I stared at him blankly for a moment, but didn't speak. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course I didn't recognize him, and even if he had taken on a human form, I'm sure I'd never seen him. But I didn't deny what he said, because I recognized another name that came out of his mouth.

"Lu Xun", this is the name of my late father.

Could it be that way, he, made me my father?

"It's been a while, Lu Xun, you haven't changed much! Doesn't that mean that your human appearance will change quickly? ”

I thought about it and felt that I didn't really look like my father. I look more like my mother all in all.

I don't know how stubbornly he saw me as a father.

"How did you end up here?" I asked.

The cicada demon scratched his hair a little embarrassed: "I don't know what's going on, I just remember one day, it seems to be almost autumn, every time it is the beginning of autumn, my mood is not very good, at that time, I smelled a very fragrant flower dew." I followed the direction from which the smell came, and suddenly I didn't know anything. Later, I realized that it was cheated by the demon hunter, but it was a long time before I learned this. ”

"For a long time?"

"It's been a few decades, I don't know. Being imprisoned is always like this, completely unconscious at first, but if the power of this shackle is not enough to destroy me directly, then, as time passes, I will slowly accumulate a trace of power. Lu Xun, I finally managed to gather enough strength to establish a connection with you, thank God you are still here! ”

As he spoke, a smile appeared on the face of the cicada demon, looking very simple, like an ordinary little boy.

Although he mistook me for my father, his words evoked another ripple of association in my heart.

If he is imprisoned, and the shackles are not enough to destroy the imprisoned object, then as time passes, maybe he can slowly regain his senses, accumulate a trace of strength, and use this power to communicate with the outside world?

Somehow, this image overlapped with the missing mysterious man in my mind.

I had decided in my heart that the guy hiding inside me was the white dragon of the god of war who had disappeared for three thousand years without a trace of it. But what if he wasn't missing, but was imprisoned by something?

The thing that imprisoned him was so powerful that it took him three thousand years to let go of a trace of consciousness and connect and communicate with me in that way.

Three thousand years, such a long time, but even so, his breath was still only faint to this extent, like glass that shattered at the touch of a button.

"It's a good day today, Lu Xun, you must go back with me! Actually, not counting the years I've been locked up, you haven't been there for a while, and everyone misses you. Have you forgotten how happy we were drinking and singing together? ”

"I ......"

The cicada demon didn't give me a chance to explain at all, and happily pulled me out of the cave: "Humans are still so troublesome, right? Let's still do the same as before, I'll fly with you! ”

As he spoke, the boy grabbed my wrist, and I only felt that my eyes were dazzled, and my head was dizzy, and my body was suddenly rising in the air.

When I came back to my senses, I found that the cicada demon had regained its original form, and I was sitting on his back, and he was flying through the clouds.

The cicada's back was smooth and there was nothing to hold onto, but he flew steadily, so after the initial panic, my mind quickly calmed down.

After all, I have never experienced flying by a demon like this. Lixia once turned into a giant black panther and flew me home from the sky.

We flew over mountains and rivers, and our eyes were full of lush greenery. The scenery in early autumn is refreshing.

"Do you have a name?" I asked with a gentle pat on the back of the cicada demon.

"What are you talking about?" The cicada demon's voice was full of resentment, "Didn't you give my name?" Dredging – Don't you remember? ”

Did I get it? That is to say...... My father gave it to me, right?

Dredging ......

I felt something strange about someone who would give such a name to a cicada demon, and I couldn't match his appearance with my father in my memory.

There is an ancient poem that reads: "Drinking the dew and flowing out of the dredging tree." Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind. This is exactly the poem that writes about cicadas, and it is a metaphor for personal nobility through cicadas, not to be in the same stream with others.

Someone who can take this kind of name should be a ...... Literary youth, right?

My father was not such a man, I never saw him read literary books, write poetry, run away, and care about distant places.

However, my experience has proven that what the human eye sees is never everything. It wasn't until my parents passed away that I realized they were a mystery to me. They hid everything so well that I never noticed anything different from the rest of my family in my twenty years of life. So, maybe he buried his other self in front of me along with these secrets?

I suddenly felt a little excited in my heart - although everything that happened today was purely accidental, does this mean that I have a chance to learn about my father from another side?

So I didn't say anything, and let him fly me with me, flying very fast and smoothly over the mountains and rivers, until I reached another dense mountain forest.

I'm not sure what kind of mountain it is, but I know it's not too far from where I live. And when we landed in the dense forest, I once again felt the demonic aura scattered in the forest.

I was a little surprised by the demonic aura here - the strange feeling appeared again - there were many places where I felt very familiar, just like the one I felt from the cicada demon.

Moreover, all the familiar demonic energy comes from non-trolls, and my intuition tells me so. These demons are not dangerous to humans at all.

When we descended into the deep forest, those demonic qi suddenly rushed towards us as if they were disturbed.

I slid off the back of the cicada demon and watched in amazement at the demon that kept gathering and appearing in front of me. Most of them were in a relaxed and free state, and they appeared directly in their ontological form, so the corner of the forest where I was standing suddenly appeared in a situation where all kinds of strange-shaped monsters gathered. If it were an ordinary person who saw this scene, he might have fainted in fright.

"Shutong, where have you been for a while? Why don't I see you in a few days? ”

It turned out that it was all attracted by the sudden appearance of the cicada demon, probably because he had not appeared in the years he had been trapped, so it caused some doubts. But in any case, he has been missing for decades, which is almost a lifetime for humans, but this is only "for a while" in the eyes of the demons, just like what we call "a few days no see".

"Don't talk about this yet!" Shu Tong shouted excitedly, "Look who I brought here?" ”

"Land Patrol!!" The demons looked at me for a moment, and then they all shouted excitedly. (To be continued.) )