Although the time for the light to emerge was very short, at that moment, I still vaguely felt a strange yin qi.

In Haishi, every aura I sensed was not pure, like this yin qi, which was mixed with a little evil qi, a little miasma, and some filth.

To be precise, miasma and filth are not specific aura, but the feelings that those complex auras bring to me, and I immediately understand them as "temperament".

Really, the light seemed clear, but it did give me a rotten, dirty feeling, as if there was a miasma like a rotting swamp on it, and a thick layer of dust fell on the surface of the swamp.

Lilith slowly pressed the crack of the door wide, and whispered into the crack of the door, "Little baby, I'm back." ”

As soon as she opened her mouth, I almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood on the back of her head, and that breath, with a heart-rending breath in intimacy, made the roots of my ears like maggots, itchy and numb.

Seriously, I always hate this kind of pretentious snort, not to mention that this sound still comes from the mouth of an old lady who has lived for thousands of years.

If it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, I would have really wanted to give her a punch.

Soon, a stiff voice came from the house: "It's not dawn outside, why are you back?" ”

The voice sounds very strange, like a woman and a man speaking at the same time, the two voices overlap, like a hollow echo attached to the main tone, but no one can tell, the female voice and the male voice, which is the main voice and which is the echo.

It sounded strange to me, but Lilith didn't show any discomfort at all, and then she smiled: "I came to save you with a demigod." ”

Demigods?

I frowned at Lilith, who turned her head and grinned at me.

What the hell is this doing again?

After a moment, the strange voice sounded again: "Come in." ”

Lilith then led me into the house.

In this so-called red house, you can't actually see anything red at all, from the paint on the walls to all the furniture and lights, they are all between black and yellow, the light color of the lights is the lightest, and the color of the lampshade is the darkest.

A man in a robe stood behind a tall lamp, with a beard and long hair in a shawl, and his body exuded the majesty of a man and the charm of a woman, whose body was too thick to be seen.

I know that this person in front of me is Ymir.

His mood can be described in two words: questioning.

Questioning everything in this world, including himself.

I guess he must have been traumatized by the extreme psychological trauma after he established his view of time, which is why he became what he is now.

Lilith let out of her steps and rushed to Ymir like a cheerful kitten, giving her a big, long hug.

In the face of Lilith, Ymir still has vigilance in her heart, but this vigilance can't resist the attraction of Lilith.

I could feel that Ymir was looking down at Lilith with possessiveness in his eyes, and he wanted to take this woman for himself and would never allow others to covet her.

The next moment, Ymir raised his head and turned his gaze to me, his eyes full of hostility and jealousy.

The reason for my jealousy is that I just walked with Lilith.

The hostility was due to the fact that he thought I might have taken Lilith away from him.

I sighed in my heart, uncle, Ymir is the kind of person I don't want to touch.

But it's also very simple to deal with people like him, first crush him with strength, and then show enough kindness, that is, as the saying goes, beat a stick to give a candy to eat.

This kind of person has a characteristic, that is, they need someone who is absolutely strong and can be trusted to protect themselves, and to put it bluntly, they need someone to rely on.

But once he sees you as dependent, it is easy to become particularly dependent on you, if you are his emotional dependence, he hates to stick with you every day, and has a strong possessive desire for you, if you are his survival dependence, he will become very vulnerable in front of you, and your inadvertent words may stimulate him.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if your relationship with him is good or bad, he's a big problem.

Alas, if it weren't for the last resort, I wouldn't want to touch this kind of person even if I killed him.

But there is no other option at the moment.

After briefly making eye contact with Ymir, I immediately adjusted my mood, tightened my brow slightly, gave him a simple smile, and nodded at him.

The brow is tightened, but tight but not frowned, and usually gives a harsh, even stubborn, feeling.

And a relaxed smile will make people think that you are more casual.

Through such expressions, I actually attach such a temperament to myself: strong and gentle.

I'm not that kind of person myself, but Ymir loves to deal with people like that.

His gaze calmed a little: "You are the demigod of Lilith's mouth?" ”

I shook my head, "I'm just a cultivator, but my cultivation system is different from your girlfriend's, which may be why she mistook me for a demigod." Alas, the main thing is that she didn't know me, and she had only known me for a day. ”

In other words, I don't know your girlfriend very well, and you don't have to worry that I'll snatch her away.

And I deliberately didn't glance at Lilith when I spoke, and of course Ymir knew how fierce Lilith's charm was, and I did so to create an image of my own pure heart and few desires.

Don't worry, someone like me wouldn't be interested in your girlfriend at all.

Ymir was a lot more relaxed, and he pulled Lilith to sit down in front of the couch, but pointed to the coffee table, which meant that I should stand behind the coffee table and talk to him.

Just kidding, if I did go along with him, he would have looked down on me next.

Instead of standing in his designated place, or running to sit on the couch, I rebelled against him with my sword, but walked leisurely to a treasure shelf and looked at the snuffboxes on the shelf with great interest.

Ymir must be a very avid snuff bottle lover, and the shelves are full of all kinds of snuff bottles, all ages, but the light in the room is not particularly bright, and I can't see the patterns on those snuff bottles even when I look at the shelves.

While looking at the snuff boxes on the treasure shelf, I asked Ymir, "Have you seen those facelings lately, hey, is that what you call them, oh, by the way, you still seem to call them 'demons with cloaks', why do you call them that, do they really have no faces, and they especially like to wear cloaks over their bodies?" ”