her head to think, her legs still swinging back and forth, twisting the dust on the ground.

[What a cute little action.]

[Naughty little feet.]

Looking at the dazed and seemingly innocent elf girl in front of him, Drat thought in his heart and had already made a plan:

"According to Lord Lugna's judgment, this girl is our only obstacle. ”

“As long as we get rid of her and then win over Count Granat, we can easily capture this city.”

[“Girl.”

[Girl from ancient times?]

[Guess why she is an obstacle?]

[You are really young and energetic~]

At this time, Fulilian looked at him and reminded him:

“Let me tell you in advance, I am very strong.”

[Flilian: I am very happy that you call me a girl. But I am very unhappy that you want to attack me.]

“Can you be stronger than me?” Drat didn’t care.

I felt that the girl in front of me was not as good as myself.

Flilian looked at him and said, “Better than Guillotin Aura.”

At this moment.

The screen turned black.

Subtitles appeared.

——Episode 8, the burial of Fulilian.

……

When the audience saw this, their scalps tingled.

——“Hiss, is this the burial of Fulilian? ”

——"Frelian's strength is stronger than Aura of the demon clan! Ah!! I feel so good when you say this! I'm already excited. In the eyes of the demon clan Drat, she is the existence of a demon clan superior, right?"

——"The content of this episode is really amazing!"

——"To the demon clan, human voice is as beautiful as magic. If used properly, it can produce wonderful effects. Therefore, many demon clans will use human language to seduce people."

——"Too explosive!"

On the judges' seat.

The four judges stared at the screen in front of them with wide eyes, shocked by the title.

For a long while, several people still haven't recovered.

The next second.

The background music turned excited and encouraging.

Boom boom boom!

Hearing what Frelian said, Drat said: "I don't think so."