Demon King’s Repayment

Due to the long distance and snow again, Yuan Xiang'er planned to stay overnight in Xiaodi's house.

When the two women chatted and thought about preparing dinner, the nine-year-old boy had already cooked the charcoal hot copper pot, prepared all kinds of ingredients, and blanched a pot of wine, and invited them to the table. Surrounding the furnace.

Outside the house, the north wind blows across the ground, the evening snow is full of snow, the thousand mountains are cold and mist, and thousands of miles are frozen.

At this time, being able to sit around the table, eat hot pot with friends, and sip two small drinks is a great joy in life.

Although Ah Zeng is not good at cooking, it can be seen that he has done his best to raise children in preparing ingredients. There are not only beef and mutton on the table, but also various mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, dates and dried fruits collected in the mountains.

When Yuan Xianger saw the various washed and cut mushrooms on the table, he remembered an interesting event.

"Since you sent Matsutake mushrooms to our house last time, Nanhe saw him. He also learned to pile all kinds of small mushrooms at the door of my house. They are poisonous, non-toxic, edible and not edible. Hahaha. I was poisoned to death."

"Xiao Nan is not like I have lived in the world for so many years. How does he know how squeamish you humans are, as long as you eat a mushroom by mistake, you may lose your life." As he said, he moved quickly to shake it up. The food piled in the bowl of Han Youzhi beside him.

"So Xiao Nan is back with you again? How did you get him back?" Ah-Zi raised his glass to his lips, smiling, and drinking two cups of sake made her beautiful face even more charming. .

Yuan Xianger laughed and made a fierce expression, "According to what you said, tie him up with a spell and drag him home."

Han Youzhi who was eating seemed to be taken aback. He hid behind Ah Di and gently pulled her sleeves.

"It's okay, it's okay, Xiang'er was just joking," Ah Di quickly comforted him, "In fact, sister Xiang'er is so gentle.

"She's terrible. I don't want to go back with her, Sister Ah Di, let me stay here. I cook delicious food for you every day." The thin boy was weak and timid, with no branches to rely on, and pitiful.

"Okay, okay. Xiaoyou will just stay here." Ah Di has already drunk too much.

A young man dressed in white looked at Yuan Xiang'er from behind Ah Z. Ah Z could not see his face, but Yuan Xiang'er could see clearly. This young man was not as weak and helpless as he appeared in front of Ah Di. He looked at Yuan Xiang'er with full of guard and alert.

It turned out to be a cut black.

Although Han Youzhi is still young, Yuan Xianger feels that Ah Di may no longer be the opponent of this nine-year-old.

Human life is short, but it is almost the most complicated creature on this continent. In contrast, monsters with a long life and powerful strength are much simpler.

Ah Zhe didn't drink well and was very greedy for a cup. After a short while, he showed his tail, lying on the table softly and unable to move.

Yuan Xiang'er and Han Youzhi helped Ah Di on the bed together, and when they came out, the nine-year-old boy had already started to clean up the dishes non-stop.

He declined Yuan Xiang'er who wanted to help.

"No need. You are just a guest, don't bother you." Han Youzhi's attitude was cold and alienated.

Yuan Xiang'er sat down and looked at the boy in front of him. He was eight or nine years old, with thin limbs, frostbite and calluses on his fingers, and his movements of cleaning up the dishes were quick and skillful.

"You are young, so you can do it. The hot pot at night is delicious. I have worked hard for you."

Han Youzhi glanced at Yuan Xianger. The girl sitting opposite has fair skin, tender fingers, warm fur, and a velvet collar around her neck. She is obviously a child who grew up in the love of her elders, and she has had that time.

He retracted his eyes, "If you do more of these things, it will naturally happen."

"Do you really want to stay here, don't you go back? After all, this is the world of demons, and you are just a human being." Yuan Xianger said.

"What about demons? They are more like my companions than those relatives who can't wait to **** my blood. I would rather live with them." Han Youzhi gave Yuan Xiang'er a cold look, "What about you? You are also human," Why are you here?"

The little boy squinted his eyes with strong suspicion and suspicion, "You are a warlock, I know that you warlocks all want to catch demons and call them like slaves, just like your cat demon. But it's a pity that Sister Ah Di has me by her side, I won't let you succeed."

He is not a cute kid at all. Yuan Xiang'er barely lost her temper in the face of Doctor Han.

Wu Yuan lifted her head from the dried fish basin: "Meow? Ignorant human beings, the uncle cat came to play in the world. You are a slave, and all of you are slaves."

Only Han Rui has been standing on the table, looking nostalgicly at the busy children in front of him.

"You'er, You'er." He called softly.

His child has a thin face and is close at hand, picking up the leftovers on the table for himself, without responding to his call.

Those little palms that only held the penholder are now covered with scars and calluses, and they are busy quickly. He has gauze on his forehead and scars on his neck. His small face is a whole thinner than Han Rui remembered, and his height has become taller. It seems that he has become a carefree teenager in a short period of time. She has become firm and stable and has everything to do with it.

"Your mother is so petite to you in her own way, never willing you to do any heavy work. I used to worry that you would be too spoiled and difficult to support yourself. I never thought that we would be away for only a year, but you would be good at everything."

"It's all daddy's bad. Dad didn't protect your mother well, and he can no longer protect you to grow up."

Han Rui's heart was full of guilt and pity, and he wished he could reach out and hold his son, whom he had not seen for a long time, in his arms.

It's a pity that people have different paths now. He lives in this cold and stiff body. Not only can he not touch the child's tender face, but also give the child a warm hug. Even the son who is close to him can't even call him.

Fortunately, Yuan Xiang'er could hear his voice.

"Xiaoyou, I am a warlock, who can communicate yin and yang. At the same time, I am also a friend of your parents. Your father asked me... to see you." Yuan Xianger glanced at Han Rui and spoke as he meant.

The boy's hand holding the dishes stopped for a while, he was stunned, bit his lip and turned his face away, "You lie to me."

Han Rui raised his head and looked at the child standing in front of him: "You'er, she didn't lie to you. My father missed you very much, and he promised to buy a Lantern Lantern for my son that day, but finally broke his promise. My father was really ashamed. "

Yuan Xianger: "I didn't lie to you. Your father missed you very much. He promised to buy you a lantern for the Lantern Festival that day, but he didn't do it. He has always felt guilty."

The eyes of the young boy who had been acting mature and stable suddenly turned red.

"Really, really? You saw my father...Is there anything he has left for me, father?" He lowered his head, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, and felt sad like a real nine-year-old child. , "Does my father think I am very useless? I didn't guard Yongji Hall, and even hid in the mountains not wanting to see those wicked people again. Father must be very disappointed in me."

His teary eyes fell on the porcelain man on the table. Obviously it is a motionless ceramic doll with a stiff face and frozen brows and eyes. But for some reason, Han Youzhi could always feel that the thin eyebrows seemed to be staring at him all the time, which made him feel a sense of kindness from the bottom of his heart.

It was the woman who was talking, but he really heard his father's voice in a daze.

"Father and your mother have never blamed You'er. You'er can live such a strong life, which is the greatest pride of your parents. As long as it is your own choice, as long as you can live happily by yourself, father will feel relieved from the heart."

In Yuan Xiang'er's sight, Han Rui's figure appeared from the small porcelain figure, with a faint golden light, stretched out his arms to encircle his crying child.

...

At night, Yuan Xiang'er returned to the room he had cleaned up for her.

Han Rui stood in front of her, straightened his sleeves, and bowed a bow carefully.

"Doctor Han, are you leaving now? You...can you rest assured?" Even knowing that there will be this time sooner or later, Yuan Xianger's heart still couldn't tell.

"As a parent, there is never a time to rest assured of their children. Now, it is gratifying to see You'er that he can be so independent and strong. That lady, that lady, is as kind and generous as you said." He lightly Sigh lightly, "And I can't do anything, I should go where I should go earlier, Liniang is still waiting for me over there."

"Doctor Han," Yuan Xiang'er couldn't help but ask, "You have saved countless lives in your life, but in the end you met a wolves-like villain. Do you think it's not worth it?"

Han Rui lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "The joy of a gentleman is worthy of looking up to the sky, not falling down on others, and inherent shortcomings, which is enough. Besides, if it is not the case, I am afraid I will not get your help from your husband."

Yuan Xianger actually cannot understand the "sage" ethics and morality of this era, which is too pedantic and outdated for her. But I have to say that someone like Han Rui who sticks to kindness and open-mindedness all his life still makes her sincerely admire.

Because of this, she only likes to live her own little life on weekdays. She, who doesn't like to be nosy, also hopes that she can do more for this gentleman.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"If you can, there is a small matter..." Han Rui said in a soft voice, and said his last request.

"This is just a matter of effort, so feel free to leave it to me."

I don't know when the heavy snow will stop, I opened the window, and the cold night in the mountains, the vast sky, and the shining galaxy.

Han Rui was no longer in the house.

Back in the spiritual world, Wu Yuan didn't know where to go to play. Yuan Xianger sat alone in front of the window, looking at the starry sky and snow scene outside the house, suddenly missed the white furry.

The wooden house here does not have a fire kang, and the window is opened again, and the cold air rolls in from the window along with the starlight.

Yuan Xiang'er couldn't help thinking of the warmth and comfort of being buried in a big furry tail in that tree hole in the same forest.

"Xiao Nan doesn't know what he is doing?" she thought.

Nan He squatted on the mat at the edge of the kang, looking at the starry sky outside the window.

The natural ability of the Sirius tribe is to absorb the power of the stars. It will be clear after the snow tonight, and the starry sky will be extremely bright. It is most suitable for quiet visualization, communication between the world and the stars. But for some reason, he was always a little irritable, and he could not calm down.

He pulled out the triangular rune under his body again, and carefully stared at the red rune on it for a long while. In this day's time, he didn't know how many times he turned out this talisman repeatedly. I want to inject some spiritual power into it, but it seems that there is nothing special that must be said.

Wasting the precious talisman that can only be used three times to do such a silly thing, would you be laughed at? Nan He stretched out his little white paw and fiddled with that triangle over and over.

The red rune on the talisman suddenly lit up, frightening him to jump back a step.

"Nan He? Have you slept yet?" A familiar voice came from Fulu.

Yuan Xiang'er lay on the bed, with the index and middle fingers of both hands close together, holding the talisman in front of him, injecting spiritual energy, and speaking to the lit rune.

After a while, a low and deep voice came from the rune, "Well, not yet."

Xiao Nan is so cold, Yuan Xiang'er rolled half a circle on the bed, did I make a noise?