"Look! This stuffing is green! One by one, it's delicious! Yaya used her little hands to pull out the grass one by one in the bun made of clay to show me, and suddenly looked at the green grass that had been pulled out, her big eyes were instantly overflowing with tears, and she bit her lip aggrievedly and said, "It's all your fault!" Whining...... Now my bag is no longer stuffed...... It became a steamed bun...... Woohoo......"

"Uh...... This、Actually, the steamed buns are delicious! Na! We can make some pickles and eat them with steamed buns! Look at my side, put the mud, no! It's flour kneaded into strips, haha! A plate of flavorful pickles is ready! While playing with the mud, I showed the girl two "pickles" that were crumpled into sticks in my hand.

"Haha! It's still delicious steamed buns made by babies! The beautiful sister has said that the steamed buns are eaten with pickles! The boy looked at the girl with his hands on his hips, shaking his head and looking triumphant.

"This pickle girl can make it too! Better than you do! The girl ran over and snatched the two mud sticks from my hand, and just as I was about to carefully study how to make them, the "pickles" snapped and broke off.

"Woo."

"Haha!"

The boy looked at the girl with a flat mouth and sobbed softly, clapped his hands and laughed, and grimaced at the girl.

"Yaya, Yaya is going to tell the big brother that you are bullying me! I want him to spank your ass! The girl, with her cute mushroom head on her head and a sly look in her eyes, suddenly turned and ran backwards.

"Poof...... I vomited blood from my mouth, and finally lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, there was the figure of the demon god next to the bed, and the gold embroidery thread on his white shirt was in the faint firelight. Flashing wisps of light.

"Are you feeling better?" In front of him, he looked sad and implied concern.

"I ......" I tried to answer, but I found myself unable to speak, and the pain in my throat was unbearable.

Fingers brushed my forehead, the demon god closed his eyes slightly, a blinding light flashed, and I felt my body return to normal.

"I ......" I didn't know what to say, I just shed tears.

"Yaya's soul still exists, not death in the true sense. You don't torture yourself anymore. He stared at me. Distress flashed in his eyes.

"Shall I see her again? Can I talk to her and live with her again? I looked at the demon god expectantly, but found that his expression darkened.

"There is the underworld, not like the ghost world, you can be reincarnated." The demon god sighed inaudibly. It seems that the relationship between the two of you and Yaya is very deep. He actually ......

"Who the hell is he?" Got along for a long time. I don't know the name of the red-eyed man.

"He's a vampire clan, the pure royal blood of antiquity." After a pause, the demon god said again: "But." For the sake of the human girl and the salvation of the girl, he has violated the rules of nature, and I am afraid that he will not be able to inherit the throne. ”

"He, he's a vampire?" Thinking of the first meeting, the man licked his fangs and said that my blood was mellow and fragrant, and it turned out that he was a bloodsucker.

"This time, it was the monster who observed, planned in advance, and lured him away, so that he could kill the maid who was far away from the village." The demon god sighed heavily, and said, "Although I have exterminated the Red Maggot Clan, now, the four realms of demons and demons are chaotic and cannot be suppressed from time to time. You and the people in the village, don't step out of the boundaries I set again. ”

"Can't even you suppress those wicked people?" I suddenly discovered that the fact that the strong in this world survive, justice, can only be maintained by those who have the ability to do justice.

"I have a lot of things to deal with and I can't look into everyone's heart." The Demon God's eyes darkened slightly, and he said: "Originally, I had no intention of being in the position of this Demon God, but if there is no one to manage it, I don't know how many lives will be destroyed." ”

"You ......" I wanted to ask about the vampire man, the woman I wanted to rescue, but I didn't know how to speak.

"I have to go. This time, the stay was too long. The demon god looked at me deeply, and spat out a sentence softly, "Sometimes, the good and evil of the heart are not determined by race. ”

Seeing the departing figure of the demon god, I couldn't help but murmur his words: "Sometimes, the good and evil of the heart are not determined by race...... Are you referring to the immortals? ”

"Sister...... Whew...... "The boy threw himself into my arms and wept bitterly.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I ......" I looked at the boy guiltily, if I had compromised earlier, how could he and the girl not be able to see each other......

"Baby doesn't blame you! The baby only hates himself for being an ordinary human being, unable to protect Yaya, unable to save her! Whining...... The baby hates himself...... "The boy seems to have grown up overnight, and he no longer has a milky voice."

Holding the boy's slender body, my heart ached unusually much.

"I'll wait for you under the tree." The man came in slowly, his expression dark, and after making eye contact with me, he turned and walked out of the room.

"Baby, don't cry, if you cry, Yaya will be sad." I comforted the boy softly, a wry smile on my lips.

"I'll go find him." Firmly in my mind, I touched the boy's head and walked towards the towering trees that often stopped at night not far from the village.

The man's ruby eyes flashed with unconcealable sadness, and his delicate and smooth skin like porcelain faintly appeared pale, and he was as handsome as the breeze and the moon, as if he heard my footsteps, and turned back to stare into my eyes.

"I'm going to learn your skills, and I'm going to get the hair of the Demon God." I whispered, firm.

At the same time, it sounded his faint sigh.

"Now that you've agreed, I don't have to say anything about my decision." The man looked into my eyes with a sad expression.

Does he want to teach me skills for nothing? To protect the people of the village, in order not to repeat today's tragedy? Thinking so, I didn't ask.

"But all silk threads, hair is always the most spiritual, because it grows in tandem with life. This stunt of mine is called 'Fingertip Sand'. The man looked at me earnestly, as if waiting for my understanding.

"Finger sand? Grains of sand in your fingers? I guessed, sighing that the name was nice.

"It's not the fingertip sand grains, but the moment the fingertip green silk shoots, the opponent becomes a plate of broken sand. In the free use of spiritual power, this hair is like countless fingers, strangling the enemy. The man's fingers brushed my long, thick black hair, and his voice was seductive.

"You ......" I blushed slightly, trying to concentrate on learning the skill.

"Spiritual power and spiritual power are generally the same, but it depends on whether the person who uses it can control it freely and understand it well. If you have a powerful spiritual power, but you can't use it freely, you can't compete with an opponent who is not as strong as you, so the key is to be able to control your body. The man's voice paused, as if like me, thinking of the previous days, of my loss of control.

"I don't know your name yet." I suppressed the pain in my heart and changed the subject. (To be continued.) )