I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

One night.

The village chief's house was engulfed in a raging fire.

In front of the house, the demon girl was holding the village chief's daughter in her arms.

Xin Meier's expression was ugly, and he was extremely angry. He asked the demon girl in a cold voice: "Why did you kill the village chief?"

He couldn't figure it out.

The demon girl turned her back to everyone, tilted her head, and seemed to have a smile on her face.

When the villagers saw this situation, the young woman looked at her with hatred and resentment, "Sure enough, I should have killed you at that time!"

[Don't advise others to be kind without experiencing their suffering. ]

[This should be something that is difficult to let go on the road of the brave. ]

The raging fire burned the ruins of the house.

Hearing the words of the young woman, the demon girl turned her head.

"Here we go again."

She held the village chief's daughter in her arms and walked towards everyone with a smile.

Many villagers were shocked by the demon girl's frivolous appearance, who didn't care about people's lives.

This demon girl usually looks like an ordinary human girl.

Why does she look so cold-hearted now?

"I can feel your murderous intention almost every day." The demon girl said to the young woman, "I just want to live a peaceful life."

"So I prepared it for you." The demon girl handed the village chief's daughter to the young woman.

"I ate your daughter."

"Use her as a substitute."

Hearing this, everyone looked at the demon girl in front of them with horror.

She looked pretty and smiled when she spoke to her.

But these words made people sweat coldly.

It made people feel cold in their hearts.

This is not something a human can say. This demon girl can't understand human emotions at all!

The young woman's eyes were full of horror, and she looked at the "creature" in front of her in disbelief.

"She is the daughter of the village chief." Xin Meier reminded the demon girl with cold eyes.

"But the village chief is gone?" The demon girl turned her head, her tone was doubtful and ruthless.

She had no guilt for killing the village chief with her own hands.

With a sound of "clang", the sharp blade came out.

Xin Meier drew his sword and pointed it at the demon girl.

Fulilian's staff was also pointed at her.

"It seems that I made the wrong choice."

The demon girl saw this and said, "There is no other way."

"Take her as a hostage..."

Xin Meier moved, with only the sound of swinging a sword.

A broken hand flew up in the sky.

Xin Meier landed, with blood on his sword.

The demon girl's sleeves were empty, and her knees softened and she knelt on the ground.

"Don't stop me this time." Fulilian pointed her staff at the demon and asked Xin Meier behind her.

"Well."

Xin Meier held the village chief's daughter in his arms, and his voice was extremely low.

[This low "well" seemed to tremble a little. 】

【He is just gentle, but his panel stats are still very high. 】

"Mom..." the demon girl shouted stiffly.

Fulilian blasted out magic power in her hand.

The demon girl fell to the ground and her body slowly dissipated.

Fulilian looked at everything in front of her, "It's "Mom" again."

"The demons, like monsters, have no custom of raising children." She said this to Xin Meier behind her, introducing the nature of the demons she knew.

"After birth, most of the time they are alone."

Flilian said to the demon girl who was slowly dying: "You creatures take loneliness for granted."

"There is not even the concept of family."

"But you say "Mom", why is that?"

The demon girl said to Fulilian without any fluctuation in her eyes:

"Because..."

"If you say this, you won't have the heart to kill me."

"This sentence is as beautiful as magic. ”

[That “Mom” is just imitating humans to arouse sympathy, right?]

[Could it be the child she ate who cried out before dying? It’s terrifying to think about it.]

Flillian withdrew her thoughts.

To the two people in the dungeon, she said:

“For them, “language” is a means to deceive humans.”

“The great magician Flame defined the monsters that can speak as demons.”

“Their ancestors were a special kind of monster.”

“They hid in the shadows and learned to cry “help” to trap humans. "

After listening to Fulilian's words, Ferren and Shutark had a deep understanding of the demons.

[Hiss, the demons actually use human emotions to capture and hunt them.]

[Just like wild cats imitate birds' calls.]

[Human emotions are both advantages and disadvantages.]

[Then are the earl and this city in danger?]

The time for visiting the prison is insufficient.

The two turned and left.

Fulilian stretched out her hand from the iron bars of the prison, "Remember to bring supplies next time."Camera switch.

In the reception room of the castle in the territory of the Earl of Granat.

"Why hasn't the Earl of Granat come yet?"

A young man's voice seemed a little impatient.

"This should be the diplomatic tactic adopted by humans." The light yellow-haired Lugna sat on the sofa and explained to the demon servant behind him.

Dressed in aristocratic clothes, she sat very dignified and elegant.

Beside her, there stood a pink-haired loli demon in a maid outfit, listening respectfully to Lugna's words.

"Compared to him, I care more about that magician." Lugna said.

Thinking of Fulilian's appearance, "I seem to have seen her..."

Lugna seemed to be interested, and put his fingertips on his lips.

"A beast that cannot communicate."

"She described it very accurately. She is the only one in this city who understands the nature of our demons."

Lugna crossed his legs and was very interested in Fulilian.

"There is only one reason why a man-eating predator can speak human language."

The scene switches to the dungeon.

Flillian sat quietly in the prison and continued the words of the demon nature.

"This language is not used for mutual understanding, but for deceiving each other."

"This city is about to be destroyed."

Flillian thought: "I'll escape from prison when the chaos comes."

Inside the castle.

The door was opened, and a line of guards in uniforms were stationed at the door.

Lugna walked into the room with two demons.

Lugna saw Count Granat with his back to them.

"Where is this?"

"My son's room."

Count Granat turned his head and answered.

The demon Lugna squinted slightly and saw that the walls of this room were full of photos.

"He is very promising." Count Granat told about his son, "He also said that he would inherit the family business as soon as possible so that I can spend my old age in peace."

"At that time, he really didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was."

While speaking, Count Granat walked to the display stand, where a sword was placed neatly on the sword rack.

He picked up the sword, "This is the sword that His Majesty gave him in the imperial competition."

The demon Lugna asked appropriately in a noble tone: "Where is your son now?"

With a sound of 'clang', Count Granat drew out the sword with a deep look in his eyes. The sword was full of cracks.

"He died in the battle with Aura ten years ago."

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the sword breaking through the air sounded.

Count Granat held the sword and aimed at the demon Lugna.

Seeing this, the guards immediately surrounded the three demons.

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