Italian First Love Diary

The author has something to say: The student party can choose to write a long commentary of more than 800 words for Cao Deng! Will give JJB red envelopes, which can be used to read the text=3=

Cao Deng previously promised that "Italian Diary of First Love" will not be V during the serialization period, and will be V at the end.

However, due to the publication of the collection data, Jinjiang V has a good list to increase exposure and other reasons. I have also asked many readers for their opinions. After careful consideration, I plan to enter V, V this Friday (April 14). There will be 10,000 words update.

Originally, there was no V, but it was planned to end with one hundred thousand words, but now 70 thousand words. Since V is written, it will be written to 200,000, and the update will be more frequent than before, and there will be Jinjiang coin red envelope draws from time to time.

Those who like me are really grateful to continue to accompany me. I feel that V is inconvenient, so I left. I am also grateful. Thank you for staying with me for such a long and beautiful time.

Finally, Mr. La Ling expressed his apologies for selling his voice, and wish the world be quiet with you. =3=

Twenty people drawn on Ps Weibo will give a gift pack of 10 yuan Jinjiang coins, which can be used for lucky draw and there is an audio of apology from zero gentlemen.

After that, I would follow Mr. Ling to play at his house every night.

Sometimes I went to the mountains to watch the scenery, sometimes I watched him cook rice. I didn't expect that as a demon king, I would have to cook rice by hand. There was no servant to serve.

Ling Jun squinted at me, "How did you survive your age?"

"I can boiled eggs, dumplings, wontons, instant noodles."

Hearing this, he sighed for a long time and stopped speaking.

I lifted my chin and lay on the table, "If I were like you, I would have wings."

"Do you want to have wings?"

"Yes, like you, have natural wings."

As if thinking of something, Mr. Ling sneered, "My wings are not born."

"Huh?" I was puzzled.

"Someone threw me off such a high cliff. If I don't want to die, then I have to grow the wings of the devil."

"What does it mean?"

"For example, why do people make armor?"

"In order to prevent injuries, armor will be made."

"So, if he has been living steadily and has never been injured, how can he deliberately make something like armor?"

I still don't quite understand, but Ling Jun refused to say any more, "Anyway, as long as you want, you can grow the wings of the devil."

I nodded hesitantly, and quickly left his words behind.

The happy time did not last long. Once, when I went back to the room, my family found the clue, "Where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere." I am dead and will not shake out Mr. Ling. He is my only hope, a secret that I can't speak to others. I will never let anyone destroy him.

"There is a strange smell on the grass lantern..."

"It's the devil! She smells like a devil! It can't be wrong!"

"Heart, heretics!"

"Burn her to death, burn her to death! How can you abandon the family? It really humiliates the family!"

Human beings are always accustomed to drifting with the crowd. As long as the public thinks it is right, they will rush to do it, lest they be taken advantage of by others. As a result, there are more and more people doing wrong things. Because of the heavy losses, they never confess their heinous crimes.

They decided to burn me to death for many reasons: I could not obey their arrangements and plan for their benefits; I was shocked by what they did, and they couldn't tolerate me.

Besides, I still collude with the Demon King-they don't care if this is a good Demon King or a bad Demon King.

That night, I was tied to a wooden frame on the edge of the cliff, and firewood was piled underneath. As long as the raging flames burned the wooden frame, I would fall off the cliff.

I looked at their faces and no one came forward to discourage the executioner. They spread word of mouth the "bad things" I did, and they believed in them.

The fire ignited, thick black smoke wrapped around my side, and the wooden frame began to make a dangerous "creaking" sound. At this moment, the wooden shelf suddenly broke, and I broke off the rope that bound me and fell off the cliff.

As I walked around and watched flowers, I remembered a lot of past events-in my life, it seems that I have never done what I like according to my heart. I have always been like a puppet, being carried by people. If I can live again, I will definitely enjoy life as I want.

If possible, I also want to...grow out the wings of the devil.

This thought only existed for a moment, and soon someone hovered down and caught me.

Huh, is it Mr. Zero?

I stammered, "Maybe it's genetically different, I didn't grow wings."

Mr. Ling held back for a while and said, "I just want you to think that I'm great, but actually my wings are born."

"Oh."

[End of Extraordinary]

Before I "know to repent", my family will definitely not release me.

Think about it carefully, since I was little, how many things I have abandoned in order to echo my family. I went to a normal school according to their arrangement, just because they wanted me to live by the rules, and for this reason I gave up my admission qualification to the Magic Academy.

Before I met Mr. Zero, I might give up lightly. But when he saw him being expelled from his hometown alone in order to disobey the family arrangement, he was drifting away, enduring the wind and rain all the way, and never surrendered... I was also moved.

That night, wait until the blood moon rises from the deserted wilderness.

Mr. Ling appeared quietly like a shadow, not knowing when he had already stood outside the window.

I was excited and lowered my voice and shouted: "Zero Jun?"

"Are you still locked in?"

"I can't go out yet."

"Then do you figure it out?"

"I thought, but my family didn't agree..."

Ling Jun frowned and asked me puzzledly: "Why do I have to get the consent of my family?"

"Because..." I opened my mouth and couldn't say why, "Because I am afraid of them being angry, afraid of them angering me?"

"Are you afraid of beating and scolding? Can cry and hurt?"

I recalled the scene, "I'm not afraid of it, whether it's hitting or cursing, I don't have any emotions. I'm just afraid of them being angry..."

"It's not right for you to think this way. You are afraid of them being angry, but they are not worried that you will be in pain. This kind of family affection is not equal to love. Besides, you are you, you have your life, why do things go through others? Agree?"

He was the first person to say this to me. After thinking about it, it made sense, but I still didn't recover.

"Do you want to come out?" Ling Jun asked me, he was still smiling, but this time he was slightly ill-intentioned and his smile was a little wicked.

"How do I come out? Also, I'm still afraid, or I don't want them to find out."

"Don't worry, I will send you back at dawn." Ling Jun made a promise impatiently. After a while, "Well...I went to the Magic Academy, so I know a little magic. But when I cast a spell, you need to close your eyes. You must not peek, okay?"

"Okay." I closed my eyes obediently, and through my eyelids, I could vaguely see-the originally bright moon was shrouded in dark shadows, and the light became extremely dark.

I don't know how long it took, and one of my hands was on my waist, and he hugged me directly into his arms. The light smell of plants and woods in his nose.

The sound of the wind whistled, and the sound of the wings stirred into my ears.

Wait, Mr. Ling with wings?

Is he from the legendary noble protoss blood... an angel?

I actually have an angel friend?

Due to the excitement, I couldn't contain the joy that was surging in my heart, and hurriedly opened my eyes, completely ignoring Lingjun's previous warning.

I just looked at it, and I was dumbfounded.

Mr. Ling did have a pair of wings, his wings were plump and soft, and they opened up to the sky, stretching out a black brilliance... It was just a pair of scarlet eyes that exposed the fact that he was a heresy.

He is not an angel, but a demon king.

Ling Jun frowned and glanced at me, "Tsk, I was found."

I regret that I didn't listen to my family and ran out by myself. Without swordsmanship to defend myself, I will probably be blown into crispy and delicious human-shaped meatloaf...Forget it, should I beg for mercy earlier? A brave man like me who voluntarily commits himself is probably the one who has never come before.

"Before you eat me, please allow me to say a word." I was very spine and did not admit defeat.

"You said."

"Be less spicy, I'm allergic to chili."

"..." Ling Jun choked, "It's a coincidence, so am I."

I nodded with satisfaction, "That's good, we have reached a consensus, come on."

"eat you?"

"Yeah, don't you like such a blunt statement that you want to'dinner'? It can be seen that you are really the most elegant devil I have ever seen. Well, in fact, this is the first time I have seen a devil."

Ling Jun added, "You should feel honored that you have been embraced by the Demon King. However, I will not eat you here."

"Then where do you want to be?"

"I mean, I won't eat you."

I looked horrified, "Are you trying to torture me?"

"Torture?"

"It's all written in the book. The Demon King captured the brave man, then burned him with fire, and finally ate him."

Mr. Ling corrected me, "Actually, the devil is the disadvantaged group. The brave covets the treasure of the devil’s castle, and they come out and hunt the devil. After winning the treasure, they return to the city as a righteous person to invite credit and build their homeland."

"Why is it not right in history?"

"History must be right? Most people do this and live like this. Is it correct? Then do you want to go back and live what they call the ‘right’ life?"

I shook my head, "Of course not! Because I don't like it."

"Then what is your dream?"

"Be a true brave and hunt down the devil."

Mr. Ling took a step back, "..."

"But don't worry, I don't have any malicious thoughts towards you, let alone I can't beat you, so do you have any dreams?"

"Um... not before, now there is."

"What is it?"

"It's a secret that can't be told," he glanced at me, "Well, I will realize your dream."

"my dream?"

"Aren't you trying to fight me? Just let you experience going deep into the Devil's Lair and hunting the Devil?"

I was excited, "Is it really possible? Will you get hurt?"

"You can't beat me."

"Oh." I calm down, even after thinking about it.

"Come on to my back, I will take you to the Demon King's Castle."

I hesitated, "Why come on your back."

He held back for a while and came up with a reason, "Because the road of the old castle recognizes people, if you go by yourself, it will be dangerous."

"It turned out to be like this, you are such a gentle demon."

Ling Jun smiled shyly.

Along the way, I was cleverly leaning on his back, because he was a strange male demon anyhow, so I dared not get close to him too much and kept a little distance.

The Demon King's Lair is more beautiful than I thought, there is no rotting swamp, and no smell of mountains and plains. Even the furnishings are quite neat and comfortable. The only drawback is that there is only one bed, not even a guest room.

It's about an hour before dawn. I must rush home and urge Ling Jun, "Hurry up and carry me out."

"In a hurry?"

"Very urgent."

He thought for a while, and he drew a door from the wall and pushed it open. It was the little room in my house.

I was stunned and praised Mr. Ling: "The Devil is so powerful."

He was very proud.

"But why did you carry me to the castle in the first place? Isn't it possible to get in and out quickly with this gate?"

Ling Jun gave a dry cough, "Oh, I forgot."

I frowned and discovered a great secret from it-it turns out that the devil has a bad memory!