Harumi's mother, as the legend says, is a white fox monster, while his father is a nobleman in the human world.

He is thirteen years old, just the age of adulthood.

For thirteen years, he has been living with humans.

He doesn't have much affection for the human species.

Hypocritical, vicious, selfish...... Qingming knows that the "evil" in them can't even compare to some monsters.

He had seen a famous nobleman with his own eyes, who looked arrogant and reserved, but the bad karma that was surrounding him was overwhelming, and even the weather was affected a little.

And he himself, because of his bloodline, is called an alien existence among humans.

Everyone looked at them with disgust or contempt, as if they were looking at some disgusting garbage.

However, he didn't do anything.

If she could choose to be born, Qingming would rather just be an ordinary human being.

- Instead of being like now, because of the powerful spiritual power inherited from the white fox, he was cultivated by his father as a tool that can strengthen the family.

Qingming glanced sideways at Qiao Xi, who looked quite excited, and then couldn't help but pout her lips in disdain.

Such a boring festival, sure enough, only a little monster like this who doesn't know anything about the world can be so interested.

Qiao Xi didn't know that in Qingming's heart, he was defined as a "little monster who doesn't know the world", he just felt that it was really interesting to see so many living people for the first time after coming to this world, and to be able to see the ancient rituals with his own eyes.

As Qingming said, the people who came to the festival really wore their best clothes, but the problem was that this was just a small village in the middle of nowhere where to make a living, and the clothes of these villagers were gorgeous, compared with Qiao Xi's clothes, which were gorgeous among the nobles, they lost their luster in an instant.

So, when Qiao Xi didn't hide his figure because he was curious about rummaging through all kinds of masks on a stall, his excellent appearance, excellent clothes, and excellent temperament, any of which were enough to retain people's eyes, the three characteristics were combined, and Qiao Xi instantly became the focus of the entire festival.

Qiao Xi tilted his head, shook the beckoning cat mask in his hand, and said, "How can you sell this?" ”

The stall owner was staring at him fiercely when he was flipping through the mask, and when he heard him ask, he subconsciously waved his hand and smirked: "Don't want money, I'll give it to you, I'll send it to you." ”

Qiao Xi touched his nose and looked innocent.

"Huh? Are you sure? ”

"Really, really, for you!"

Qingming squinted his eyes and witnessed a live teaching of beauty conquering the world, and then raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Xi holding the mask on his face, and his heart instantly became unhappy.

The tails of his eyes curled, and he suddenly took the ugliest mask from the mask stall, and as soon as he raised his hand, he covered Qiao Xi's face, and then said with a smile: "This is the best for you." ”

Qiao Xi adjusted the mask with a wink, so that his eyes could look through the hole in the mask's eyes, and then tilted his head and nodded on the mask: "What is this?" ”

Qingming took his hand down seriously and said, "It's the antler mask of the Fengyue God, it's very beautiful." ”

The stall owner was stunned to see Qingming talking nonsense, and his expression of desire to speak disappeared under Qingming's fluttering gaze, and he laughed hard and looked away.

Qiao Xi's eyebrows, hidden under the mask, raised slightly.

Although he was covered before he could see what the mask looked like, that didn't affect the fact that he was sure that it wasn't a antler mask.

- Anyway, he has played with the real antler mask many times, and he still has an understanding of the most basic shape structure.

He glanced at Qingming through the mask with a pair of clear fox eyes, and didn't say anything, just raised his head and accurately touched a mask that was exactly the same as the one on his face from the stall, quickly buckled it on Qingming's face, and then grabbed the hand he subconsciously wanted to take off and smiled: "Okay, let's take one by one." Fit, right? ”

Qingming struggled angrily, wanting to take off the ugly mask, but who knew that the little monster on the other side looked slender and had a lot of strength.

It didn't hurt to hold his slender and flexible fingers around him, but he couldn't pull his hand out of his hands.

Qingming couldn't help but widen her eyes, but for the first time she wondered what kind of monster Qiao Xi was.

Qiao Xi forcibly suppressed Qingming by force, and Qingming struggled a few times at first, but in the end he didn't bother to care.

Anyway, this place is remote, even if you don't wear a mask, no one will necessarily know you, not to mention wearing a mask to cover your face tightly, people pity this native monster doesn't dislike losing face, what does he have to mind if he is a passerby?

- Well, the above psychological comfort can be summed up in one sentence, that is, Qingming can't beat Qiao Xi, so he will break the jar and break it, and he won't lose a piece of meat.

As a result, the human monsters at the festival could see that the clothes on the two twelve or thirteen-year-old boys were extremely gorgeous, and their temperament was quite noble, but the masks on their faces were spicy.

Qiao Xi has always been used to being looked down upon by others since he was a child, and Qingming is also because of his experience problems, he can ignore the eyes of others, and these two people wandered around the festival for half a night.

Although there is only one soul left now, Qiao Xi's biological clock in his bones still has his own, and when it is almost twelve o'clock, he feels that he should go home and sleep.

He thought so, and just said it to Qingming.

Qingming chuckled lowly: "I'm really curious now, what kind of monster you are - I think you're more like a human than a monster." ”

It's still the kind of aristocratic human who is glorious.

Qingming's eyes staring at Qiao Xi couldn't help but flicker slightly.

If it weren't for the fact that the aura on this guy's body was so rich and scary, and there was no human breath on his body, otherwise Qingming really doubted whether he was a human disguise.

Qiao Xi blinked innocently when she heard Qingming's question.

He's curious about this himself, okay!

came to this world inexplicably, and then inexplicably became the god of Fengyue.

I say I'm human, but I don't even have a body.

I say I'm a monster, but I can't think of myself as a pure monster.

Qiao Xi couldn't help but be a little silent,

After Qingming finished asking, he stared at him seriously, looking forward to what kind of answer the other party could give.

However, what he didn't expect was that the impression left on him was that the little monster who was simple and cute suddenly had a trace of undetectable gloom in his eyes.