What is this concept ...... a demonic one...... Yi'er's face was full of doubts, and he finally understood the general situation of some demon clans, and now there is a new word that seems to be a demon and not a demon.

I said...... That one...... What's the name, Di ...... "For those jerky and awkward names of the demons, Yi'er is really not easy to pronounce.

"Dimon Padorites Adrufa, you can also call Ben Shuai the Devil. Dimon reminded with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

“...... Uh, Dimon ...... Pa, Pa ...... I can't stand it, it's too hard to read. Anyway, you look black, so I'll call you ...... Xiao Hei, no, it's good to call Lao Hei. Il felt that this demon black shadow was thousands of years old, and it made him feel a little awkward in his heart.

Dimon was stunned for a moment, and was just about to protest against the substandard nickname proposed by Il, but Il's side spoke first: "Hey, what is that demon-like enemy you are talking about?"

"Hmph!" Di Meng calmed down, feeling that he didn't need to be a demon marshal with the "child" in front of him, and said seriously: "This problem is related to an internal contradiction that has existed in the clan for thousands of years, for a demon prince like you who has no strength and no memory, it may not be a good thing to tell you now, or it is not too late to tell you one by one when the time is ripe." ”

"Ah......" Yi'er looked dissatisfied, it was obvious that he was very interested in knowing more about the demons, but Lao Hei was reluctant to continue talking about it as an excuse for his own good, who knows if Lao Hei deliberately took revenge on himself because he was dissatisfied with this ugly nickname...... But the mouth grows on him, and Lao Hei doesn't have a problem with him if he doesn't say that Yir has no problem with him.

"It's useless for you to blame Ben Shuai, instead of understanding the things that mean nothing to you now, it's better to find a way to recover your strength as soon as possible, this is the top priority. The old black talk turned around and pointed directly to the key point of the problem.

"Restore your strength?" said Il.

"That's right, when the Japanese handsome broke out of the seal and fought with that little girl and the young swordsman, a lot of demon breath was released, and these breaths may have aroused the vigilance of all forces, and this village may not be peaceful from now on. And at present, with your small body, I am afraid that the enemy can rub you to death with one finger. Lao Hei carefully analyzed the current situation.

"Then what can I do. "For a person who has nothing to do and has been a waste for more than ten years, it is indeed a cruel reality.

"It's not promising! Ben Shuai can go from an inconspicuous one-hearted wild demon, after thousands of years of tempering, to climb the glorious step of the eight-hearted demon god step by step, is it possible that you, as the son of the demon king, coupled with Ben Shuai's teaching, don't you even have this confidence?" Lao Hei reprimanded.

"Uh......" Il was speechless in this reprimand of Lao Hei.

"Do you plan to live in hiding and hiding for the rest of your life? Do you plan to let others slaughter and don't want to control your own destiny? Don't you want to become a strong man who is admired by the world?"

"I ...... I ...... "Il squeaked, I don't know what to do."

"Huh!

......

Swish...... The white light faded instantly, and Il, who didn't react, immediately lost his footing and fell towards the endless black abyss below......

Poof!

"Ah......h......h

At this moment, Il was falling from the bed to the floor in a comical position with his head down and feet up.

"Hurt, hurt, hurt......" Touching his sore neck, Il struggled to get up from the floor.

Was it dreaming before, and why does it feel so real......

"Hey, old black. Ilr tried to call.

...... Silent.

Whether it's a dream or not, it seems that he really Lao Hei. Ilr scratched his head and looked out the window.

Tonight was a moonless night, and it was still pitch black outside. Thick clouds covered the entire village of Camp, and the humid and stuffy air brought an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Looks like it's going to rain heavily......"

The speaker was not Il, but his mother, Seuss, who was standing in the bedroom on the first floor, also looking out the window.

......

Sure enough, for the next five days, heavy rain patronized the village of Camp, which had been shrouded in unease. The rain hit every inch and corner of the village of Kamp, as if God was deliberately washing away the filth of the village.

During the five days of heavy rain, Il's usual routine of helping out at the grocery store was not the slightest bit unusual, as if nothing had happened, even when dealing with Mike and Seuss, who were not his biological parents. Il didn't ask questions about his origins, and in his eyes, the country couple who had cared for him for fifteen years were no different from their real biological parents. This is his home, the home that Il loves so much.

Of course, during this time, in addition to helping out in the grocery store, Mark and Aven's friends often came to him to discuss related expeditions. Speaking of expeditions, Il's mind is now full of warnings that he can't go to the mine again, saying that it is impossible for him not to be afraid of death, but it is difficult to refuse these two enthusiastic brothers, which really makes Il. However, fortunately, the continuous heavy rain in these days has put the plan to explore the western suburbs again and again.

As for Lao Hei, in the past five days, Il's has tried to summon him out, but the result is still in vain.

"This guy...... Hey, it doesn't matter, anyway, Lao Hei promised to alert me if there was danger, and that's enough. "Il doesn't want to spend too much time on Lao Hei, as long as he is cautious and cautious on weekdays, and doesn't go to the western suburbs mine he said. So Ilr gave up his plan to continue calling for the old black.

The rain was still pouring down, and the time inadvertently came to the afternoon of the sixth day......

"Hey, Il! Something is wrong! There's something wrong with the mines!" the man who came to the grocery store with a loud voice to find Il was Mark. And the person who followed not far behind him, ran out of breath and seemed a little lacking in stamina, no need to ask, at first glance it was Aven.

"Is there another accident? Is there another person being killed?" said Il, who was worried about his heart.

"No one was killed this time, but things are no worse than this......" Mark paused deliberately, trying to sell the off. Who knew that Yir was still staring at himself with a calm face, which made him extremely unhappy in his heart. What Mark doesn't know, however, is that Il is trying to act like he normally is fine these days, but his mind has always been in a rather chaotic and uneasy state.

"The mine, the mine has collapsed!" the person who spoke was not the scruffy-looking and rough-haired Mark in front of him, but Evan, who had arrived lately.