My name is Donghuang Ji Er, and I was born in the world-famous demon slaying family, the Donghuang family. The Eastern Imperial Family is most famous for its blood, and any monster that touches our blood will instantly turn into corpse water, powerless to return to the sky.

It is rumored that when I was about to be born, my mother was forcibly fed ten thousand demon water by the head of the family at the time.

It was the only drop of essence refined with 10,000 Inner Pills of the Transformation Demon, supplemented by the so-called "holy liquid" mixed with the resentment of the death of a hundred boys and girls.

After my mother was fed the Ten Thousand Demon Water, she protected me at the cost of her life, and I was about to be born, so I bathed in the Ten Thousand Demon Water that was no longer violent, and completed the baptism warmly, becoming the person who was closest to the ancestor of the Eastern Emperor family in history.

My blood can not only kill demons, but also corrode all things in the world, I have become the most poisonous thing in heaven and earth, the treasure of the Eastern Emperor family, and the stranger in the eyes of my brothers and sisters, no one dares to approach me, not even the head of the family, because my blood is so poisonous that even people who touch my skin ...... will all die.

No one wants to die, let alone die for an unrelated person.

"Look, that dead fetus is coming, far away from him, and if he moves his mind and looks at you, you will be poisoned into corpse water. ”

"So powerful, but isn't he from our Eastern Imperial Family, how can he harm us?"

"Hehe, don't you know? He was baptized by ten thousand demon water in the womb, not only his body was reshaped, but even the seven emotions and six desires in his soul were cleaned, and you look at his eyes, like a dead man...... Shhhh ”

My eyes didn't move, there was a hollow darkness inside, and I walked past the two fellow brothers, and I didn't have to look at them to know that they were now in a cold sweat.

There was such gossip every day, but I didn't care, because they were telling the truth, I had no feelings, I never laughed, I never cried, like a dead fetus before it was born.

The two people who didn't dare to move looked at the young me walking over, and the children who were only as tall as the table brought them a terrible sense of pressure, and after looking at each other, they fled.

In the dark room without any light, I knelt respectfully and watched the head of the house sitting on the chair open and close his mouth, he was my father, but he never hugged me, because he was afraid of death.

"Ji Er, go and kill the female snake demon in the cold wind forest. ”

"Yes, father. ”

"Call me the head of the family, you are the holy child of our Eastern Imperial Family, you should know what dignity and humility are. ”

When I was young, I kept using my own blood to kill demons and kill people every day, always coming back with bruises, and then licking my wounds in the narrow house, not feeling sad, just living simply.

When I was ten years old, I stepped into the realm of breaking the dust, which is a realm that people need to look up to, even if it is my father, it is not as strong as me, but I choose to continue to stay in the Eastern Imperial Family, because it is the same everywhere, just alive.

On that day, the earth collapsed, and I stood in the center of the collapse, and thunder fell from the sky, but it fell on me like dust. And in the distance, there is the same thunder ray that is also shining, and I see that it is the direction of the current family.

Has anyone reached the realm of breaking dust at the same time as me?

There was no curiosity in my heart, as if I knew that people were going to eat, and I went back to the empty room and lay down, and I waited quietly for the next order from the head of the house.

"Ji Er, go and kill a minister who opposes the saint. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

"Ji II, go and kill the enemy marshal in the southern battlefield. ”

"Yes. ”

"Ji Er, the northern village was slaughtered by a demon soldier, you go and kill all the demon soldiers. ”

“......”

Kill, Father, will you be happy doing this?

I faithfully carry out all the orders given by my family, whether it is old and young, monsters, or chivalrous people, as long as they are on the assassination list, then they will all die under my sword without exception, and no one will be spared.

As I got older and stronger, the time it took to kill became shorter, and I needed to find something to do instead of lying in bed and looking at the ceiling every day.

In my spare time, I would practice calligraphy, sometimes for more than ten days, because no one would come to see me, and I didn't know the change of the sun and the moon.

Sometimes I feel that life is so boring, in this world, is there no seven emotions and six desires, it is equivalent to nothing, whether it is the outside world, the world in the book, the world on the sword, it is so easy to understand, the feeling of living at the peak of the world is really boring.

I thought so until one day......

The brush stained with ink is rendered on the white paper, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and a line of dignified and elegant font jumps on the paper, but between the lines, but there is no special charm, just like simply constructing a shelf, the word is good-looking, but uncomfortable.

I looked at the calligraphy in front of me lightly, and after practicing calligraphy for five years, I still knew what the problem was as I did in the first year, but I couldn't change it, but I still wrote tirelessly every day as a habit.

It's like everyone else has to sleep every day.

I re-dipped the ink, wiped the brush hair on the inkstone, and just wanted to continue writing, I saw a pale yellow butterfly flying out of the window, rolling in the air a few times, and falling on my paper, the undried ink stained a little on the beautiful wings, and also stained my calligraphy.

I blew the butterfly off my paper, paying no thought of the vignette, and continued to finish my notebook.

I've tried countless fonts, and I've tried more famous posters, but my characters have always been only formal, and there is just a beautiful shell, and such things can't be taken out to see people. I put down the brush and felt that I could give up, and I would throw away the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone tomorrow.

"You write so beautifully, why don't you write?"

The body that was just about to get up suddenly paused, and subconsciously looked at the pale yellow butterfly that I blew away was standing next to my paper, curiously looking at the words I wrote, and the thin glutinous sound came from it.

Under the pale yellow wings the size of a palm, there is a small body, she wears clothes made of flower petals, very small, similar to the head of a brush, the fragrance of nectar is absent, pink carved jade, small and exquisite.

Heh, if you perceive it carefully, you do have a faint demonic power, no wonder you didn't recognize it at the first time.

The merciless gaze fell on her, and the little goblin was startled, and rolled behind him a few times, and when he stopped, he shivered with fright, and crouched in the corner and looked at me pitifully.

After looking at her for a long time, in the face of this little goblin who could be wiped out, I really couldn't mention the slightest interest.

"Let's go. ”

I turned off the light and lay back on the bed, and in the faint moonlight, I fell asleep peacefully, and with the best of my blood, nothing that was not a weapon could hurt me.

Of course, if it hurts me, it would be better, maybe Meng Po Tang can give me back my seven emotions and six desires, and let me be a person again, not a puppet.

There was nothing to say all night, but the early morning sun fell in front of my desk, and a piece of paper blew into my room along the wind, I opened my eyes and took down the piece of paper in the air, it was the family that had a mission.

Armed with the family sword, I pushed open the door and heard a faint sound of breathing, and turned my head to look at a white flower on the table, which now had a pale yellow wing, and the peaceful sleeping face of the little man in it was even more lovely than the flower itself.

I frowned, a little dissatisfied, but with the family summons imminent, nothing was more important than this.

The door of the room closed lightly, the sun fell on the flower, with a warm fragrance swept the little person hidden in the petals, she exhaled like an orchid, the thick eyelashes quietly covered the closed eyeline, the goose-white cheeks were slightly flushed, and if she looked carefully, God actually gave her a delicate and extraordinary appearance.

She is a natural goblin who is favored by heaven and earth, but she accidentally fell into a man's room who does not know love.

After a long time, the door was opened again, and I had returned from a mission, this time to kill a family in the city, which was very easy, but in an hour I had made them disappear from the world.

As for the reason why they should die, I don't care.

I glanced at the bed and felt like I had something to do before I went to sleep.

I took out a piece of cloth, I put all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone I have used for the past five years and put it on, along with the white flower and the little man in the flower, and in the process of cleaning up, I heard an exclamation, but still tied the cloth in a dead knot, and then threw it out of the window, and then the servant would naturally take it away and throw it away.

Lying on the bed, I stared blankly at the roof, where there were three cracks in the tiles, and a small spider web in the left corner. Although it was early in the morning, my heart was waiting for the night to come, and the stars in the sky were more difficult to count, and it would be a little better than now.

A little head probed into my window, looked at me, and then immediately retracted, and after a while he felt that there was no danger, he tiptoed up and down the window, and sat down by the window, kicking his legs into the air gracefully.

"Being weak doesn't mean you can be stupid," I said suddenly, "do you really think I won't kill you?"

The leprechaun jumped up and flew out of the window in terror, revealing half of his body to look at me, a pair of pale yellow wings fluttering in the air, and those wings were like sunflower petals in the sunlight, elegant and refined.

"Tell me, who told you to kill me. I've been to so many places and killed too many people that if you don't say it, I really can't know. ”

"It's the ...... of Ghost Gate Mountain"

She was timid, and then she hid her whole body again, leaving only one eye to look at me.

I thought about it for a moment and came to my senses: "Oh...... Recently, I went to Ghost Gate Mountain, it was to kill a 400-year-old starling spirit, I took advantage of its head to eat up, and when it exposed its neck, I killed it with a sword, you came to help it take revenge? But your demon power is too weak. ”

"No, it's not revenge!" The little goblin was a little anxious, and flew out and shook left and right in front of me: "It's to repay the favor!"

Repay the kindness? I will be grateful for killing countless living beings?

She exclaimed, "I am the butterfly that was eaten by the starling spirit, and you killed it to save me!"

I paused for a moment and thought about it, but the starling's meal seemed to be a butterfly.

"But you're too weak to help me with anything, so let's go quickly, once found out by other people in the family, you'll die a miserable death." ”

I poured a glass of wine and took a sip, and the aftertaste was endless, just a little bitter.

When the little goblin heard what I said, he didn't know how to refute it, flapped his wings and flew away dejectedly, and looking at her magnificent figure in the sun, I poured another glass of wine and drank it all.

This is just a small episode in my endless years of captivity, my life is still the same as before, I should sleep and sleep, I should kill demons and kill demons, nothing has changed, except occasionally I will see a faint flash of pale yellow in the mansion, and I don't know if it is her.

One day, when I was practicing my sword, I forgot the time, and when I was exhausted, I fell to the ground and looked at the starry sky, remembering that I hadn't been to my mother's tomb for a long time, so I stood up and shook a few times and fell to the ground.

How long have I been practicing the sword? a month, two months, I can't remember exactly......

There was a rumbling sound from my stomach, even if it was a dust-breaking realm, I still needed to eat, at this time, a burst of rice fragrance wafted in the air, and I wondered in my heart, how could someone come to deliver food to me?

When I sat up and turned my head to look, I saw a pale yellow butterfly carrying a plate five or six times larger than itself fluttering in the air.

Finally crawled out of the ground, she was covered in dust, her face was black, she learned the etiquette of human beings kneeling down to worship the king, knelt on the ground and bowed to me a few times, with a flattering face.

"Are you hungry?"

I was silent, looked at her for a long time, and in her great anticipation, I picked up the rice bowl on the plate and ate it slowly, not to mention, this dish is quite delicious.

I saw a wine bottle with a few peach blossoms embroidered on it, it was a bottle that I had never seen before, I hadn't drunk water for many days, and I happened to be a little thirsty in my throat, so I took a few sips.

It was a faint sweetness exploding on the tip of my tongue, the soft and warm water flow across my throat, instantly driving my dryness away, the fragrance of peach blossoms around me, as if there was an elf laughing softly and kissing the tip of my nose, like falling flowers, the fragrance was so sweet that people were overjoyed.

Unexpectedly delicious.

"This wine ......" I shook the bottle, and it was empty after a few sips: "Where did it come from?"

"It's ...... I brewed it myself, Sister Peach Blossom happened to bloom recently, asked me to go over to help pollinate, I picked some nectar, remembered that you like to drink, so I made this bottle of wine with peach blossom nectar......"

I nodded and bowed my head to eat. Her little toes spun around on the ground, as if hesitating about something.

"You...... Don't have any friends?"

I paused, looked at her, the little goblin's face had a sad and angry expression of a strong man's broken wrist, asking this question was like fighting for her life, I thought it was a little funny, but the innate lack of emotion didn't make me laugh.

"Not only do I have no friends or relatives, I don't even have feelings, and others are afraid of me, because if they touch me, any living being will die, melt, and disappear. ”

"Huh?" she was dumbfounded, "Aren't you lonely?"

"I don't have a heart, how can I feel lonely?"

The light of the moon fell, sprinkled on the man's clean and dusty face, pursed lips with a little stubbornness, and when he said those words, the cry of the wind, the rustle of the leaves, at this moment all the noise dissipated in an instant, but everything seemed to have changed no longer important, between heaven and earth, he was the only one left.

He was speechless about his loneliness.

His cold back faded into the night, she blinked her big curious eyes, and the wings behind her fluttered slightly, sprinkling a little crystal, falling to the ground and turning into dust, proving that she had met him tonight.

In the morning, the sun cut through half of my desk, and I lifted the flask next to me and poured it up, feeling that it didn't taste as good as last night's peach nectar.

I haven't received the task of the family for a long time, but I feel a little idle, so I'll go to practice swords later.

As I was thinking this, a wine bottle embroidered with roses suddenly appeared in front of me, swaying in the air, and I looked closely, and there was indeed a pair of pale yellow wings behind the wine bottle.

With a flick of her fingers, a wave of energy flew away, flicking away the butterfly with only pale yellow wings, and the bottle was gone and fell steadily on the table.

"Maybe I've been so merciful to you that you've been too presumptuous. ”

She rolled in the air a few times, and then flew back to the table in front of me, her voice small and thin, with crying and trembling, and muttering to herself: "I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I just saw that you like to drink, so I took the initiative to bring you a bottle of wine made from rose nectar......"

I looked at her for a long time, picked up the bottle and drank it in a few sips, although it was a different nectar, but the wine felt similar, it seemed to be mixed with a strange condiment or spice, warm and delicious, and sweet and long, which was very appetizing to me.

"Get out of here, this is not a place for you to stay, if you want to repay the favor, this bottle of wine is my reward for saving you. ”

"I ...... I want to stay here with you, I don't want you to be lonely......"

"Accompany me?" I gently slit my palm, and a drop of blood fell, passing through the table without any hindrance, and falling into the ground, melting into a bottomless hole.

"Touch me and you'll die, you know?"

"Even so, I want to be with you," she tried to tilt her little face to get closer to me, "maybe you think that saving a little butterfly is not a big deal, but for that butterfly, the person who saved her is all she will pay attention to except flowers." ”

"You say you don't have feelings or hearts, but I do. I will be very happy when I drink nectar every day, I think maybe nectar represents happiness, I bring you my nectar, it is equivalent to bringing my heart to you, I hope ...... You can taste the joy of my nectar. ”

"I am humble, but I have wings! I can bring you all the nectar of the mortal world, let you taste all the pleasures, please let me accompany you, let me follow you......"

"Please let me ...... Be your wings. ”

Become...... My wings?

At this moment, there was a wind mixed with red flowers, and the sound of the light was long, rushing into my small and dark room, washing away the smell of decay, my clothes were white and snowy, and my long sleeves fluttered gently with the wind in the quiet room, and a few ink books on the table were filled with dark fragrance.

The determination and hope on the face of the little person in front of me were a little blurry in a trance, like a dream, and I woke up when I touched it, and those words fell into my heart like a gentle rain, and the water surface that had never been disturbed made ripples, extending far and wide.

I didn't respond to her request, but every time she came to this room, she was never driven again.