After Becoming The Tyrant

Oh, gobbown.

The white bones collided with the endless sound rhythm, the blue fog was swept in the hot moonlight, and the black shadow in the fog showed the silhouette of the carriage.

How can there be a carriage?

What kind of carriage can be so uncharacted in this Congsen? Have you seen the horrible phantom? This seems to be cursed night! The vow, the knights have grown their swords, and their loyalty is definitely worth a king to give them a rose badge - they tremble for this terrible change, but there is no retreat.

"Let's talk about the misery story of the emperor, dear." [1]

The first-class songs are passed from the more and more concentrated fog, each pronunciation is clear, so elegant is impeccable. But it is full of evil and birthday, it seems to be a strange poisonous snake spit its believer to show his teeth, and the three-pointer is seven-pointed.

It seems that the death of the emperor will be staged is a great performance.

The shadow of the carriage is clear, and some people swear about the knight can't help but send weak.

Oh God! What kind of carriage is that? !

The sulfur fire of the star is splashed around the carriage, and the brocky monster who can't see the face is holding a pale huge carriage. They are not from the real world, but to run in a major overlap with the material world, they have passed from thousands of years of paint black giant wood.

"Some was scrapped, some were killed in the war.

Some are entangled by the ghosts they scrap.

Some were killed by their wife, some were killed in sleep,

All are harmful - "[2]

In the ancient opera, the poisonous snake swimming in the night raised its head.

The sound of the wheel scrolling is like a bored thunder, and the has sent a high laughter, dreaming from hell, countless nightlings of the dark, their wings are embedded on the night. Night.

The carriage jumped from the black wood and the bush, and in the night, the night was loud, and there was still on this small piece of empty ground. The sulfur fire droplets fall into dark green moss. Blue fog gets rolls from both sides, and the knights vow to see every exquisite white bone of the pale carriage, every clear blue ghost, every discharge red rose.

The handsome prison in the black dress is sitting on the carriage driving position, which is the old opera to reach the world.

His voice suddenly turned, becoming low, becoming a whispering whispered before the snake launched a deadly attack.

"- Because death is in the king

Empty prince of the temple

Established its court! "[3]

The song is interrupted, the knights have launched an attack towards the hell who has never faced. The silver armor on him was plated in the moonlight glory. The rest of the knights were driven by him, smashing together, moving swords with no goodwill.

The devil with a hat, his face is covered in the shadow, he has not moved.

The dreams of the white bones were impatiently impatiently smashed, the fog fog fell out, and the brave and loyal vowed the knight took one by one, pulled into the deepest nightmare.

The devil jumped from the carriage and he stepped away from the ground to the ground, and he didn't put them in the eyes. The devil came to his coma, and took his own hat.

"I will pick you up, Your Majesty."

The devil is deeply embarrassing towards the juvenile king who is covered by the cold moon.

He is so elegant, so polite, even if he sang the most horrible strange opera, she raised the white bones that were driven by the dream.

The scarlet rose is also inserted on the demon butt, he took a few roses from the rose spines on the carriage, with piercing in the hands, just like attending the funeral, people hand holding a white rose bouquet. The king who covered the moonlight is quietly lying on the green moss, he is in his eyes.

The young king's pair of fruium ice blue is no longer open.

The moon is in love with this child, and he presents a strange beauty in the moonlight. Those cold, violent, and sharp things temporarily faded from the king. He glanced like a fascinating sacred sacred sacred, exquisite sacred, said that the saints in the human avatar is absolutely less than Not the blood of the blood.

Yinhong, the blood that has been solidified is red in the corner of the king, the cheek.

Only a spoofer, just like a devout religious person suddenly falls behind the most perfect sacred sacred sacred, it has also fallen into the perfect face of the evil, mad, cursed blood tears.

So, heaven and hell, sacred and blood, integrated in the king.

The devil walked around the king, continually pulling the soft petals of the rose, like the priest to send the deceased, and sprinkled those blood red petals on the king.

He is coming to prepare a funeral for the king.

Death and the king like the shadow.

For the devil, this is really good, he is waiting for more than ten years. Waiting to the king's breath completely stopped, life passed away from the king, he will welcome the king to another country.

When the king of the world closed his eyes, hell's monarch will open his eyes.

"Leave it, dear,". "

At the end, the rose petals fell, the devil sat around the king, he changed a golden harp with the air, and the big pale hand fought the ancient strings and sent a pleasant voice. He lowered his voice, whispering in the ears of the king, just like a poisonous snake is ingenu, the initial people swallowing bright red sin.

Cold moonlight on the king.

"Let me go with me, Your Majesty."

The devil whispered a sweet promise.

"The long river of Naqi is on the dark land. It is the most beautiful diamond, the most flawless white wall, the most gorgeous gold river, the most gorgeous gold river. "

The crow quietly fell to the branches, and waited for a new corpse with dark eyes.

"There is also a country there, although the naughty little guys have a strange strange shape, but I will assure you that they will be the world's most obsessive servant. If you want, you can ride a keel in the sky, even if it is The people of the abyss will not refuse your visit. "

The cold shrouded the king, his pulse gradually became slow, breathing was more slightly smaller than the daughter, and the last blood color on the lip has disappeared.

The voice of the devil is gently gentle, and if he is willing, he must be a unmanned persuasive home in the world.

Even if it is an angel, he was also deceived to hell.

Now, he is undoubtedly taken out of his own skills. If you want to lure the young king to give up tenacity, let the death swallowed.

"You see ..."

He made a slight in the ear of the king, with so deeply smirk.

"Your father sells you - he sells you to the Holy See sale to the devil. Your subjects betray you, your so-called loved ones are eager for you to die early. No matter where people are hard, try to let you die what."

"Fundamental, no one wants you to live."

"Are you not so clear?"

..........

No one wants you to live at all.

The curse is very far from a far away.

The king stood in a fog, he looked up his head without expression. The sky was gray, and the surrounding is also gray, and many blurred figure hidden in the gray fog.

He felt that he didn't seem to forgot a lot.

where is this place? Dream.

The king walked forward.

The left and right shadows moved together with him, the bones of the bones. The red breeze is burn on his back, and you want to swallow him. I extended countless hands, dry, pale, those hands grabbed the king, dragging him down.

- You see, no matter where people are working hard, you want to die.

White, ghost, drilling into his mind.

The red fire is swallowed. Boiling, hot, burning the soul. Blood is rolled down from the end of the one. He closed his eyes.

Gradually fall.

- Come, go to another country that really belongs to your country?

Golden fire lake, black land, tame and loyal servant, all wealth in the world ... The magnificent picture is in the King's mind, where all existence is happy to come.

- Please let me leave.

That sound took the joy of a strong suppression.

A sleek hand protroved from the dense fog, stretching into the king of falling, and the hand is pale as a glorious.

Waiting for him to reach out.

The king slowly reached out, the voice stopped, as if it was ecstatic.

"Do not."

The king suddenly opened his eyes in the fire, and the blood was rolled down from his corner and fell into the fire in the flame. The ice blue eyes are cold like a long knife of ice water.

"Rolling."

He opened his own arm, and he was swallowed by the red fire.

The pale hand hanging on the sky.

..........

Among the forest.

The king breathed, and the abnormal trend of trend was put on his pale cheek, and death and life launched a fierce competition in him.

Zheng -

The devil is covered with the harp of all breaks in a moment.

The haze is shrouded on his face.

His dark eyes were spent on a hurriculous, but they were still in a coma.

"okay then."

The devil said with a compromise.

"I am sorry, don't you expect a devil to comply with the contract?"

He extended an elegant and slender hands, whichever the king's pale cheeks died in the hands of the devil.

He intends to take the king directly.

Devil's lips brush a smile.

However, on the next moment, the bright holy light is like a ice, suddenly touching the fire. The devil jumped up and slammed the sacred fire in his hand.

"Secrets of the baptism! Those damn churches!"

The devil is angry.

The church once held grand baptism for the king, and in the day of the King crowned, the Pope representative of the abyss strait came from the golden eagle bottle to pick up the holy cream. The back of the back is the center, as well as the head, shoulders, and the elbow.

This has become the shelter of the king.

The king opened his eyes.

"Rolling, devil."

He said.

The author has something to say: Devil: Did you?

King: Roll!

[1] [2] [3] From Shakespeare "Richard II"