Demon King Dad

Compulsory teaching

After listening to the endless explanations from An, he told how this language converter works. To be honest, he is not interested in these principles. The only thing that interests him is naturally the original intention of Die inventing this item.

"If it is used by people...how many experimental stages are needed."

At this moment, the idiot stared closely at the little squirrel in his sad arms, and the hatred in this greedy and lustful look was very uncomfortable. It simply lifted its tail and covered its face.

"Well... In fact, these structures are not complicated. The complexity lies in energy."

An opened the little squirrel's tail, gently touched its ears, and said, "It is very difficult to resonate the soul. The energy required is naturally also very large. Don't look at the guide in this device. Force needle, in fact, the real function of the force guide needle is to control each of the force guide plates so that they can trigger work normally."

"What really drives it is the hatred of the innate and powerful magic power of being a demon. I have tested that the magic power in the black smoke it spit is equivalent to an excellent vertical stone master if converted into conductance. Fully drive the guiding force of the guiding stone for 24.45 hours. Only this powerful magic power can drive these devices."

"However, it is obviously impossible for humans to possess such a powerful magical power. Even the natural guiding bones cannot be used as energy supply for a long time."

An Fu frowned, rubbed his nose, and said, "So, it may be a long time before it becomes practical. But I assure you that sooner or later, it will be done. Swear in the name of Si"

An said very sincerely. The idiot knew An's strength as a science student, naturally, he completely trusted her. But for the squirrel in her arms, at this moment, it was ridicule.

"Ha, is it possible? Humble humans want to have power like a demon? If your girl really has so much power, I will let you ride and play. But, you know, actually your girl (The idiot stretches out his hand and pulls the headset off the squirrel’s ear) Squeak Squeak Squeak

The idiot looked at the headset in his hand, and then at the little squirrel with open paws over there. After a moment of silence, he returned the headset to An.

"Ah, I've said so much, I'm so hungry. Anyway, I've been paying attention since just now. Is this your lunch today?"

He crooked his head and passed over the shoulder of the idiot. The idiot was taken aback and turned around. I saw neatly arranged one soup, three cold dishes, four hot stir-fries and two desserts on the table neatly. The dishes are still steaming, and each dish is like a work of art, simple or coquettish, with different colors, making people move their index fingers when they look at it.

"Gu

An has been making tools since the morning, so he really hasn't eaten anything. She looked at the idiot, and then at the hearty food on the table. She was silent for a while. In this regard, the little squirrel, who had already eaten and drunk, looked like he didn't care, pulled his tail and hugged it in his arms, and snored in his dark arms.

The idiot looked at these dishes and was puzzled. You know, although the craftsmanship of Mili is pretty good, it is only "good". Her desserts taste very good, but other dishes can only be described as "acceptable". Where can you serve so many dishes like it is now?

The idiot thought, but the problem was that he couldn't think about it. What's more, now that Mi Li is in a coma, she can't give herself an answer.

"Then... Xiaobai, can I stay for dinner?"

He smiled embarrassedly, clutching his stomach. After thinking about it for a while, the idiot finally nodded slightly and walked away.

"Bread, come and eat."

Sitting at the table, the idiot called out suddenly. The cold and solemn voice passed through the Shuteng Gate, and finally bluffed the awkward little girl and coaxed her out.

No way, after all, this girl is still quite afraid of idiots.

Once on the dining table, An An put the little squirrel down, letting it occupy the position of sitting against the idiot, saving them to fight again. The bread was still a bit uncomfortable at first, but after the usual wasabi and sauerkraut, her spirit immediately recovered, and the whole person seemed to float with joy.

The lunch continued, and I told about my experience in the research process from time to time. After Xiao Bian wiped out all the hot and sour dishes on his plate, his goal was directed at the idiot. The idiot glanced at the little squirrel, who was sleeping peacefully next to him, and gave his food to Bun.

In the Dulan Tree House, everything seems to be so harmonious and happy.

Even the autumn wind is so soft now, gently rolling down the fallen leaf, letting it fall with the wind, and finally...

Fell into the hands of the old man...

Divine grace, Campa.

The old man looked at the leaf in his hand and turned it over and over. After a moment...

He finally threw away the dry leaves and walked towards the towering tree house with all the things in his arms...

...

The hatred that was originally lying on his stomach, the drooping ears instantly turned up.

It slowly opened those bright red eyes and stared at the door of the tree house.

The dark beside it didn't seem to be aware, and he was still very happy to tell the relationship between the guiding stone and the guiding mechanism. However, it was only her. Except for her, the idiot and Little Bread turned their heads involuntarily, staring at the door...

"So, it is difficult to completely convert the guiding force in the guiding stone. With the current mainstream technology, it is very good to be able to convert 60 to 70%. If the guiding stone If the conversion can be more refined...Huh? What happened to you?"

Sadly, I finally realized that something was wrong.

She looked at the pair of father and daughter in front of her, and saw that their gazes had completely settled on the door behind her.

At this moment, the relaxed atmosphere that had just lingered in the room seemed to disappear in an instant. Instead, it was a kind of vigilance and defense.

Boom, boom boom.

There was a soft knock on the door.

The autumn wind blew at this moment, blowing in from the destroyed window, bringing a burst of coldness that was difficult to express.

"Who."

Asking knowingly, the idiot opened his mouth.

"it's me."

The answer that was not counted as an answer became the first voice the old man made in front of this tree house...

Bun raised his head and looked at the idiot. Although there was still dissatisfaction with Ba Ba in the emerald-colored pupils of this little girl, she knew the situation very well and knew that it was definitely not the time to fall out with Ba Ba.

The idiot was silent. After a little thought, he slowly stood up and walked slowly to the door. Hold the door handle...

squeak.

A soft sound, but in the room full of autumn and silence, it was like thunder.

The door opened slowly.

The indifferent old man straightened his tall waist and continued to stare at the young man in front of him with the coldest gaze.

The wind is up.

The golden Dulan leaves began to fall slowly under the blow of the wind.

The old man carried his hands on his back, facing the idiot in front of him, coldly said, "Don't you let me in."

After a slight silence, the idiot finally opened the door, turned around, and returned to his dining table.

Creak, creak, creak.

Campa stepped on the wooden floor, making a sound unique to this floor. Anan looked at the principal who is usually more dignified, and couldn't figure out why he appeared here? Appeared in an ordinary handyman's house?

I can't figure it out, but hatred is disdain to think about it. It just raised its head slightly, glanced at the old human man, and then lay down again, with a sneer at the corner of its mouth.

Creak, creak, creak.

An Yi gave up her seat, and Campa unceremoniously sat down in her original seat, staring tightly at the idiot in front of her.

Silence began to fill the room.

Is it because the door is not closed? The autumn wind outside the door tore the warmth in the room, rolled up, dispelled the last trace of warmth that was still here just now, and drove away the temperature of all the dishes on the table. Bring in the most cruel Binghan prologue without hesitation.

"You don't seem to be lazy."

Campa's gaze caught the sweeping tool in the corner of the room. Said--

"The arranged area handed over to you, you seem to clean up very carefully every day."

The idiot nodded, but said nothing.

Campa stretched out his finger, tapped the cup with water on the table lightly, and continued--

"This world is just like those aisles. If you don't clean it from time to time, it will soon be filled with a lot of dirt. It will become messy and it will be difficult to even walk."

He clutched his heart and stepped aside. She didn't know what was going on right now, and naturally she couldn't react.

"But in some respects, dirty and messy places must exist. It is impossible to be spotless everywhere in this world. There must always be a place to hide dirt. The purest world does not exist, light and dark. Correspondence is the foundation of this world."

"What on earth do you want to say."

Finally, the idiot opened his mouth.

But his words made Campa on the other side fall into silence for the longest time. The old man lowered his head, rubbed his hands, for a long time, for a long time... without saying a word, another action...

"call

After a long wait, finally, the old man exhaled--

"Bread. Starting from today, you will be the second-year student of the Department of Literature and Art, Department of Literature and Elementary Department of My Divine Grace. The grade number is 999. Your admission application has been completed. From now on, you can enter and leave as a student The entire Divine Grace allows you to enter and exit any place. You can use any school facilities that students are allowed to use according to school regulations. And, like all students, you have the same rights to education and all the obligations arising from your new identity. "A