half demon glass

Chapter 446: Memories from Thousand Years Ago ([-])

But every time Dad wakes up, he seems to be a different person, hugging her again and crying to apologize.

Then treat her even more severely, teach her the way of life, and let her not have any feelings for anyone, even if it is death, she can only put the honor of Nanjiang on the most important position in her heart, and remember it firmly The mission of being born as a saint in southern Xinjiang.

She is not happy, not at all.

She didn't feel the warmth until the little fox appeared.

Later, she asked the maid, why can she sleep so peacefully when the little fox is around?

The maid replied that it was because she felt accompanied.

Yes, it's companionship. In the entire Southern Xinjiang, only the little fox has seen her in the most embarrassing state. She has seen her being indifferent in front of others and lonely in back. After waking up from a nightmare, she hid under the quilt and cried silently.

She even felt that if one day she ceased to be the Saintess of Southern Border, lost her spiritual power, and even became a detested appearance, only the little fox would not choose to leave.

She was drunk, drunk by the bonfire, leaning on her newly made bamboo chair and fell into a deep sleep.

When the silver-haired boy saw her sleeping, he looked like a child who hadn't grown up, and when he opened his eyes, the appearance of the villain was completely different, as if they were two people.

He sighed helplessly, picked her up from the bamboo chair, and walked into the muddy dilapidated house.

"You wild girl, you are disgusting when you wake up, but you are much cuter when you sleep."

"After chatting with me for so long, you didn't tell me your name, and I don't bother to ask, although I can't tell you my name."

"But you live in the mountains and are so unruly, how about I call you Ah Man from now on?"

"In this world, no one has ever called you that. This name should only belong to me, right?"

What a proud person he is, and how proud he is. He always only likes unique things, and if he doesn't possess them completely, he would rather not have them at all.

If someone who knew him saw his quiet eyes looking at the little beggar, he would definitely feel that he was possessed by an evil spirit!

Otherwise, how can a person like him who kills people without blinking an eye, even his own siblings, who is almost more terrifying than evil spirits, have such a peaceful time?
That's right, when he killed his so-called elder brothers, he didn't even blink, as if he wasn't the one who killed them at all.

After a long time, he also thought countless times, why would a person like him be so special to a dirty little beggar?
Later, he had the answer in his heart.

Because they are all the same people.

The same loneliness, indifferent before others, sad behind others.

She said that everyone is afraid of her, afraid to talk to her, afraid to make friends with her, she has long been tired of such a life, but living in the mountains is very happy.

Can--

Why is he not?
If it hadn't been for some accidents at the beginning, how could he have been reincarnated to avoid danger, trapped in such a... mortal body without the strength of his abdominal muscles?

Now that 18 years is approaching, he could have left, but suddenly he felt reluctant.

Lying on the bed, the little beggar who should have fallen into a deep sleep suddenly frowned and curled himself into a ball, trembling all over his body as if dreaming of something terrible.

There was a trace of distress in his eyes, he gently stretched out his hand, brushed towards her brow, smoothed the frown, but saw his right hand was suddenly held tightly by someone.

(End of this chapter)