She's The Black Demon King's Nemesis

This kind of incomparable intimacy made him flattered, and the light sadness in his heart was suddenly swept away.

It was a pool of water and catkins. It was his dream come true for countless nights

He stretched out his hand and held her hand tightly. With his fingers clasped, he felt a strange attachment: it was not the feeling of conquest and victory after the forced and cruel Carnival ten thousand years ago, but a deep sustenance - like seeing the moment of the fall of the demon world, he thought that she was the only one of his kind

Now, she's the only one left.

Every time I met her, he was doomed to become a loner.

But he didn't care.

Today is not what it used to be. She is so obediently lying in her arms, a little dependent, a little coquettish.

This strange feeling surprised and confused him In the world of demons, not so Wolf people, snake people They are used to going their own way after the carnival, with females and children, and males following the tide They are not human beings. They never sleep hand in hand until dawn after joy

Nor will the Dark Lord.

Experienced women, often the next day do not know.

Now, what he appreciates is human feelings and hobbies This little man has pulled him to a place he can't believe For example, he never knew that he would fall in love with such warmth. There is a person lying in his arms to accompany you to the dawn, to share the ups and downs of the tide, every morning and dusk Then, when you open your eyes every day, the first thing you see is always him.

What joy is this?

He went to sleep with her.

At that time, he had forgotten one of his most important things: looking for the red night Pearl Along the way, he remembered that he thought he would get it when he got here. However, after looking at the seal on her hand, he knew that the night Pearl would not be in her hand.

However, where to find it, he forgot it completely, just as his weak life passed by, it became unimportant It's really because the joy of this scene is too strong.

He woke up first.

Because the pain of the passing of life disturbed him.

But the first thing he felt was the small weight in his arms. In his sleep, I don't know whether she leaned over or he stretched out his hand to hold her. Anyway, when he opened his eyes, she was lying in his arms, just like a little child. Her face was close to his chest, and her hands were randomly put on his waist. In a gesture of encircling and attachment, it seemed that he was born to be her protector.

He was ecstatic, like a dream. Timid, impractical.

But the weight in his arms reminded him that it was true. The villain lay in his arms, coquettish and weak. There is an incredible softness in the touch of his palm, just like when he indulges in her, he is completely trapped in the clouds, cotton, breeze Light, soft, sound, comfortable in a mess

At that time, the dawn has begun to show, the sky's weak border has begun to fade, the red veil of joy began to shed, all the joy will become nothingness. He knew that as soon as today's sun came out, the border would be completely destroyed. At the same time, there was his last breath