Time passed quickly, and Lumia's life was not divided into years, her life was simple and disorderly, and it was difficult to distinguish between them. Sometimes I do something on a whim, and when I am lazy, I go to the house of an acquaintance to have a meal, carefree, pure happiness, and only to fill my stomach will I be a little tired.

That's how all the little monsters live. Although they are sapient, they are essentially no different from beasts. Some little monsters will awaken to a higher level of pursuit by chance or experience, and at this time they will slowly climb to a higher place in the pyramid, eliminate those companions around them who used to be the same as themselves, and become strong people who can control their own destiny, or die on the way to becoming stronger.

Among the thousands of little monsters, Rumia may be the most chic and comfortable one to live. Her own power is far beyond the level of the little monster, and there are many friends who are not much different from the big monster or simply the big monster, so it can be said that there is no place where Lumia can't go in this huge Gensokyo, and she can do whatever she wants without worry. For the little Yomi Yokai monsters, Gensokyo is indeed a playground.

But even such a dark monster has its own troubles.

"Quack, you're so good, you can walk on the water. ”

"It's just a little trick to carve insects. ”

The black-clad monster replied indifferently, his bare pale paws trampling on the surface of the Lake of Mist. Lumia was still floating beside him with her hands raised, but there was a hint of sorrow in the little monster's innocent look.

"You walk very steadily, I remember when we first met, you staggered when you walked, and you needed my help to go down the stairs at Alice's house. ”

Lumia's words of trying to stir up the atmosphere were not answered, and it was as if Quack had forgotten what they had been through, but Lumia knew he didn't, he remembered everything, but those things didn't take up his brain. The monster walked steadily but quickly on the water, and the fog around the Lake of Fog receded obediently in front of him, like Moses dividing the sea. The monster didn't hesitate, it was as if he had a goal in mind, even in this situation of zero visibility, Rumia was just following him.

It seems that Quack followed him not long ago, but he didn't expect to follow Quack himself so soon.

On the side of the monster that was invisible, there was both relief and worry in the little monster's gaze.

Since the day he met Taigongwang, with the passage of time, Ga Ga has indeed become more and more intelligent, more and more intelligent, and more emotional, but he is also becoming more indifferent and depressed. He also learned to speak without a teacher, but after learning to speak, he became more and more reticent, no matter what Lumia said, the former Quack would at least be stupid but cheerful to respond a few times, and now Quack could not speak a few words all day, and even if he spoke, he would give as short an answer as possible. The emotions contained in Lumia's dark eyes when she looked at Lumia were also extremely complex, at least Lumia couldn't tell what was in them, but she felt very uncomfortable just looking at Quack's appearance.

Besides, no matter what changes have occurred in Quack, he has been very good to Rumia, and to be exact, he is getting better and better. But his actions Lumia became more and more impenetrable, Quack often walked back and forth around the Lake of Mist, looking lost and anxious, and sometimes looked at the mansion on the shore of the Lake of Mist from a distance that Lumia had never entered, her eyes soft and worried, but she never took a step there. At such times, Quack would subconsciously raise her hand and press the wound on her chest, although she couldn't see the exact location through her clothes, Lumia was sure that it was there, where Quack's heart should be.

Quack's heart ached.

So Lumia is also heartbroken.

She didn't want to do this, and she even regretted it a little, regretting that she hoped that Gaga's wisdom would be obtained. Although the former quack was stupid and stupid and often hurt himself, poking out many baskets and causing a lot of trouble, the former quack was happy, at least in Rumia's feelings. They can catch prey together, cook failed dinners together, sneak into someone's house to steal the dried cured meat, run away in panic because of their clumsiness, and finally laugh together when these foolish things are over. But today's quack......

Ever since he became smart, he hasn't laughed again.

If only I hadn't hoped that Quack would be smart.

Lumia quietly lowered her little brain, secretly blaming herself.

What if I'm stupid? I can take care of Quack forever.

"Don't blame yourself. The monster rattle or - Wang Yu's expression was indifferent, but he said in a gentle tone that was rare for him now. "It's not your fault, it's never your fault. You've helped me a lot, and I'm so grateful to you, Lumia. I feel honored and very happy to be friends with you. ”

Wang Yu raised her hand and touched Lumia's hair soothingly.

"I just woke up. ”

Although she still felt a little self-blame, Lumia, who was still in a much better mood, raised her head and cheered up and smiled brightly at Wang Yu.

"Quack, where are we going? ”

"Go find a legend. ”

Wang Hao didn't respond to the smile with a smile, not that he didn't want to, but now he really can't laugh. And he is also deliberately controlling his relationship with Lumia, now that he understands his nightmarish nature, he no longer wants to put anyone or anything in the forefront of his heart, which he considers to be an insult to himself and the other party, a kind of despicable use and deception. If the love of life can be exchanged and discarded at will, then this so-called love is just a joke. So it is with those who love others, and so it is with those who are loved.

So it's good to be just a friend, a gentleman's friend is as light as water.

Even so, he still couldn't let go of the little girl who also had yellow hair and red eyes. How is she now? Is her body and soul hurt, is she sleeping like herself, is she being comforted and cared for enough, is her mental problems worsening?

…… Is there any, hate yourself?

Knowing that these emotions were just fakes generated by self-satisfaction and self-deception, Wang Hui couldn't help but be seduced by them, driven by them, and was reluctant to look at the Red Devil Pavilion from afar day and night, trying to get a glimpse of Flandor's scaly claws to feel at ease.