The Dog Rider is the Demon King

Facing the morning sun, Ron, who had shaken off all his thoughts, felt very relaxed.Humming a brisk song, he walked briskly towards the palace.It was the song "Sunrise" composed by Master Stradolfa, and because of its bright and catchy melody, it quickly spread throughout the Issutan Kingdom.

The faint golden sunlight shone on Ron, and the birds that got up early to look for food uttered crisp and melodious calls.The flowers placed on the window sills by the residents on the street feel the sunshine, and slowly bloom their beautiful faces.On the few grasses that grow sparsely by the roadside, there are crystal clear dewdrops, and small beige flowers bloom in the middle of the grass blades.

Most of the merchants choose to open their doors at this time, and the early residents also take advantage of this time to go out to buy fresh meat that the family needs to eat during the day.The noisy human voices show the prosperity and harmony of this city. Most of the people have happy expressions on their faces, chatting with the people around them with full smiles.

"Ron is so early today." The owner of the bakery who just opened the store saw that Ron was in a good mood, and greeted Ron with a smile.

"Ah, Grandpa Bartan, good morning." Ron stopped and looked at the owner of the bakery, Bartan Blankfort, with a smile.

"Good morning." Bartan went back to the shop to get a piece of fresh bread and handed it to Ron, "Go out so early, and you haven't eaten breakfast, take it."

"Thank you, grandpa." Ron took the bread. Because he was in a bad mood last night, he walked around the door for so long, so naturally he didn't eat.I just woke up from the table this morning and went out impatiently, and I didn't bother to eat breakfast.The bread in his hand exuded the sweet smell of butter and cheese, as well as the aroma of roasted nuts. The glutton in his stomach was hooked at once, and the hunger instantly occupied his brain.He swallowed involuntarily, and his stomach growled inappropriately.

Ron rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, glanced at Bartan who was smiling kindly, and took a bite of the bread that was constantly emitting fragrance in his hand.The combination of crunchy nuts and soft and dense bread, and the semi-melted cream cheese flowing in the mouth is really delicious.Ron ate the bread three times, five times and two times, and when he was thinking about it, he remembered what he had just done, and suddenly felt embarrassed again.

"Grandpa Batan...can I buy two more?" Ron looked at Batan cautiously, unable to hide the anticipation in his eyes.

"If you want to eat, I'll get you two, and you won't be charged."

"No, no, I still have to pay." Ron quickly waved his hand and refused.

"What's there, just a few breads." As he spoke, Ba Tan turned around and walked out with two breads, as well as some small snacks wrapped in oiled paper.

Seeing that Ba Tan said so, Ron couldn't refuse, and secretly made up his mind to come to Grandpa Ba Tan to buy bread several times in the future. "Thank you, Grandpa." Ron took the bread and thanked him with a smile.

After chatting for a few more words, Ron walked towards the palace with two steaming buns in his arms.

The palace guards did not stop him. After confirming his identity, he opened the side door of the castle and let him in.Ron quickly arrived at the door of Brent's bedroom, and Brent hadn't gotten up yet. There were two guards and a row of maids holding various things at the door. They didn't have any expressions on their faces. There was no movement there, waiting respectfully for Prince Brent to get up.

Ron didn't say much, and stood aside and waited quietly.Ron put the two steaming buns into the magic item early on, where no one noticed.After all, magic props are rare objects, and he knows the reason why wealth should not be revealed.

The door was opened from the inside by the maid in the room. Brent rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched his waist and yawned.The maids standing outside the door came in and helped Brent wash and dress.

It was a common scene, but Ron still felt that the little prince in front of him was really cute.Ron, who was already in a good mood, rolled his eyes with a smile, and a feeling of happiness rose from his heart.

Brent saw Ron who was standing at the door smiling happily towards him, and suddenly he was completely relieved of sleepiness, and his blue eyes were shining brightly.He winked at Ron, who nodded back.

Brent felt that he was about to float up. He felt that there was something abnormal about Ron today, or that he was different from before.But he couldn't tell the difference, and he still kept smiling when he saw him, but he just felt that Ron was exuding an attractive charm today.

Probably like his second brother Dordrian looking at his fiancée.

Shocked by his own thoughts, Brent shook his head and continued to dress with the help of the maids.

"Impossible, I'm about to give up that piece of elm, why did he suddenly become enlightened?" Brent, who was immersed in this kind of thought, felt dizzy, but soon he forced himself to calm down Come down, "No, no, no, it may be that I just woke up and was still confused. How could that weight emit such an aura so blatantly. Didn't he keep silent all the time, I must have misread this time, Otherwise, you will be disappointed again."

Brent, who was gradually depressed, was surrounded by layers of maids. Ron didn't notice the change of Brent's mood at all, and was still immersed in his beautiful fantasy.

After helping Brent tidy up his appearance, a group of well-trained maids came out.Brent, who was preoccupied, came out of the room slowly and occasionally, and walked towards the dining room.Ron quickly followed behind him. At this time, he also noticed that Brent was not in a good mood, and quickly asked in a low voice: "Why is His Royal Highness unhappy? Did you encounter any troubles?"

Brent retorted in his heart: "Yes, yes, it's not because of you, when will you be able to face your true thoughts and be with me?"

However, no matter how coquettish or overwhelmed he was in his heart, facing the culprit who got him into this situation, he could only smile and say in public: "It's nothing, maybe it's just that he didn't wake up."

Now that Brent said so, Ron had no choice but to keep asking.

In the dining room, the king was eating breakfast at one end of the long table. Ron gave the king a standard knightly salute, and then helped Brent to open his seat, and then pushed the chair back for him when he sat down. s position.

While Brent was eating breakfast, Ron stood behind him on his left and watched quietly.Except for Ron saluting when the king left, Ron's eyes were all glued to Brent's body for the rest of the time. Looking at Brent's elegant movements, Ron found it very pleasing to the eye.

After breakfast, Brent felt a little better.He didn't say anything, just humming the catchy tune of "Sunrise" and walking aimlessly in the palace.

There is a small gazebo in the palace garden, which is made of white stones as a whole. The dome is carved with reliefs, and it looks very dazzling through the dazzling flowers.In front is a white statue of an angel with a long sword in one hand and a wand in the other, with rosette vines winding up his legs and up to his wings.There are some roses blooming on the vines. Except for the color, they look lifelike, and people can't help but sigh the sculptor's superb skills.

Brent walked into the pavilion, sat on the stone bench, tapped his fingers on the table in front of him rhythmically, with a bored expression on his face.

Ron stood behind him, looking at Brent in front of him, feeling that he couldn't find the time to speak.He was ruthless, seeing no one around, stood in front of Brent and suddenly knelt down on one knee.

He came out like this, but it scared Brent: "What's wrong?"

"Brent, I...I...I like you." The last few words were like a mosquito humming, but even so, Ron blushed and didn't dare to look at him, even though he still hesitated. I dare not repeat it again.

"You...what did you call me?" Although Brent was startled by Ron's sudden behavior just now, he did not lose his mind after all. He keenly caught the name Ron called him just now, and couldn't help but feel delighted. Ron stammered and said something vague, which made him wonder if it was what he thought, "What did you just say?"

"I said I like you." Ron finally plucked up the courage to say this sentence again, but the words were still very vague, and it was really hard to tell what he said without listening carefully.

This time Brent, who put all his thoughts on him, naturally understood, and felt that this elm-headed man had finally opened up.When he was excited, he felt that this was not enough, so he didn't let him stand up and lean on the table with a smile and said, "Ah? What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

After saying this once, it was very easy. Ron took a deep breath to calm down, raised his head and looked at Brent with burning eyes, and said word by word: "I said I like you."

"Huh? Can't hear you?" Brent quietly drew a magic circle for sound insulation with his left hand behind his back.

"I said I like you!" Ron yelled recklessly, stood up all of a sudden, hugged Brent who was sitting, and kept repeating in his ear, "Brent, I like you."

Brent didn't know what kind of expression to respond to. He just felt that the blood in his body was boiling. If it wasn't for years of good education that allowed him to maintain a good self-cultivation, he would now want to shout out, "I finally waited for you!" arrive".

Of course, Brent still couldn't hold back, and bit Ron's shoulder hard: "I don't care how you open your elm head, you kept me waiting for so long, I will punish you."

Ron still hugged Brent tightly, and immediately let go of Brent when he heard Brent's words, knelt down in front of him on one knee, raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, the love in his eyes could not be hidden Live: "Of course, my prince, as long as you are happy."

Hearing the same words as before, but in a completely different tone, Brent finally couldn't control his tears, and cried out without disappointment.

The author has something to say:

Finally confessed... I'm exhausted.

Well, there is nothing to say today, so be it, the author loves you.