I, the devil dragon, start the game with a loving father and a filial son

In the early morning, Xiaoyu woke up early. She glanced around furtively, and after making sure no one was there, she quickly ran downstairs with her schoolbag on her back.

"Xiaoyu, you got up so early today. You just need to wait a moment to have breakfast." Chen Long, who was making breakfast, heard the noise and greeted Xiaoyu with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, Uncle Long, Quetzalcoatl, I won't eat today. Goodbye, Uncle Long, and goodbye, Quetzalcoatl." Xiaoyu said and ran out quickly.

"Well, what a lively girl." Chen Long glanced at the slowly closing door and murmured.

Quetzalcoatl stood up as usual, transformed into a middle-aged man, and followed Xiaoyu out.

Chen Long just glanced at it and continued to make breakfast as if he was used to it. He also murmured: "Sandwich...mung bean cake...what else can you make?"

In fact, this is normal. In the eyes of Quetzalcoatl, this world is too dangerous. Demons and wizards can pop up at any time, and they are the kind that he cannot defeat. It is strange that he can trust Xiaoyu to go to school alone.

So after getting to know each other basically, Xiaoyu was followed by Quetzalcoatl every time he went to school. Although he might get lost inexplicably, as long as he knew the destination, it would not hinder his protection.

Time passed slowly, and when the sun rose completely, Shen Zhao's figure also appeared on the top of a tall building not far from Xiaoyu School.

Next to him is the Black Hand Four. Although the plan has changed, it is still as effective as ordinary people, such as entering an antique store to threaten Toru.

"Haha~ Why did he wake us up so early? I haven't woken up yet!" Lasu said with a yawn while standing on the rooftop wearing a black suit. He felt a little more energetic when the cold wind of late autumn blew.

Ah Fen, who was still wearing white clothes, crossed his arms and said: "He is right in front. You can ask yourself. It's a bit cold because you forgot to wear long johns."

"I'm afraid of getting beaten, so I won't go if I don't go." Lasu shook his head and gave up.

"Yeah, the weather changes all the time. It's indeed a bit cold. Ah Fu, why don't you go and ask if we can go down and wait?" Zhou seemed to be wearing orange glasses at all times. He was holding his arms and rubbing his hands while asking, his tone

There is some vibrato in there.

Keren Afuli ignored him and stood behind Shen Zhao, looking at the scenery with his hands behind his back, as if he was a master.

Shen Zhao, who was listening to these discussions, was somewhat used to it. His eyes were particularly distant at this time, as if he had seen what was going on in the school.

That's... Quetzalcoatl?

Shen Zhao's eyes caught sight of the strong man on the top of a teaching building. He was waiting for something with his arms folded and his eyes closed. He looked cool, and his white sacrificial clothes added a touch of charm to the strong man.

Mysterious and... funny.

In the playground, there were groups of half-grown children playing. There was a small group in one corner, and the one surrounded was the familiar Xiaoyu in an orange top.

"Wow, this tattoo is so beautiful, much better than Xiaozhu's."

The compliments from her classmates made the girl feel very satisfied, and it was no wonder that she came to school without even eating breakfast.

Xiaoyu added proudly: "Yes, and I didn't cry when they stabbed me."

"Well... this looks like the ninja killer that Xiaoyu said." A black-skinned boy, Xiaozhu, said teasingly. It can be seen that this guy has evil intentions.

This distrustful tone made Xiaoyu a little anxious. She argued: "The ninja is real, and so are my tattoos. They are not like yours... Huh? Where are your tattoos?"

The girl directly opened Xiaozhu's short sleeves, trying to discover the existence of the tattoo, but there was nothing on the dark skin.

"Um...Honey, I thought you all knew that it can be torn off, even Xiaoyu's..." The black-skinned boy said as he was about to tear off the tattoo on Xiaoyu's ankle.

Xiaoyu subconsciously avoided it, and she said with a guilty conscience: "I won't make a fake thing to fool people like you."

As he spoke, he knelt down and rubbed it himself, but this was just a borrowed position. Xiaoyu's acting skills were not bad, and the children were all shocked.

Looking at the expressions of her classmates, the little girl's vanity was satisfied again, but she did this kind of thing just to integrate into the school.

After all, the little girl is very concerned about other people's opinions. After she told her classmates stories about ninjas, demons, wizards and even Quetzalcoatl, she received no envy and praise, only ridicule and said she was bragging.

It's not a pleasant feeling to be excluded all the time, not to mention that there are not many Asians in this school. Most of these little black and white people look down on the few Asians.

In addition, children like to blindly follow the trend, so there is Xiaoyu who always wants to integrate into the group.

So yesterday, Xiaozhu, a black-skinned boy, got a fake tattoo and came to school, and was admired and admired by his classmates. This incident of a little girl tattoo happened.

After all, what the girl wants is just the approval of her classmates, but discrimination... is perfectly normal for a transfer student.

For example, now, the whole thing was obviously the blame of this black boy, but when he saw the strange looks in his classmates' eyes, he suddenly came up with an idea: "Hahaha, Xiaoyu actually got a tattoo. This was obviously just a joke.

It’s a little too silly.”

This kind of thing has happened many times, but it used to be when Xiaoyu was talking about ninja, but now it's just a little more extreme.

The students seemed to have long been accustomed to the black-skinned Xiaozhu taking the lead, and they subconsciously agreed.

"That's right. How can children have tattoos? Children are stupid..."

"That's right, I discovered something wrong with Xiaozhu's tattoo yesterday, and I thought Xiaoyu would be joking."

This kind of ridicule, which was probably just for the sake of being in the group, made Xiaoyu, who was still very proud, pause. The words of her classmates made her feel a little silly.

She quickly explained: "Wait a minute, I painted this too, I'll prove it to...uh..."

As the girl spoke, she bent down and rubbed the devil tattoo hard twice. However, the expected scene of the pattern disappearing did not appear. Instead, it was as if the real tattoo had not wavered at all.

The classmates' laughter became even louder. Xiaozhu successfully concealed his own vanity and turned the blame entirely on the girl.

The anxious look on Xiaoyu's face disappeared. She lowered her head with some resignation, turned around in despair, and listened to the ridicule behind her.

"Isn't it a bit too much for us to do this?" A classmate looked at Xiaoyu's disappointed back and said somewhat unbearably.

But the black-skinned boy had just transferred the conflict, how could he go back on his word at this time? He said directly: "No, what we are telling is the truth! Who asked her to really get a tattoo? Everyone knows that children should not get tattoos."

Other students also began to agree, and for a while the place seemed to be in a happy mood.

Xiaoyu came to the corner and lowered her head, her originally bright and cunning big eyes looking a little disappointed.

The shadows around him began to surge, as if something was about to come out.