Sky blue [green blue]

Chapter 8

【8--】

Working together with everyone until the evening, the work of rearranging defenses finally saw its scale.

In this process, the experience during her tenure as the head of the Seventh Knights became the best reference, allowing Xiao Lan to command and dispatch skillfully and take care of all parties in an orderly manner—of course, it also depends on the cooperation of other people.

Xiaolan raised her hand and wiped her sweat.Guessing that it would be okay for him to slip away at this time, he raised his voice to greet the people around him: "I'm sorry, I want to leave for a while."

"Please feel free."

"Leave it to us!"

"Master Knight, please take a rest first!"

……

Listening to everyone's sincere words, and seeing everyone's attitude towards her become friendly, Xiaolan couldn't help but smile back with joy.

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Run quickly into the woods outside the city.

Although it is estimated that the devil's staff has taken Lu Chi Demon King back, Xiaolan always feels uneasy if she doesn't go and take a look for herself.

I planned to send a text message to ask the devil to send me the location coordinates, but just as I took out the phone, Xiaolan noticed that there were some burnt marks on the seams of the phone case, and there was a faint smell of burning...

Feeling bad, Xiao Lan hastily pried open the phone completely.

I saw slight burn marks on the case of the mobile phone, but the battery board seemed to be miraculously not affected at all, but the circuit board turned into a miserable bubble.

In other words, my mobile phone has been physically destroyed by Yongle's lightning.

Holding the nearly safe mobile phone casing and the tragic mobile phone circuit board in her hands, Xiaolan thought for a while, and Xiaolan, whose hair was full of black lines, finally figured out what the devil's staff intended by snapping his fingers before leaving.

Without him, it can be regarded as giving yourself a precise point of view.

But it turned out that it just used lightning magic to blow up the circuit board instead of directly blowing up the battery... The corners of Xiaolan's mouth twitched, and she didn't know for a while, whether she should lament the devil's staff's amazing operation, or thank Mr. Yongle for not killing him kindness.

In short, there is no other way, and now I have to shout to find someone.

"magic……!"

As soon as the first word was uttered, Xiao Lan realized something and quickly covered her mouth.

In this sensitive period, what if someone else heard me calling out to be the Demon King... No matter how you think about it from any angle, it seems that it is not good...

Cautiously put down her hand, Xiaolan felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

Now that mobile phones have been killed, of course you have to shout to find someone.Since you can't call the "devil king", theoretically, you can still call the real name of the devil king.

Although he has never been called before, Xiao Lan still knows the real name of the Demon King.

——The current situation is special, the Demon King should...don't mind such details, right?

Thinking about this anxiously, Xiaolan tried to speak: "Xiao, Xiao..."

It's just that I didn't expect that although the name was simple, I was still stuck in my mouth.

That's because following the name that was about to be called out, a certain inexplicable sense of intimacy surged into her heart, subtly making Xiaolan's face flushed red.

strangeness……

very strange……

...This is too strange!

Obviously it's just a name!

How can there be a feeling that I am going to do something bad, haha! ?

The roar seemed to be gradually amplified and thickened, and one sentence after another went straight into her mind, making Xiaolan's mind unsteady and even a little collapsed.

Subconsciously reaching out to hold the nearest tree trunk, the crumbling knight tried his best to bring his running thoughts back on track.

——Why don't you add "Sir"?

——Oh no, no, this, this is even more difficult to shout out!

Thinking of those times when the devil played with her... While gnashing her teeth, Xiaolan sincerely let out a cry of soul: Shout!No!out!mouth!ah--!

Just scratching her ears and scratching her cheeks and fighting between heaven and man for a long while, Xiaolan finally managed to gather enough determination, and released a small and bumpy voice: "Little, little green..."

Yet nothing happened for four weeks.

It seems that the name of the Demon King is not bound to any vicious disaster or spiritual power... Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little disappointed because no one responded to her.

It's no wonder, after all, the volume of the first name is so low.

But now that the first time at the beginning has been passed, the next step will be much smoother.

"Xiaolu, where are you?" Xiaolan, who had adjusted her mentality, slowed down a little, and while walking towards the previous stop in her memory, she called out to the surroundings, "Little-green-call me back if you hear it." Ah! Little—green—!”

After going around the land in my impression a few times, Xiaolan still found nothing.

"Sure enough, he has already left with Mr. Yongle..."

Leaning her back against a nearby tree, Xiaolan sighed tiredly, looking up at the night sky and muttering, revealing a faint sense of loss without knowing it.

"Idiot, this is not a matter of course..."

— After all, we have different positions.

Probably really tired of searching, Xiao Lan still looked up at the deep night sky, and simply sat down under the tree.

Even the air in the woods at night is cool. It feels a bit like living in the Demon King’s City, or staying beside the Demon Race.

Suddenly--

"Little Blue."

Hearing this ethereal call, Xiaolan's eyes tightened immediately.

——It’s Xiaolu’s voice!

"Little Blue."

--next to my hand!

After carefully identifying the location of the sound source, even though there seemed to be nothing there, Xiaolan mustered up the courage to reach out in the general direction of the sound source.

As Xiaolan's hand approached carefully, something seemed to emerge in front of him little by little.

—Looks like...a flower?

Although the timing was so suspicious, and the form of appearance was so weird, Xiao Lan still mustered up the courage to continue reaching out, approaching the cut flower that was obviously left under the tree.

With a crisp cracking sound, the ethereal call finally stopped, and the disguise in front of him shattered in front of his fingertips, revealing the carefully hidden true face.

It was a blue hydrangea that had just entered flowering.

"Spells of invisibility plus discrimination?"

Xiaolan couldn't help crying and laughing.

——A high level means self-willedness, magic power is almost free to use...

Although there is still a hint of suspicion in my heart from the experience of being played in the past, I have to say that my heart is still full of surprises.

Carefully twisting the branch of hydrangea in his hand, a bow made of crimson ribbon is wrapped around the flower stem, shining delicately against the moonlight.

It was the ribbon that the Demon King had tied on the stand collar.Xiaolan recognized it.

"This is a gift."

The voice of the Demon King sounded out of nowhere again.

Xiaolan froze for a moment.

The next moment, her eyes brightened as if realizing something, Xiaolan looked down at the flower in her hand, and then at the ribbon under the flower ball, her cheeks flushed slightly in surprise, and she was at a loss for a moment.

The other hand that is free has already held up the ribbon on one side of the bow, and it can't help it, but it doesn't know it.The light and careful movements are like petals being gently brushed by the evening wind.

"Perhaps you can return to the human residence in a dignified manner, right?"

Her heart trembled because of these words, but Xiaolan still listened quietly.

The flowers in the hand, the voice in the ear, and the smile in the memory all magically strung together into a beam of light, dispelling the inexplicable sadness that had been entrenched in Xiaolan's heart before.Drawn by this, a warm feeling of being watched gently flowed through my heart, full of joy of regaining what was lost.

At this time, the deity who left the message had obviously left long ago, but listening to this gentle voice, Xiao Lan had a subtle illusion: as if the deity was standing in front of her with a normal smile, looking at her.

Staring quietly at the flowers and butterflies in her hand, Xiao Lan finally couldn't help showing a grateful smile.

The voice of the Demon King with a smile is still in his ears.

"Congratulations, Xiaolan."