Drinking with demons always has a joy that you can't get with humans. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info At the wine table where human beings get together, if it's good if it's three or five close friends, if it's a social meeting between people who are not familiar with it, you have to force a happy face, and if you say something insincere, it's actually very unhappy. Unfortunately, human feasts are mostly in that situation.

But it's different with demons, their hearts don't have as many twists and turns as humans, all verbal communication is from the heart, and when you don't want to speak, you can not say it at all, and no one will have a grudge against you in the depths of their hearts. Moreover, the singing and dancing skills and juggling skills of these demons are often unexpected!

Half-drunk, our relationship is quite harmonious. The wine in the rough clay cup has a soft, mellow taste, and is clearly fermented for a long time.

Only demonic sake can have the patience to experience so much time without feeling wasted, right?

Thinking that my father would teach a group of demons to make wine by hand always makes me very amused.

"Actually, I've been saying that I'm not a land patrol at all, why don't you believe it?" I touched my glass with them and said.

"Not Land Patrol? Could there be two people in the world who smell exactly the same? ”

"The taste? …… Maybe it's because we're father and son......"

"Father and son? Do you mean, you're the son of Lu Xun? …… No......" said a demon who seemed to have a lot of experience, "I've seen a lot of humans, even fathers and sons, their tastes are completely different!" So, stop kidding, you can't fool us! ”

"I ......"

"Hmm, wait a minute!" Just when I felt that I was at a loss for words, a demon who had turned into a rather calm middle-aged human form suddenly came over and looked at me again, "Speaking of which, it seems that human beings will soon become old, right?" This seems to be the rule of the human world, and no human being can break this rule. ”

"That's right." The cicada demon I rescued said, "At first, I thought it was strange, because I was trapped in that place, and it has been twenty or thirty years, but Lu Xun has hardly changed!" But then I thought about it, and I used all my strength to ask for help, but it was Lu Xun. If he wasn't Lu Xun, how could he come to save me? ”

"I'm really not Lu Xun, my name is Lu Shining, and I am Lu Xun's son." I said, "However, the person who heard your cry for help was indeed me, in a dream...... But I'm really not Lu Xun, and I don't have any memories of him and you. Actually, I, I want to know ...... too."

Later, my voice weakened.

I found that this was the truest thought in my heart. I want to know about the one who was with them, I didn't know anything about it...... Father's business.

"Isn't it really a land patrol......

After a period of silence, the demons sitting together put down the wine glasses in their hands one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into a faint sadness.

"If I call Lu Xun, but you are here, then it means ......" As a straightforward demon, the cicada demon Shutong still couldn't say the last few words.

I nodded.

"Yes, my father has ...... He passed away not long ago. ”

There was silence for a long time, and finally, someone finally spoke: "Sure enough, human life is really short......

The demons present all looked sad. A demon hunter, after his death, actually gained so many demon thoughts and memories, no matter what others think, I feel that this is also a special achievement.

After sighing for a while, everyone started drinking and chatting again. This time, however, there was a bit of bitterness in the thickness of the wine, and there was a lot of nostalgia in our conversation.

The demons asked me about my father, but I didn't know anything about my father, who was a demon hunter, so I could only tell them about my father's daily life like a normal person. So, unconsciously, the conversation moved in the direction I had hoped for, and it became what they told me about my encounter with my father.

I heard many fragments of the story, and I couldn't help but feel more and more excited, and the image of the other side of my father gradually became full in my heart.

However, the most impressive thing is the paragraph that the cicada demon Shutong told me.

I realized that the reason why Dredok Tong had turned into a thin human boy and remained so far was because when he first met my father, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, which was younger than my current age.

At that time, Shu Tong had experienced many years of ignorant cultivation, and had just been promoted to a demon, and he understood the truth that grabbing the spirits of other living beings could improve his own cultivation. However, he is only the lowest being who has just turned into a demon, so the safest predators can only be limited to ordinary creatures and humans.

Ordinary beings, those thoughtless animals and plants, can provide too little amount of spirit, even if they are consumed all day long, it will not be of much help to cultivation. And the monsters that are more advanced than humans, due to their different attributes, it is difficult to judge their particularity, so there is still a great danger in hunting.

The only thing that isn't dangerous is humans.

Humans are not weak, and their most powerful weapon is their mind. With the help of powerful minds, they created machines to replace their emaciated limbs, turning the world upside down. They have created powerful weapons that have the power to destroy even the natural environment on which all living beings depend—air, soil, water—in an instant—and that race now has the power to blaspheme.

The irony is that the weapons that humans have created with all their ingenuity are ultimately used against their own people. They are both strong and weak, because they simply do not have the ability to recognize non-human beings such as demons and demon gods. And the invisible enemy is the enemy that cannot be dealt with at all.

Therefore, for low-level demons, humans are the best targets to hunt. All unseen threats frighten them, and they can easily succeed, and because they have deeper minds and stronger emotional fluctuations than any other race, their weak bodies provide a great deal of spirits. Demons love to eat people, and hunting them is simply worth the price.

Therefore, the first hunting target chosen by the cicada demon was a human boy who was lost alone in the depths of the mountains and forests for some reason.

The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was a refreshing and beautiful boy. At present, this forest is inaccessible, even if an adult enters alone, he will unconsciously feel palpitations and panic, but this young man is calm and relaxed, without a trace of panic.

Since he has met, then, it is him!

The boy raised his head unconsciously, and his eyes were very dark and bright, like morning stars. The cicada demon looked at those clear eyes, and suddenly hesitated a little in his heart. (To be continued.) )