Chapter 10 Those Lost Demon Soldiers
Yin Linger spit out her tongue playfully, then squeezed her lips and said tentatively, "Let's tell this good news to father and mother. They will be very happy to know!" After saying that, he carefully looked at his brother's expression.
My brother has been forced to leave home since he was a child and has been bullied outside. I'm afraid the resentment in his heart will not be less...
After listening to Yin Linger's words, the little tail shook his head and said nothing. He also wants to tell his father and mother that he is Jiuwei, but will they believe it?
Before he really cultivated nine tails, even he was not sure whether he was nine tails... Even if there were many facts that proved this!
For a long time, the little tail gently exhaled a turbid tone and said helplessly, "Before I really cultivate nine tails, telling others will only make people laugh. What's more, my first tail hasn't grown yet..." He turned around and looked at his bald tail and the eight small forks that had begun to take shape.
Yin Linger listened to her brother's words and nodded helplessly. When she first heard her brother say that she was Jiuwei, she also looked disbelieving, not to mention those people who had always looked down on her brother...
"Actually, I don't want others to know that I am Jiuwei..." For a long time, the little tail shook his head and remembered his father's disgusting eyes. If he told his father that he was Jiuwei, his father would be very happy. He would definitely welcome me back to the family with a big smile... He would not hesitate to accept me...< /P>
But is that what I want? No! I don't want to be accepted as Jiuwei. I want to be recognized by everyone again as a small tail! I want to become a legendary demon fox as great as the fox ancestor!
Thinking of his lofty ideals, the little tail smiled firmly and said to Yin Linger with a doubtful face, "The nine tails that people admire can't be small tails, and the little tails that people hate can't be nine tails. And I'm just a little tail, nothing else! Therefore, as long as you know about Jiuwei, only you won't confuse me with Jiuwei.
After listening to her brother's words, Yin Linger seemed to understand, but she was very sure that whether it was the nine tails that that that person admired or the little tail that that that person hated, it was her beloved brother!
So, she nodded gently, and no matter what decision her brother made, she would raise her hands to agree!
Looking at the sister who was still puzzled, but nodded gently, the little tail smiled happily. Although the sister did not understand his words, her behavior has explained everything. The nine-tailed representative is a false name, and the little tail is her real brother! The reason why she did not hesitate to follow the words of the little tail is not because the little tail is nine tails, but because the little tail is a small tail, no one is, just her brother - the little tail!
With a smile, the little tail gently asked about Yin Linger's campus life, and then humbly asked her sister for the relevant points of stone skin surgery...
The afterglow of the sunset is getting colder and colder. In the empty Ruins attic, the lonely air is getting warmer and warmer. The small tail and thin beast body beats between the tall bookshelves, constantly demonstrating the newly learned stone skin technique, while Yin Linger eats pastries and laughs to guide and solve puzzles his brother.
The long time slowly flowed through the warm conversation and laughter and hard practice. When the little tail learned the stone skin technique, there was already a bright light outside the attic.
After the little tail helped Yin Linger collect the snack basket and send away Yin Linger, he carefully lit the candles everywhere in the attic, and then turned on the nine-turn Xuangong again. Today, it's his turn to be on duty. Isn't it a big waste not to practice for a long night?
The attic of the ruins at night is dead. In addition to the sound of insects outside the house, it is the faint sound of the wind, and it is the violent sound of the candlelight.
Sitting quietly cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes, breathing gently, keeping the mysterious seal of his fingertips unchanged for a long time, and the little tail was surrounded by colorful streamers again.
The colorful streamer shines with constant brilliance, and the candlelight has lost their original glory...
When everything was silent, a soft sound shocked the little fox demon who was immersed in cultivation. His eyes suddenly opened, and the little fox demon looked around warily.
"Dong, Dong~" mechanical and rhythmic footsteps came from the upper floor of the attic.
Here we go again! How many times is this?
The little tail shrank his neck in fear, squeezed his lips, and carefully walked up the stairs to the second floor. This was his job. Even if he was afraid, he had to harden his scalp.
Gently pushed open the door of the second-floor attic, and the sound of stepping stopped abruptly as usual. The little tail breathed a sigh of relief, and countless cold sweat had accumulated in his palms. Although it was the same every night, he was still scared.
He has reported this strange situation, but he has not seen any response from it until now. He also asked Xiao Duner if he had encountered a similar thing, but Xiao Duner always shook his head affirmatively first, and then nodded uncertainly. Later, the little tail knew that the little pier slept to death every night, and it was impossible to hear any sound...
With the shimmer of candlelight in his hand, the little tail shrank his head and looked at the various demon soldiers displayed around him, and then gently stroked them one by one. Although they were all abandoned demon soldiers of the ethnic group, they still had a lot of attraction to the little tail!
The demon soldier, as the name implies, is the blade of the demon clan. However, they are not blades in the traditional sense. The so-called demon soldiers are the magic weapons of the demon clan. They are not only extremely tough, but also amazingly powerful.
Unlike the human race, the human race can also use other magic weapons in addition to practicing its own magic weapons, and most of the demon clan will only use one demon soldier in their lifetime, unless your demon soldier dies!
In the eyes of the demon clan, the demon soldiers are their brothers who share life and death, and the destruction of the demon soldiers is death in their eyes!
Demon soldiers are as good and bad as monks' magic weapons. The quality of demon soldiers depends on three points. The first is innate attributes, the second is growth, and the third is their suitability with their masters. Demon soldiers with high innate attributes can burst into earth-shaking power as soon as they arrive in the hands of the demon clan. However, the quality of most of the demon soldiers depends on the growth of the demon soldiers and their suitability with their masters. The better the growth of demon soldiers, the greater the increase in power that demon power can be achieved in a specific time. For the demon soldiers with a high degree of compatibility with the master, the matching degree with the master's demon power will be very high. Compared with the demon soldiers of the same level, the explosive power is also stronger! Sometimes, it is not difficult for a low-level demon soldier who is very suitable for his master to kill a high-level demon soldier who is ordinary in line with his master!
In the faint candlelight, the dead demon soldiers still exude a fing cold light, as if they are talking about the once glorious past...
Touching the sharp blade broken into two pieces and the rusty knife, the little tail's desire for the demon soldiers became stronger and stronger. Those traces of fighting made his blood boil. How fierce and tragic it would be!
Every demon soldier has a legendary story that has to be told, so the demon clan will not ignore these dead demon soldiers. They know how to cherish them more than human beings, even if they are useless!
In the world of demons, demons with a demon soldier will get the title of demon warrior, which is a glorious but lonely title, but it attracts generations of demons, and the little tail is one of them. He is extremely eager to have a demon soldier of his own, a weapon that accompanies his life!
However, he can only gently touch other people's lost weapons like this...
A gust of wind blew, and the candlelight suddenly went out. After a few breaths, the smoke drifted away with the wind. The little tail sighed gently and walked out of the attic displaying the dead demon soldiers...
Looking reluctantly at the dilapidated demon soldiers, he slowly closed the door, and his little tail gently walked to the first floor.
The depressed little tail did not find it. A moment before the door closed, a demonic broken knife gently returned to its own scabbard...
(Brothers who are still watching, let's get some motivation, one vote to update one chapter, and the code word really needs to be moved! Er... How many times have you asked for tickets?)