Sky blue [green blue]

Chapter 27

【27--】

(—Since Your Majesty met you, he seems to be much happier than before.—)

(—Every time His Majesty goes out with you, he is always very excited after returning, and pulls us to tell us what he has seen and heard in the human village. I rarely see him smiling so happily. -)

Listening to the voice faintly coming from his memory, he stood alone in the dark.

Xiguang slanted in from the top, silently, as if leaving a door to watch in the dark.

(—The dispute between the demons and humans, he read it all from books.—)

(—I understand a lot of truth, but it’s still only on paper. —)

(—Also, he is always alone and has no friends.—)

He stood against the light, silent.

In his hand, he was twisting the branch of Endless Summer tied with a red ribbon.

He looked down at the flower, and he heard the calm voice of the high-level demon wearing glasses.

(—You are Your Majesty's first friend who can speak on an equal footing.—)

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The boy dodged behind the demon king, and swung his sword at the demon king without changing his face.

A nearby dark star nimbly turned into a shield for the demon king, resisting the sword's edge in time.

The sapphire holy sword's killing effect on the devil is absolute.

Following this attack, the black mist did not swing the holy sword away, but surged and changed its shape, apparently trying to wrap the long sword away.

At the same time, the Demon King immediately turned around and scratched his claws.

Before the fierce light of the sharp claws reached, the young man held the sword tightly, and had already retreated a distance quickly.

The giant claws brought by the wind pressure fell through the air, and the demon king adjusted his body shape according to the situation, kicking his feet forward and chasing him without stopping.The afterimage was like an arrow, flying through the air, bringing up clusters of gorgeous blood-colored petals.

Another round of impact exploded.

The spherical module enclosed outside the area was swollen and subsided by the shock wave, like an unyielding beating heart.

When the entanglement between the two sides moved to the trunk of the World Tree, the flower soil under the Demon King's feet surged, and the thick tree roots broke through the ground, entangled the Demon King's hands and feet, making him unable to move for a moment.

The thin figure of the young man rose into the air, and his almost indifferent inorganic gaze was at the same level as that of the Demon King.

"Based on Xiaolan's wishes, I will not kill you."

——Little Blue...

The name brought a touch of emotion. The demon king in the second form raised his head and let out a shocking roar, raised his giant bat wings and scattered chaotic wind blades, tearing the twigs to pieces.

Among the scattered wooden fragments, the freed Demon King gathered the black mist from his wand, and hit the figure in mid-air with a critical strike.

He always dealt with the devil lightly, and all the fighting of the devil fell into the quiet eyes of the young god.

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It seemed that something surprised my eyes in an instant.

The endless summer in his hand suddenly disappeared, leaving only two small dry flowers floating down.

The red ribbon slipped between the fingers, delicately lying on the palm of the gauntlet.

He subconsciously opened the hand that was holding the flowers, and caught the falling pair of flowers in his palm.

It's light and fluffy, and people will ignore it if they don't pay attention.

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From the billowing smoke and dust, a figure with drooping shoulders appeared staggeringly, stepping on stones one after another, which gradually became clear in the smoke and dust that began to dissipate.

It was the demon king Xiaolu who had returned to human form.

He was heavily wounded, gasping for breath, dragging a pitch-black sword, stepping on the bushes of flowers and stepping heavily out of the dying gunpowder.

The holy sapphire sword was completely wrapped by the atomized emerald wand, turning into a shiny black-edged sword held in the hands of the demon king. The deep blue was mixed with thick green, which fit together into a vortex that could not be distinguished from each other at a glance.

Because of the solid protection of the emerald magic wand, the demon king can temporarily avoid the harm of the holy sword even if he holds a sword. At this time, he is in tatters and comes to the glass coffin where Xiaolan is.

At this moment, the boy no longer stopped him, but stood not far away with his hands empty.A pair of strange eyes followed closely behind the Demon King, silently witnessing.

Although the demon king Xiaolu showed his strength just now, in fact, both the demon king Xiaolu and the main program knew that this was not a deathmatch in essence.

From the beginning to the end, the demon king Xiaolu didn't have even the slightest ambition to kill gods.He has a clear grasp of his own strength and situation, and the reason why he has worked hard so far is just to take the sapphire holy sword.

On the other hand, based on Xiaolan's wish before she fell asleep, the little god will not kill the devil.

However, so what?

In the face of disparity in strength, in order to achieve the desired result, the only option is to gamble with the determination to fight to the death.

(—Why are you proving?—)

——What am I proving for?

Faced with this group of soul questions, Xiaolu miraculously discovered that she never meant to prove anything.

In Xiaolu's view, "proof" is just a means to achieve the target event.If the target event is achieved, then this "proof" is not worth mentioning; if it is not achieved, then this "proof" is meaningless, so don't mention it.

If there is still energy left, Xiaolu will probably sigh: I am really a results-oriented person.

If there is still energy left.

Stopping in front of the coffin, raising the black long sword held behind both hands, Xiaolu raised her strength silently, and began to chisel hard at the transparent wall curtain, and was directly bounced away the next moment.

The transparent wall curtain remained unmoved.

A sleeping being is ignorant and unaware.

Xiaolu didn't give up, she held the long sword firmly again, gritted her teeth again, and hit the blockade with the sword with all her strength, again and again, persevering.

——I know very well what I want.

That's what he told the knight.

Whether it was the first meeting under the World Tree, or the end of the meeting, or here and now.

The devil admits that he does not understand the nobility and sacrifice of knights.

However, this does not prevent the Demon King from fighting for the knight.

In fact, it is rare for the Demon King to feel worthless for others, to be precise, for knights—clearly, intellectually, the Demon King knows that this is not what he is talking about, and he usually respects everyone's wishes and hobbies, in short "It's none of my business."

But only Xiaolan...

The knight was so dumb that one couldn't help being bullied, and one couldn't help but help to watch.

But after thinking about it, wouldn't this mean that the knight owed him a debt?

- Seems pretty good...

Suddenly, thinking of this possibility, the Demon King at that time was looking at the group photo on the phone desktop, full of longing and anticipation in his heart.

The previous battle has almost exhausted the mana. At this time, in order to maintain the atomized state of the emerald wand, Xiaolu has no spare energy to use spells—of course, even if she has spare strength, she will not use it, so as not to hurt Xiaolan by mistake.

Little Green had no choice but to make a final effort with brute force.

Under the persistent gouging of the Demon King, cracks finally appeared in the glass coffin that sealed Xiao Lan.

In fact, Xiaolu's situation at this time is already very reluctant.

But he still gritted his teeth and insisted.

What he wants is right there, right in this place that will soon be within reach.

There was no way he could stop.

Even though the power of the magic wand wrapped around the holy sword was gradually consumed by the transparent barrier, the protection became thinner and thinner, and the holy sword that sensed the breath of the demons even started to flash, he didn't intend to let go.

at the same time.

Mu Ran listened to the bang bang chisel sound, the main program never stopped, silently, allowing Xiaolu's hardworking figure to be reflected in the pair of heterochromatic pupils.

In fact, the previous battle was not won or lost.

However, the reason why the boy finally handed over the sword was only because Xiaolu completed this proof.

[He] saw it.

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In front of him is a red rose.

One end of the red ribbon hangs in the air, as if there is a natural and curious closeness to the rose, and it is also like a cat cautiously stretching out its paw to scratch and test.

The inexplicable intimacy made him want to laugh.

Wrapping the ribbon around the stem of the rose, the gauntleted hands clumsily tied a bow.

Taking two steps back and looking at his results, he smiled contentedly, as if fulfilling a secret wish in another way.

His eyes fell on his curled hands inadvertently, and he unconsciously looked at the pair of little flowers that were immortalized because of drying.

The loose bow tassel dangles faintly.

Affected by this tiny force, the rose swayed swayingly.

Under his amazed eyes, a drop of red was startled from the red corolla, and a red spot radiated out on the ground, and a cluster of Bana flowers emerged in the blink of an eye.

Surrounded by flowers, the red rose stands tall and graceful, especially eye-catching.

However, the expansion of the red did not stop there.He stared, and subconsciously followed the sea of ​​bright red flowers spreading out and turned around.

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With a bang, the nest of the emerald wand and the glass wall curtain died together.

The next moment, when he was about to hold the sword with his own hands, the demon king Xiaolu gritted his teeth and made up his mind almost without thinking, ready to endure the burning pain of the divine power.

however……

When holding the hilt of the holy sapphire sword firmly with bare hands, the expected severe pain did not strike—to be precise, there was no pain at all.

What started at this moment, instead, was a gentle and intimate feeling, very much like Xiaolan's simple and honest smile.

Xiaolu's eyes widened suddenly, and she slowly looked at the sword in her hand in astonishment, and her eyes gradually trembled with disbelief.

Thoughts ran against time, and the memories thrown by time and space came oncoming one after another.

(-Are you OK!?-)

——How can it be all right, that is the holy sword of mankind.

That sword will burn the demons and kill the demon king.

Eventually that sword becomes yourself.

It is your open [heart].

——Why did it only hurt me so much?

(—I don’t want to be your enemy…——)

The knight once said so in a muffled voice.

It's amazing, obviously it's just a moment, but the memories are coming in uncontrollably.

For example, on Christmas Day, that kiss of mistletoe and novelty.

For example, on the road to the birth of the brave, when the knight stretched out his hand to guide him.

For example, on the eve of the holy sword recognition ceremony, when he took a group photo with his mobile phone, he took the opportunity to hug.

That time, under the clear blue sky and amidst the flying flowers, he asked the dumb knight why he stared blankly at himself—the reason why he was able to detect this first was because the eyes communicate with the heart, I have been looking at him for a long time.

always……

The sight never left.

Fragments of the past flashed quickly from the past in his mind, and merged into white lights bit by bit. The last thing that floated up was that in his kiss, the other party gave up resistance and just closed his eyes silently. moment.

In an instant, the unbelievable disbelief turned into endless surprises, passing through the blank consciousness, and finally completed the sigh of satisfaction and joy from the bottom of my heart.

——Is that so...

Xiaolu couldn't help smiling, and tears welled up in those smiling green pupils at the same time.

"Thank you, little blue."

Put the holy sword flat on the knight's chest, and the sapphire echoes like fireflies floating up, dotted with stars, gathering more and more.

At this time, there is no difference between the perspectives of the demons and humans—in Xiaolu's blurry vision, the gorgeous starlight looks pure and warm, bright but gentle.

That was the light of Little Blue's soul.

The brilliance of the stars converges into Yunhan.

The blurred field of vision made the scene in front of him far away. When the zeroed holy sword completely sank into the knight's chest, Xiao Luqiang raised his head with the remaining strength. On the other side where the light was faintly facing each other, there was a pair of familiar sky blue swords. .

Hearing someone calling her name vaguely, Xiaolan, who had re-adapted to the real sense of her body, instinctively trembled her eyelids, and opened her eyes faintly.

His gaze was finally able to meet those green eyes again.

—I finally see you again...

The corner of the mouth of the being with those green eyes curled up, full of tranquil peace of mind and satisfaction.

Before Xiao Lan could speak, the other party only had time to preempt her with a soft voice.

He said, "...good night."

Subconsciously, he reached out to catch the demon king who was exhausted and fell to him. The awakened knight stared in disbelief, as if he hadn't reacted for a while.

"Little...green?"

There was still a mischievous and carefree smile in the eyes as usual on the retina, and the swaying pupils of the eyes were covered with fiery warmth.

Finally, flooding.