Chapter 185
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Chapter 185: I Have Bad News
Lin Lin had copied several spells related to cleaning from her book, but they stopped working when she entered the God of Darkness’s room.
Tsk, I should have thought of that earlier.
The only reassuring thing is that she still had a helper.
Even though this helper looked very unreliable.
Lin Lin entered the room with a broom and began to think about where to start. After half a minute without hearing any footsteps behind her, she turned around and saw the boy standing at the door.
He was slow to come in, holding a bucket in his hand, looking a bit lost.
"What’s wrong?" Lin Lin asked, looking at him in confusion.
"I don’t really like it," the boy said, "I think the smell inside is not very nice."
"Really?" Lin Lin instinctively looked at the window, the broken window had not yet been fixed, "But this room looks quite airy, doesn’t it?"
In the end, the young king quietly entered the room with the bucket.
The moment one of his legs stepped into the room, the floor shook a bit.
Lin Lin, who had already started sweeping the floor, immediately turned her attention to the young king, who seemed a bit confused, his purple eyes darting around.
Black mist rose from the air, then quickly vanished, making the room bright and new again, even the glass window that Lin Lin had broken returned to its original state.
The broken chessboard on the small table went back to its place, and both of them were silent for a minute.
Lin Lin reached out to wipe the table, making sure it was clean and shiny with not a speck of dust on it.
In the next moment, Lin Lin’s light-type magic wand was pointed right at His Majesty the Demon King, "Are you the God of Darkness?"
It felt very strange no matter how she thought about it!
Originally, it was surprising enough that he could absorb the dark fog from the demon realm, but what was this feeling of coming back home!
The boy blinked at the sudden appearance of the magic wand; his expression was already lacking, and he reacted slowly, now looking even calmer.
Lin Lin admired him in her heart; the God of Darkness truly had strong mental fortitude.
Although the standoff lasted for less than a minute, Lin Lin, who had read many comics and novels, had already imagined the entire storyline.
First! The God of Darkness was shattered into pieces, but to leave a way out for himself, he transformed one piece into the form of the demon race, while the other pieces continued to be used for his plan to conquer the world.
Now, with the plan failing, he had to let his pieces return to their original place and become the ruler of the demon realm once more.
The three-year deadline has arrived; it is time for the Demon King to return!
What a complete story! Lin Lin couldn’t help but applaud herself, feeling a little proud of her own intelligence.
As expected of you, Lin Lin, standing at the turning point of this world with your cleverness.
The boy, pressed by her magic wand, took a step forward, and Lin Lin had to refocus her attention on him.
The boy’s clear purple eyes gazed at the magic wand; compared to Lin Lin’s tension, he seemed remarkably calm.
"I don’t know," replied Your Majesty the Demon King to Lin Lin’s question.
Who is he? What is his connection to the god who controls darkness? He did not know.
He took another step forward.
The faint red mark on the boy’s cheek had not completely vanished, which meant that the damage from yesterday’s power, not enhanced by a light-type gem, was not easy for him to heal.
As he moved closer, the magic wand used to threaten him pulled back.
He saw the flickering part in the human woman’s eyes, the part that was unsure.
Compared to humans, the demon race seems to naturally understand some negative emotions.
The young demon raised the corner of his lips, and the delicate boy showed a joyful expression.
He did not yet understand all emotions, and he did not know how to read faces.
So he did not realize that his smile was out of place at that moment, even though he genuinely felt happy.
The boy asked, "What will you do with me, Your Majesty the Demon King?"
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This is bad, very bad.
Lin Lin, a worker in modern society who is judged by her boss as having a "dog’s stomach that cannot hold two ounces of fragrant oil," is very afraid of keeping secrets.
When this secret becomes big enough to involve the world, Lin Lin starts to toss and turn, unable to sleep.
Actually, it shouldn’t be a big deal; even if the Demon King is indeed a part of the God of Darkness, the world hasn’t ended after two hundred years, so maybe it doesn’t matter who the Demon King is at all.
She rolls over.
Does Safir know? Safir has played chess with the God of Darkness, so maybe he knows how to solve this.
She rolls over.
But what if Safir doesn’t know? If she tells Safir the identity of the Demon King, will he get rid of the Demon King?
She rolls over.
How annoying, the Demon King doesn’t even have a proper name. Calling him the Demon King feels strange; this Demon King Castle clearly has the surname Lin! She is the only true queen!
Turn over.
Being the Demon King is so hard; it’s better to be an accountant. Forget it, I’ll just give the Demon King Castle back to him. Otherwise, I would have to be the Demon King for two hundred years.
Turn over.
Did you put on your sleep mask before sleeping?
Lin Lin suddenly woke up from her bed.
She felt her pillow and got up, sitting on the bed for a while. After remembering, it seems she did put it on; her skin still felt a little slippery.
Lin Lin looked in another direction, toward the sofa placed in her room.
Usually, there is no sofa in her room, but today, a guest was lying on the sofa.
That guest was clearly awake; unlike Lin Lin, who was tossing and turning, the young boy’s eyes were very bright, shining with a faint purple light in the dark.
The two people stared at each other for a few seconds.
In the quiet darkness, Lin Lin heard her own breathing.
To be honest, when she first suggested that His Majesty the Little Lamb sleep in her room, she did have the thought of not letting the one she suspected run away, but it seemed now that it didn’t have any effect.
Lin Lin remembered that Your Majesty the Demon King was like the Princess and the Pea, who could not sleep well if there was even one uncomfortable thing under the bed.
"You should go back to your room," Lin Lin spoke in the dark.
"Why?" The boy also sat up. Perhaps due to his habits as a young one, he did not sit like most people with his legs in front of the sofa; instead, he hugged his knees, slightly bent his back, and rested his chin on his knees, looking at Lin Lin from the sofa.
"If I’m here, won’t you feel safer?"
Being so straightforwardly called out made Lin Lin feel a bit shy, but luckily she knew that the other person only had a simple way of thinking at the moment, so she didn’t feel too much pressure.
"You are right," Lin Lin thought for a moment, "but I also care about how you feel, so you should go back."
Lin Lin’s sight was poor in the darkness, and to avoid disturbing her sleep, the lamp in the bedroom was set to the dimmest light, and the orange beam did not help Lin Lin’s night vision much.
She saw the figure that was sitting on the sofa stand up, followed by the sound of slippers.
But the boy did not walk towards the door; instead, he came to her bedside.
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at Lin Lin’s face.
Most of the time, the young demon’s eyes were very empty.
This was both a lack of emotion and a scattered personality; it seemed difficult for him to focus on anything, whether in the past, present, or future, especially to do something with great concentration.
Lin Lin looked up at him.
They were about the same height, but sitting on the bed made her feel like she was back in the position of being gazed down at by His Majesty the Demon King.
His black curly hair fell over his shoulders, reflecting a beautiful sheen.
In the dim light, Lin Lin suddenly remembered the smiling adult king.
One of the boy’s knees knelt beside Lin Lin’s bed, making it easy for him to lower himself.
"I have some bad news," the boy began.
He said this with a blank expression.
Lin Lin found his appearance a little funny.
The demon boy did not have many emotions and expressions; he selectively used some, while the unfamiliar feelings were grouped into the "blank expression" category.
The boy reached out and held Lin Lin’s hand.
His skin felt cool, but the warm flesh underneath was a contradiction in his kind.
As proof of his warm blood, when the boy pressed Lin Lin’s hand to his lips and gently bit the web between her fingers with his teeth, she felt his hot tongue lick across her skin.
Lin Lin’s hand trembled slightly, and she felt the soft touch of the inside of a demon’s mouth, something she should not know.
Most of the time, it was she who took the initiative in her interactions with the king.
She reached out to pat his shoulder, to touch his horns, and to twist the soft skin on his cheek or arm.
The king bent down and showed a gentle smile, his face looked pitiful, as if he was about to cry.
Anyway, it was not like that.
It was not the case that he expressionlessly held her fingers, with his purple eyes staring at her, studying her expression.
Oh my, Lin Lin avoided the demon’s gaze.
He certainly had to watch her expression, because he couldn’t read any emotions at all!
He was still trying to understand others’ feelings and learn about emotions.
The boy gently pressed, his sharp teeth lightly biting Lin Lin’s fingertips, while he still held Lin Lin’s hand firmly, guiding it downwards.
His wet fingertips brushed against her soft lower lip, moving along the sharp line of his jaw, traveling down a small section of his neck towards the spot of his throat.
The boy swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving.
Lin Lin felt the delicate-faced, thin boy who had passed through her skirt lower his head.
"I have some bad things," the boy repeated again.
"Sometimes, I want to bite you," as if hoping the other would not be scared, the boy buried his face in Lin Lin’s palm, rubbing against it.
This way, he wouldn’t see the anger on the other’s face.
"So, you don’t have to worry too much about how I feel."
