The shrubs are like forests, and the ancient vines are like pythons.

The night breeze is difficult to blow, and the moonlight is difficult to shine.

Snow White's bedroom is located in a mysterious cave.

The cave is located in a complex terrain and rocky bush forest, which is hidden and deep and difficult to find.

Even animals are hard to find.

At the beginning of the night, he was dragged into a cave by the bald clown, and locked in a dark, damp cell.

The cell was a lot of space, but it was filled with a pungent musty stench, and there was nothing on the floor except for a mess of dead grass.

Yezichu didn't shout, didn't cry, but silently leaned against the corner, thinking about the tragic experience along the way.

Everything started because of the identity of a half-demon.

If he's not a half-demon, if he's a normal human, or, a full-fledged youkai.

Perhaps, people's attitudes towards him will change.

However, there are no ifs.

Since he is destined to be a half-demon, he is destined to be a species with a humble status and is despised by others.

Then, he can't complain, he can't lament, he can't pity himself, do nothing, but stupidly wait for the sympathy of others.

Because, as it turns out, no one will sympathize with a half-demon.

He can only rely on himself, he can only rely on himself, he can only rely on himself!

Important things, say three times.

Respect and reverence are never based on the sympathy of others, but need to be earned by oneself.

So, he needs to be strong.

He needs to learn magic, he needs to learn skills, he needs to get the mana of a human, or, the magic power of a monster.

Only when you are strong can you live!

Only when you are strong can you be respected and respected by others!

So, where does he go to study?

"Ahem......"

In the dark corner, a weak cough suddenly sounded.

Immediately, a thin and weak figure slowly crawled out and appeared in his sight.

"Brother...... Brother, were you also caught by them as food? ”

It was a little girl with rabbit ears, big eyes, dirty cheeks, a little floral dress on her body, tattered, and her hair draped behind her was covered with dirt.

Yezichu was slightly stunned, and the indifference and vigilance in his eyes gradually faded, and he said, "You...... Also a half-demon? ”

The little girl crawled on the ground, squeezed out a hint of innocent smile on her dirty face, and nodded: "Well, I'm a little rabbit." My name is Coco, brother, what about you? ”

"Coco?"

Yezichu was stunned for a while, and Fang said, "My name is Xiao Chu, maybe ...... Maybe it's a puppy. ”

"Ahem......"

The little girl coughed, crawled into the corner, and sat down.

She could see that this little dog demon brother was obviously full of vigilance and distrust of everyone.

So, she was separated from him by some distance and sat in a different corner.

"Brother Xiaochu, tomorrow, I may be eaten by them......"

The little girl leaned against the corner, her head down, and she couldn't see the expression on her face, but her tone sounded calm.

"Before, I saw a fawn brother who was scalded to death by them with boiling water, then skinned and cut the flesh. So, Brother Xiaochu, can you help me and kill me? It's terrible and painful. ”

Yezi's body trembled when he heard this, and in the dark, he slowly clenched his fists.

In the cell, for a moment, there was no sound.

The little girl waited in silence for a while, and when she saw that he did not speak, she thought that he, like the half-demons before, would ignore her.

They are half-demons, poor and miserable half-demons.

They are wise enough to protect their lives and dare not help their fellow kind, but they can't save their lives.

They were the same apathy and numbness, the same knees in the corner, shivering, the same heads bowed, silently waiting for death.

They dare nothing, fear everything, and reject everything.

will only wait for death.

The little girl's eyes were gloomy, so she had to apologize in a low voice, and said, "I'm sorry, just as if Coco didn't say ......"

Yezichu leaned against the dark corner of the wall, not saying a word, the silence was terrible.

His right hand clenched the worn-out woodcutter at his waist, and his dark eyes shone with a strange and angry black glow.

Outside the cave, the night was as dark as ink, and there was no sound.