With a hint of warmth, the pale golden sunlight fell on the windowsill, shining on a lazy flying insect that was resting on it, and the morning breeze knocked on the window, sending a text message that the morning had arrived. Zelas looked up, he hadn't closed the curtains last night, and the yellowish sunlight shone on the still dimly lit room.

Already, in the morning?

Zelas closed the book and stared into the sunlight, his eyes a little silent. Hundreds of years have passed, but time has not changed the sunshine of Shurima. In a trance, he seemed to remember the moment of his betrayal in the dazzling light of that time, and Azir looked at his eyes.

The intense beam of light was his last memory, and then, the catastrophe between heaven and earth moved Shurima to the ground.

“······” Remaining silent, Zelas leaned back slightly, leaning back in his chair. He was a little uncomfortable with such a morning. There is no hardship of survival, no competition for power, and no endless darkness. Just a simple peaceful morning. In his hundreds of years of life, he almost never experienced it.

I picked up the teacup at hand, the tea inside was already cold, and the cold tea entrance carried the bitterness and fragrance unique to some tea powder. There was a faint snoring in her ears, and Zelas's eyes glanced to the bed, where the girl was curled up on the bed, holding the pillow in her arms, the quilt a little messy, and her long black hair on her shoulders. The quiet face slept deeply, the eyelashes trembled slightly, and he breathed shallowly in the gradually clear light of the morning.

Silently draining the tea and putting down the teacup, a faint smile seemed to appear on Zelas's face, and he lowered his head and continued to flip through the books in his hand.

It's nice to be quiet once in a while.

"Corpses in the desert?" In the lobby of the hotel, a drinker asked suspiciously, holding a glass of beer. Early this morning, the guests didn't know why. It's all talking about these things.

"Yes, corpses in the desert." Another guest swallowed the drink in his mouth and said in a sly manner, "It's not once or twice." ”

"There are one or two corpses in this hellish place, and there's no fuss about it." The questioning guest raised his glass disappreciatively: "It would be strange if you said that you hadn't seen a dead person in months." ”

"It's different." Picking up a snack on the plate and throwing it in his mouth to chew, the drinker waved his finger: "Those corpses are different from ordinary corpses." There were no wounds on their bodies, not even signs of poisoning, and judging by the skin and muscles of the corpses, they would not have died for more than three days. But each corpse became like a dried corpse, which was extremely terrifying. ”

"Dry corpse?"

"Yes," the drinker continued, nodding, "I understand that those who know how to do it say that they have been drained of their spirits. ”

"Suck up the spirit, you mean, the one who has been very fierce lately?"

"Kitsune."

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On the desert border, a black-haired woman walks down the road, wearing a dark gray windbreaker robe, which looks a little dirty, but the shabby clothes still can't hide the charm of her body. Born with a seductive cheek, people on the side of the road can't help but look at her from time to time.

Strangely enough, she was wrapped in a nondescript wrap of cloth around her head, as if to block something, and occasionally one or two white pubescence could be seen in the strip.

Looking at her face carefully, if An Chen was here, she would be surprised to find that the woman's face was at least seventy percent similar to herself. The only obvious difference is that the woman has a pair of clear blue eyes.

The woman was walking down the road when her small nose moved, and she turned her head to look at a shop on the side of the road.

It was a steamed bun shop, and the manager of the shop was moving down the steamer with the steam.

"Is this okay?" The woman held a golden coin in her hand and handed it to the boss and asked, "Is that okay?" Two buns. ”

The boss looked at the gold coin in a daze, and for a long time, he quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, of course no problem." As he spoke, he accepted the gold coin, quickly packed two buns and handed them to the woman.

The woman took the bun and walked away slowly.

In fact, she is a monster, a fox demon.

In the forests of Ionia, where it was born, it was a fox like no other, not only with snow-white hair, but more importantly, with intelligence. It can understand human language and live longer, and in her eyes, humans are interesting creatures. At that time, she wanted to be a person.

Perhaps the forest heard her voice, and one day, in the depths of the forest, it found a bead that radiated an indescribable brilliance and was buried in the broken earth. Curious, she stepped forward to see clearly, but the next moment, the bead turned into a ray of light and flew into its forehead. Feeling the pain that it couldn't live on, it fainted.

When she woke up one time, her wish came true, and she became a human being. An extremely beautiful woman. She was ecstatic, excitedly looking at her new body. After some preparations, I walked into the human world with great expectations.

But as she entered human society, she was disappointed, and the ugliness of human beings made her unable to face it. The greedy eyes of men, or the jealous eyes of women, the horror of human nature has driven her to a dead end. People carried torches and swords, ready to burn her to death.

In the end, she released the power of the orb and was able to escape.

After that, she was filled with a dislike for humans. When she knew that the human spirit could hold her to cultivate and gain strength. She began an unbridled slaughter. Became a real youkai.

Her slaughter has come at a price, and humanity has found powerful men ready to kill her. The mighty man had a bow and arrow entwined with purple flames, and terrifying arrows shot out of it, piercing her legs as she fled.

Although it was only a leg, a terrifying cold aura wrapped around the arrow kept eroding her soul.

She was almost dying, turning back into the body of a fox. Just as she was waiting for death, a black-haired teenage girl appeared in front of her.

In her own struggle, she picked herself up, and the other party was very powerful, and she could not pose any threat to her in that powerless situation. In the end, in despair, there is no longer a struggle.

What it was like at that time, she didn't know, only that it was warm and warm, and then, the cold aura that wrapped around her soul actually dissipated. At the same time, because he was close to her body, he actually found that there were some strange powers overflowing from the other party's body, which could not only help her speed up her recovery, but also help her cultivate.

But that wasn't the first thing she thought about at that time, she just looked back at the girl blankly. Then the girl smiled at her.

It was an expression she had never seen on a human face. A good-looking, good-looking expression.

"You can't move for the time being, otherwise, you follow me first, how about it?"

She stayed, by the girl's side, and once again went to human society.

It's just that this time it's completely different from the last time.,Staying by the girl's side.,Everything seems to have become very soft and warm.。

Everyone was smiling, everyone was gentle, and sometimes, the warmth made her ashamed of herself, because she was just a youkai who had killed countless people.

After recovering from her injuries, perhaps because of the power she sucked every day, her humanoid face actually began to resemble hers. But she never reverted to her human form in front of the girl, because she was a youkai, and she was afraid to see the girl's eyes, and she turned from smile to disgust.

She just stayed by her side every day, as a little fox. Look at her in a daze, silent, smiling, foolish, sleepy. That kind of life is easy and satisfying.

Only now, even this little bit of satisfaction, she no longer has it.

"I'll go out and I'll be back soon."

Then, she never came back. 、

Perhaps, she had already discovered that I was a monster.

The paper bag was opened, and the rosy lips gently bit on the bun, and the woman's eyes were gloomy, and her lips trembled.

yes, it's just a youkai.

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In the heart of the desert, endless sand dunes have been re-buried in ruins, and the wind blows dead wood, leaving a dead silence. In the yellow sand, but there stood a city, in the blazing sun, with its grim walls, hundreds of houses, and the palace in the center, everything here looked like a prosperous city. It's just that there is no sound in the city, only eternal silence. When I got closer, I found that the entire city was actually made of sand, and countless gravels surged out of the desert and formed a sand city.

In the city, the streets between the houses are flat, and pedestrians made of sand walk on the roads. Their movements were not stiff in the slightest, walking and communicating silently, doing their own things, but it made Sand City even more weird.

It's like a ghost town, where the spirits of the gravel of the dead linger, recounting how the people lived here long ago.

Palace, a golden-colored figure sits on a throne and looks at the city of His Highness. The look was indifferent. The almost endless runic power of his body escaped outward, and it was he who built the entire sand city, the country he once had, the people he once had.

He was the last emperor of Shurima and the one who performed the ascension ceremony, Azir.

"Rustle." A few small voices rang out in front of Azir, and then, in the sand hall in front of him, a sand-yellow soldier emerged under the composition of the sandstone. He was dressed in the armor of Shurima's personal guards and armed with a spear.

The soldier half-knelt in front of Azir, his head bowed silently. It was as if he was talking to Azir, but there was no sound.

Half-leaning on the throne, Azir tapped his index finger on the armrest of the throne again and again, and remembered in a haughty voice in the palace: "Zelas? It's just that in his voice, the arrogance seems so fragile, and more is the powerlessness that has been through the vicissitudes of life.

"I see, you go down," Azir waved his hand.

The grit soldier's hand clapped on his chest, bowed without a word, and then turned to dust and receded.