Chapter 7 He Xi

It took five long years to draw the dream, and almost every minute and second of his waking time was spent on this demon prince of Shadow Mist City called He Xi. In the demon world, this time is not only responsible for his food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also to teach him all the do's and don'ts, this child must learn the manners and speech skills that the higher demons should have, and must also learn the torment caused by various skill training.

In He Xi's childhood, almost every dream was by his side, so He Xi almost only listened to the words of painting dreams, and he was also very attached to painting dreams.

When He Xi was old enough to understand orders, Huameng began to teach him some basic skills.

"Go up and take down the brightest crystal. The dream pointed to the magic crystal on the edge of a small cliff. The young He Xi knew the importance of the magic crystal to the cultivation of the demon people, but it was not enough to let him risk his life and take it with his bare hands without any protective measures, because his current strength could not guarantee that he could firmly grasp every point of focus, but he also knew that the cost of disobeying the order of painting dreams was not small, so he didn't ask anything and began to look for a route that could be climbed.

"That's not the case!" said Huameng helplessly.

"Then what to do?" He Xi asked suspiciously, because he really didn't understand what he could do other than climb up.

"Mobilize the magic in you, make them active, and imagine you floating in front of that crystal. Painted Dream explained.

At this time, He Xi's already puzzled little face was even more puzzled.

"You're a high demon! There's a pendant on your chest, it's given to you by your mother, it's a powerful magic, and it's been with you since you landed, and you're going to try how to use its power, even if you don't know how to use it with other complicated offensive skills. Dream yelled at him.

Painting dreams, her ability is not too bad, He Xi is a lot easier at this age, but she still hopes that she can have more time for her to cultivate and study, if He Xi hadn't taught her to raise her, with her ability and hard work, she would have become a high-level mage a long time ago, but now she has to spend more than five years on He Xi, by that time, Blood Dance and Netherworld may have already thrown themselves to 108,000 miles away!

Under normal circumstances, Painted Dream would never let a child under the age of ten try such a dangerous thing, but this child is a high-level demon race, and in the past few years, she has shown talent and potential that she has never seen before, and she feels that if she makes him excellent earlier, she can at least get some rewards from her mother, so that she can make up for the cultivation time she spent raising He Xi. "You just have to stand under that cliff and imagine yourself floating. Painted Dream said again.

He Xi looked up at the magic crystal, allowing himself to stand right underneath it, and he held the pendant on his chest with one hand, trying to mobilize the magic power in the pendant. A series of deep breaths cleared the young demon boy's mind of distracting thoughts, and he tried to concentrate, just looking at the magic crystal, which was his destination. He began to feel himself slowly lighter, and his heels slowly left the ground, and then he tapped on his toes to confirm that he had left the ground, and happily looked back at the drawing dream...... Then he fell down under the expression of a wry smile on the painting dream.

"Fool! try again, if it doesn't work, you'll have to try it for me even if you try it ten thousand times!" "Drawing Dream reached for his slender waist and pulled out a silver whip, "If you keep doing this today......"

He Xi swept the dust off his body and cursed himself. He was overjoyed and his skills failed, and now he felt that he could do it, or he would have been whipped. He focused his willpower on the crystal again, mobilizing his magical energy.

Huameng knew that He Xi would succeed in the end, his noble bloodline, as well as his extraordinary talent and potential, even his ability to endure hardships was much stronger than all the children she had ever seen, and at the same time, this child was also very stubborn, He Xi would not let such a small skill defeat him. She knew that as long as there was still a little strength, he might be able to practice here all day.

Huameng watched him go through a series of small successes and failures, the worst of which fell from a height of more than ten meters. Painting Meng inadvertently felt distressed, and wondered if he was seriously injured. However, no matter how painful it was, no matter how badly he fell, He Xi continued to return to his position without a sound to reconcentrate.

"He was too young to give him a whip when he failed. ”

Blood Dance also arrived, with a mocking expression on her face, and she suggested to Painted Dream as she summoned her poisonous snake and made it crawl around on her graceful body that could arouse men's boundless desires, and at the same time she had an extra snake whip in her hand.

"Let your poisonous snake and whip stay away from He Xi, how to teach him is my business, it's not your turn to interfere!"

"You should be careful about the tone in which you speak to the High Mage!" Blood Dance warned, and several snakes on her body immediately attacked Painted Dream with murderous anger.

"You'd better pay attention too, Mother will know how you're interfering with me!" replied unceremoniously.

As soon as he mentioned condensation, Blood Dance immediately put away his snake whip, "Okay, you are free, anyway, I think, this kid, if you don't suffer a little, how can you progress quickly." She said mockingly, then turned away.

"I'll definitely get it!" He Xi shouted at the painting dream.

Huameng likes his determination, but he has not yet obtained the magic crystal, according to his talent and potential, it should not be such a performance, thinking of this, Huameng felt that Blood Dance's words might be right, so he clenched the whip in his hand again......

This kind of training and suffering lasted for a few more years, He Xi kept learning all kinds of knowledge and skills of the demons, and whenever the whip of painting dreams fell on He Xi's body, he always cursed that he was not good enough, and he had to work harder.

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