Life Simulation: Let the Female Swordsman Regret for the Rest of His Life

Xu Xi and the witch have been together for four years.

In these four years.

He watched the witch grow up.

Xu Xi felt that no one was more familiar with everything about the witch and everything about Krisa than him.

But even though he was so familiar, Xu Xi had not carefully observed Krisa's eyes a few times.

What words should be used to describe it?

The bonfire burned in the darkness, warmth and glimmer intertwined, the weather was cold, the breath turned into mist, and the bright and fragile eyes blinked slightly.

Those eyes were not as beautiful as the description of the protagonist in the novel biography.

There was no mysterious and brilliant color.

There was no firm and decisive fearlessness.

There was no beauty of innocence and kindness.

Those things, those descriptions, had nothing to do with the witch who lacked emotions.

All Xu Xi could see were empty and lifeless eyes, without a trace of life, without any emotions, like a dead object without any sense of existence.

Only at the moment of blinking could he feel that the owner of the eyes was alive.

"..."

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the water light covering the surface of the eyeball, illuminated by the bonfire, further magnified the calmness and indifference.

Xu Xi was very curious. It is said that eyes are the windows to the soul. What would Krisa's soul be like?

He looked carefully and seriously.

But no matter how he observed, Xu Xi always saw only his figure in those eyes, nothing else.

This is normal.

After all, Xu Xi was looking at Krisa, and naturally, Krisa only had Xu Xi in her sight.

"It seems that the statement is false."

Xu Xi felt a little regretful.

He could not see through the witch's heart through her eyes.

Without wasting any more time, Xu Xi began to observe carefully the entangled gold and black in Krisa's eyes.

The two colors intertwined and lingered, like the stars reflecting each other in the night sky, in an incomprehensible gesture of Xu Xi, inseparable and integrated.

It was not beautiful, and it could even be said to be scary.

Distorted colors make people feel uncomfortable.

"Krisa, can you describe to me when your eyes changed?" Xu Xi asked.

"Before you came back," the girl answered calmly.

The witch herself didn't know about the change in her eyes.

But through her explanation and the various questions she asked, Xu Xi soon understood the root cause of the change in her eyes.

"Despair and sadness..."

"No, to be more specific, it's an overly strong and stimulating emotion."

"The reason why Krisa's eyes are light gold is because she has half of the demon blood in her body. So, think about it from another angle, does the change in her eyes correspond to the change in her blood?"

Looking at the girl who was motionless and quiet like a doll.

Xu Xi fell into deep thought.

He had imagined many possibilities, but among the countless possibilities, only the demon blood was the most suspected.

So, Xu Xi stretched out his palm, gently covered Krisa's head, and rubbed the double horns that had been dealt with before.

A little rough.

A little bulging.

There is a little sign of regrowth.

"Sure enough...", Xu Xi's guess was confirmed.

There was a sound of wind blowing in my ears. As the night went on, the night wind was getting stronger, but it was blocked by the magic barrier.

Only the sound was echoing unwillingly.

Xu Xi didn't know much about the demons.

He only saw some simple words from the books of the Magician Association, such as the demons were born without magic, but they had a strong body and were world pests hated by the gods.

These records were too subjective and there were no more detailed contents.

Therefore.

Xu Xi couldn't judge whether Krisa's change was good or bad.

"Krisa, do you feel that you are different?" Xu Xi withdrew the lighting spell and asked the owner of the eyes.

She shook her head.

The gray-silver hair swayed with it.

"Teacher, I don't have that feeling," Krisa answered truthfully.

She didn't feel unwell or better. Except for the change in the color of her pupils, everything was the same as usual.

"Is that so..."

The bonfire was blazing, and Xu Xi gave up exploring the eyes.

He knew too little about the demons, almost nothing. With such a lack of information, the wisdom of observers and mortals could not provide much help.

If you want to see the truth behind it.

You can only go to other cities, read more books on demons, and observe the daily changes of the girl.

Fortunately, this change did not cause pain to Krisa.

The only problem is that the eyes look creepy.

Xu Xi didn't mind it, and Krisa didn't care about it, so this problem was not a big deal.I'm so worried.

...

The next time.

Xu Xi and Krisa sat around the campfire.

With the warm barrier of fire protecting them, no strong wind could blow in, let alone extinguish the makeshift campfire.

This is a very subtle feeling.

Sitting quietly inside, drinking hot water, watching the roaring wind of nature not far away, as if isolated from the world, beyond the boundary of life and death.

Looking up, you can see the starry sky.

Looking down, you can see the vast wilderness.

Glancing sideways, you can see the burning Allenson.

"Teacher... Teacher... Teacher."

In such an environment, Krisa still wanted to do something for Xu Xi from time to time as usual.

For example, boiling water, or organizing the items in the space ring.

She couldn't be idle.

Always thinking about doing something for Xu Xi.

Finally, Xu Xi spoke up and asked the girl to sit down and rest, and she sat down quietly.

"Krisa, we are not in Allenson now, you can relax a little."

"...Yes."

Looking at the girl who was still a little restless, Xu Xi decided to tell her some things to help her distract her attention.

He told a lot of stories, and they were very diverse.

There were mythological stories on Earth, tricks and techniques for practicing magic, or just some leisure and daily life of ordinary people.

Krisa listened very carefully.

Was it because the story was really good, or because the person telling it was Xu Xi?

Or... neither?

When Xu Xi was halfway through his story, he found that the girl had fallen into a deep sleep without knowing when.

Her breathing was steady, she slept sweetly, and she made a slight gurgling sound. Her delicate facial features were uniquely cold and beautiful under the moonlight.

"After all, she is a child."

Xu Xi smiled helplessly.

He stood up, walked to the sleeping girl, and covered her with a thick and warm blanket.

It seemed that she sensed Xu Xi's actions in her dream.

The girl murmured inarticulately, looking very cute.

To be honest, when I first met Krisa, Xu Xi had never thought that the thin girl covered in mud would grow up to be what she is today.

"Is this a good life simulator or a little girl training simulator?"

Under the starry sky.

Xu Xi called out the simulation panel and fell into deep thought.

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(Knife music collection, hope to provide more interesting knife themes, suitable ones will be used in new simulations)