Demon King Dad

The idiot was also gasping, and he was breathing harder than Quilin. The restraint on his body was a big burden, and he had to run away with the bread. Such strenuous exercise made him almost exhausted. But even so, he was still on guard, unless the lens of the camera was removed from his eyes, he would never give up running away!

If you don't want to die, the mice in the ditch will always have the most firm belief.

"Okay! Don't want to shoot if you don't want to shoot! I still force you to fail?!"

It was always impossible to take pictures, instead a lot of film was wasted. Quirine angrily raised the table and put the camera on it. Seeing her move, the idiot finally let go of his heart, limp and panting.

Quirine pulled out several throwing knives from the wall and inserted them into the knife pocket. She didn't bother to pull the rest, so she should give it to the little devil as a gift. But the textbooks she sent can't just let them spill on the ground. The children keep such good books, and every book that is carefully cherished will become dirty because of this, but it will make people sad. .

Quirine took ten minutes to pick up the books and put them on the table. Now, her breathing finally stopped worrying. After stretching for a while, she glanced at the idiot over there with a listless face, and said: "Read the book well. You should study by yourself where you are literate. I will apply to Principal Campa again in two days. Come and listen to my class at that time. Ah, I almost forgot, there are still some things..."

With that said, Quirine reached out and touched her waist. But at this moment, her face suddenly became difficult to look.

"Ah! I forgot to take things out of the house! Really, Xingli always wants me to be careful, but I still forgot those pumpkin pie!"

The idiot gasped, looking at Quilin in front of her with some confusion, not knowing what she wanted to do. But during this time, he sneaked up to the table and hid the camera. Not for stealing, but to prevent Quirine from taking pictures of him again without paying attention.

Quilin's face looked quite desperate. She scratched her blond hair, and said to herself in regret: "Oh, bad, I forgot to bring it? Those pumpkin cakes were made by Xingli, seeing that this kid is so pitiful. If I know I forgot to bring it If you bring things here... dinner tonight! I... can I still eat dinner tonight?!"

Quillian, who was too nervous, held her head, as if thinking of something terrible. Without further ado, she is going back now to bring those pumpkin pie. Think about it carefully, that kid should still be in class now, and he will definitely not be at home!

Thinking about this, Quilin rushed to the door and opened it. But before leaving, she turned her head subconsciously and saw that the idiot was holding the crossbow that almost killed her, standing behind the gate...

"What are you doing?"

"Ensure safety." The idiot replied coldly. Judging from his expression and actions, it is determined that he intends to install the trap after the door is closed.

Thinking of the crossbow just now, Quilin's feverish brain was instantly replaced by an instant cold fear. She turned around hurriedly, grabbed the idiot's handcuffed hands, and said loudly, "No! Little devil, you remember to me, from now on, you will never allow traps around your house! No, even in the house. It cannot be set internally, and any trap that can hurt people cannot be set!"

The idiot raised his head. Such a rule was too risky for him. It is hard to imagine how safe a small wooden house without trap protection will be.

Looking at that cold expressionless face, Quirine knew that her words didn't move him. In order to avoid another accident when she came here in the future, she thought desperately, and finally, when she saw the little bread holding the corner of the idiot's clothes, an idea emerged from her mind.

"Bread! You have to think about bread!"

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"You think Bread is only two years old now, and those traps are not a great threat to her? She will go now, and it is inevitable that she will go outside by herself. If those traps have not defeated your enemy , What do you do if it hurts the bread?"

The idiot who had just pulled an iceberg face raised his head slightly, his eyes covered with frost seemed to understand something. He thought about it, and finally looked at the bread. After about five minutes of thinking, the child finally understood the lighter and heavier, and took the crossbow apart and placed it on the table.

Quelin let out a big breath. She had not been in contact with the idiot for a long time, but she could see the importance of this little girl to him. As long as her safety is the reason, he will definitely let him put aside the dangerous idea of ​​setting traps forever.

The woman who was clamoring to take pictures of the idiot, the teaching woman, after calming down the idiot's trap idea, immediately stepped out and went home to get pumpkin pie. Looking at her running back, the idiot looked at the little girl who was pulling her clothes, holding a piece of bread in one hand, and sighing helplessly.

If there is no trap, there is no trap. It seems that to take care of her, you have to work harder.

In the afternoon, the warm sun shines through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the cabin. The idiot gently took the bread's hand and closed the door.

But at this moment, he suddenly hugged the bread, flashed away, and disappeared from the cabin...

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"Yo! Evil villains! The messenger of justice is coming to clean you up today!"

In the dormitory area, a tender voice sounded in the sun. Five girls of the same age were playing in the street. The first one was a girl with double ponytails and brown hair. She wears a crystal crown on her head, and a healthy blush floats on her blushing face. She is wearing a short skirt that is easy to move around. Despite its simplicity, the white base material and exquisite workmanship still show the price of this dress.

The little girl's hand was holding a branch that she had picked up from nowhere, her hands were a bit dirty, and there was some dirt on the clothes. But she doesn't care, this little girl who is usually restrained is now holding a branch very "wild" running, playing with her companions. He kept screaming "yo-ha! yo-ha!" and other unclear tone particles.

"Princess! Your Royal Highness!"

The other four girls seemed to be the maids of the princess rather than the students of this school. Each of them was wearing black and white maid uniforms, and holding branches in their hands to avoid the little princess' chase. But from their expressions, it seems that they are not as cheerful as the princess.

"Princess! Please be quiet, your clothes are dirty!"

"Do you care about clothes as a messenger of justice? Trit, the criminal who has done all the bad things, let me see how Dylaw Goodsea defeats you!"

The little princess smiled. The girl had already made up her mind for a long time. I don't know how many times that unseen, but it is said to be a very heroic battle. Dai Lao, who defeated Cui Te at the age of eleven, has become her idol, and this girl who is obsessed with justice epic drama has the idea of ​​impersonating others.

Princess Walnut stabbed very hard, and the branch in her hand almost hit a short-haired maid on the head with all her strength. The girl was frightened, and she also knew that her princess usually looks very generous and considerate in front of people, but in fact, she really doesn't know the severity of her actions! Seeing her leaping over like this, the little maid's eyes were wet immediately, dropped the branches, and squatted down with her head in her arms.

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Walnut pinched the branch and stood still ashamed. In front of her, a little maid held her sore head and cried. The three maids next to him hurriedly came up to coax and rubbed, but no one dared to say what was right or wrong, and no one dared to scream hard at the little princess.

Walnut lowered his head, looked at the branch in his hand, and then at the blood stain drawn on the little maid's forehead. The maid was crying, clutching her forehead, her body trembling constantly. To be honest, Walnut is really full of guilt when she sees her in such pain, but as a royal family, she has never apologized to anyone since her childhood education. The little girl clenched her teeth and turned her head away.

"Huh, it's really useless, it hurts if you hit it? How can you be a righteous partner?"

The little maid was crying, some of the other three maids took out handkerchiefs, and some rubbed the painful areas for her. Hearing Walnut's scolding, none of the four little girls dared to speak. Seeing this silence, Walnut snorted again: "Okay! I see, you take her to the treatment quickly! Really, a small wound is so crying. Why are all righteous friends so useless? People."

Leaving the word, Walnut waved the branch in his hand, dropped the maids and walked forward. Seeing Walnut leave, the three maids immediately left one maid to take care of the injured, and the other two followed suit.

"I tell you to take her for treatment! What do you mean by following me again!"

Walnut turned around abruptly, his willow brows erected, and he flung the branches and yelled.

The two maids look at me and I look at you. After a few very embarrassed murmurs, they had to bow their heads without answering.

Walnut snorted twice, and strode forward carrying the branches. Her animation is aimless and seems arbitrary. But the two maids behind them had to follow until they arrived at the D area of ​​the dormitory, and even came to a place where the princess could never come...

"Huh? I didn't expect that there would be such a messy little bush here."

Walnut covered his forehead with one hand, looking out at the bushes beside the gravel road. The dense bushes are piled up there as if completely wild, and you can't even see them at first glance.