In the water, there was a small thing quietly approaching the little butterfly's swinging legs.
When it was about to approach, it was suddenly lifted up by a hand inserted into the water.
"Don't be naughty." Miss Black Water said, putting the little thing back into the pool … It was a monster cub with a small turtle shell on its back.
Luo Dance just noticed it and blinked her eyes.
"This child is not afraid of strangers. It will only approach those it likes. Don't mind it." Miss Black Water said with a smile.
"Of course not!" Luo Dance shook her head.
She swam back to the pool and asked curiously, "Miss Black Water, don't you come down to play? It's so cool here! "
Miss Blackwater said in a low voice, "No, I have to stay here and look after the children. It will be troublesome if something happens to them while I play … You know, we can't use our power in this city."
Even though adult monsters still retained a portion of their physical strength, monster cubs were extremely weak. They were so weak that even a normal person could hurt them if they held some sort of offensive weapon in their hands.
"Since it's so dangerous … Miss Black Water, why did you bring them in?" Luo Dance asked confusedly.
Miss Black Water thought for a while and said, "I used to live in this city. Later, I took these children to the suburbs after all the power was isolated here. If I didn't come here to find Lord Long, I wouldn't do this. The most important thing is that there are many monsters outside the city. If I leave these children outside, I'm afraid they will have an accident. Unfortunately … "
Luo Dance thought for a while and said, "Those monsters outside the hospital seem to have the same plan as Miss Black Water."
Miss Black Water smiled bitterly, "It won't work … After all, it's Lord Long's decision. I'm afraid it's hard to persuade him."
She thought of the report that Sister Long was secretly making. She had the urge to comfort Miss Black Water, who was like an elder with a group of children. However, she suppressed this impulse after thinking about it.
Sister Long didn't say that she could do it. How could she give it away as a hope?
"Actually, Miss Black Water, have you ever thought of taking these children to a place where there is no one?" The little butterfly thought for a bit and said, "There should be. Chellona is so big, there should be a lot of places where you can live peacefully."
"I don't deny that there are such places." Miss Black Water shook her head, "I also thought about it … but, you're only looking at the ten kids I've brought with me. However, in Chellona, how many children of the demon race had wandered outside? You see, right now, these children are enjoying happiness here, but at the same time, in a place we don't know, how many children are suffering pain that you and I can't imagine? Their homes may be being developed by humans, and they may have already lost their loved ones. "
Luo Dance thought of the mountain where she used to live, and her mother who was hunted … Her Grandpa Tree Monster who raised her and was finally killed by human beings.
If there was an ideal environment for Miss Black Water in this world, she might not feel as sad as she had been through before.
However, Sister Long was the Shinryū of Chellona, not the Shinryū of the demon race … She guarded all the creatures in Chellona and had to be controlled by the wills of all the dragon veins and spiritual veins in Chellona.
Once she violated these wills, it would be very troublesome.
Now, it was the human race's turn to rise … Sister Long had said this more than once.
She knew that Sister Long didn't feel good when she said this … She always locked herself in the room and indulged in the game, as if she didn't want to care about anything outside.
This was also a kind of escape.
Even though the Shinryū of Chellona had invincible strength, there were still things that she had to escape from.
"Maybe only the boss can …" Luo Dance was a little absent-minded when she thought about this question, so she said this subconsciously — But she quickly realized something wrong and stopped.
"Boss?" Miss Black Water stared at her, "The boss you mentioned, is it …"
"I … I'm just talking nonsense." Butterfly Monster hurriedly said, "Miss Black Water, don't take it seriously."
But Miss Black Water shook her head, "No, I may know who the boss you mentioned is … In fact, I also had the same idea."
She looked deeply at Luo Dance, saying softly, "Always."
…
The topic of the autonomy of the demon race seemed to be stopped suddenly.
Miss Black Water didn't say anything and Butterfly Monster didn't ask again … It seemed that they had completely forgotten this topic.
After Luo Dance played in the swimming pool for a while, Miss Black Water called a group of demon cubs to leave … After all, this was still the territory of humans, so it was inappropriate for her to stay here for a long time with a group of demon cubs.
"Perhaps one day, they will be able to play in these places until they are tired like normal human children. I'm glad to meet you today, Dance. "
"Me too …" She looked at Miss Black Water's eyes, suddenly having an indescribable feeling.
The children reluctantly bid farewell to this Butterfly Demon sister … until the end, the little Butterfly Demon could only watch them leave.
She was the only one left in the swimming pool of the high school.
She didn't leave, but let herself soak in the water, letting the water move her body to the center of the swimming pool. She just floated like a rootless duckweed.
…
When she returned to the guardhouse, Butterfly Monster's hair was still wet.
She met the resentful eyes of the guardsmen.
"I've washed the swimsuit when it came out!" Butterfly Monster showed a bright smile, "Thank you for the swimsuit, grandpa!"
"I'd rather you didn't wash it …" The guardsmen held the dry and folded swimsuit in his hands, trembling.
It was as if he was touching a precious antique that had been smashed into pieces.
"No, you can't! Don't be disrespectful! "Butterfly Monster said righteously at this time.
"Let me die …" The guardsmen squatted in the corner painfully, as if they had lost the courage to live.
Luo Dance seemed to think of something at this time, suddenly saying, "Grandpa, is there usually no one who goes to the indoor swimming pool?"
"Why do you ask this?" The guardsmen were surprised, "Classes are suspended now, who would go to the swimming pool for no reason? It's that snake with a bunch of burdens. "
"Grandpa, do you know Miss Black Water?!" Butterfly Monster couldn't help opening her mouth.
The guardsmen rolled his eyes, "If I don't know her, how could she take such a large group of children to play there? Now it's not like before, we've lost our strength … That snake is really something, it doesn't know how to restrain itself. It comes here every day, does it really think I'm deaf? But its figure is not bad … "
Chatter, chatter, chatter.
Just like what the guardsmen said, it was probably a bad guy who became old … a bad old man.
Before he left, the old man guarding the door suddenly said, "If you can speak a few words with that snake, enlighten it when you have the time … This fellow, if it continues like this, it will destroy itself sooner or later. Our Monster Clan can't produce a saint anymore. "
"Wh … Why?"
"No reason." The guardsmen shook his head, and then suddenly squinted his eyes, "By the way, Little Dance, which bathroom did you use just now? Don't waste the bathwater, it's a strategic resource. "
"Pervert, damn —!"
Luo Dance's legs sank, taking a deep breath, and punching forward.
Butterfly Monster walked out of the guardsmen's room angrily, heading for the next medicine delivery destination.
…
…
Song Ying drove the car. Today there were only two members of the Song Family, and no bodyguards followed them — The bodyguards had already driven to distract the paparazzi like flies.
Because of the earthquake earlier, the Song Family, as a foreign businessman, was active in disaster relief and charity, Miss Song Ying, as the head of the group, had become a celebrity in the city.
Young, beautiful and famous … She was the favorite target of the paparazzi.
"Speaking of which, have you seen that woman?" Song Haoran, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the scene outside the window, seemingly bored.
Song Ying didn't look back, but turned her eyes, as if she didn't know, "That woman … Which woman?"
Song Haoran squinted at Song Ying, smiling.
Miss Song's fingers holding the steering wheel gradually became restless, "Kind of … I've seen her, but I didn't tell her who she was."
"Why?" Song Haoran curiously asked.
Song Ying thought for a while and said, "I have a feeling that … that guy doesn't want her to get involved in our Song Family's affairs."
Song Haoran shrugged and said, "I don't have any opinion."
He really didn't have much of an opinion. The relationship between the mother and son was only on the legal level, not the traditional blood relationship that he cared about. If it was the biological mother and not the adoptive mother, naturally, he would have an opinion.
Old Master Song's opinion would be even greater — he was a more traditional person, otherwise, he wouldn't be constantly thinking about transferring his business from South America back.
"What kind of person is she?" Song Haoran asked curiously, as if chatting with her.
Song Ying scratched her head, "It's hard to say."
"Hard to say?"
"Generally speaking …" Song Ying thought for a while and said, "She's probably a terrible woman. Those who like her like her like her, but those who don't like her can't like her. If it's just her body, it's another story."
"What about you?"
"I … What about me?"
"Do you like her or not? Or is it just the simple kind? "Song Haoran looked at his niece with a smirk.
Brake!
The kind of emergency brake.
"Here we are!"
In the cemetery.
…
Because he died in the line of duty, Luo Qi was qualified to be buried in this cemetery — almost no one objected to it.
They went up a long staircase halfway up the mountain.
"From the perspective of Feng Shui, it's really a good position." Song Haoran looked around at the layout at this time.
He always liked these strange things. When he was in South America, he often pestered the blind man, who was a hanger-on, to ask a lot of metaphysics knowledge.
Song Ying joked that if Song Haoran died in the future, she would find a way to bury him here.
"When the Song family comes back, they can only be buried in the ancestral grave of the Song family." He responded like this.
His rare seriousness even made Song Ying feel a little scared … She kept silent and didn't dare to speak.
After a while, they finally arrived at the destination of this trip.
"It's so similar." Song Haoran looked at the picture on the tombstone and couldn't help but sigh, "It's almost the same as the picture of uncle when he was young that father showed me."
"Yes." Song Ying nodded at this time, "It's really similar to Grandpa."
"It seems that someone has been here." Song Haoran looked at the burning incense in front of the grave and frowned at this time.
"Maybe it's the caretaker of the cemetery?" Song Ying looked around.
Song Haoran shook his head, "If it's the caretaker, then my cousin is really well taken care of."
Besides that, there was no incense in front of the graves around.
"Today is not a day of worship, nor is it a public memorial day. Who would for no reason …" Song Ying couldn't help but frown at this time.
"Probably someone with an ulterior motive." Song Haoran waved his hand and then stood in front of the grave, "Don't be in a daze, bow a few times as a preview."
"Preview? What preview … "Song Ying, who suddenly reacted, couldn't help but be furious, but she could only suppress it," Do you want to die, Song Haoran! Are you done yet? Can't you be more serious in front of the ancestors' graves?! "
Song Haoran laughed at this time. After bowing seriously in front of the grave a few times, he said seriously, "Big brother, this niece of mine looks okay, right? Isn't she cute? If the underworld knows, please take care of her in the future. "
"You're saying it as if he can really hear you." Song Ying lowered her head and muttered.
Song Haoran suddenly said, "Who knows? After all, we've only just entered the Transcendental Society. It's not like you haven't seen all kinds of monsters in South America. Besides … "
Seeing Song Haoran suddenly become so mysterious, Song Ying couldn't help but be curious, and she couldn't help but ask, "Besides what?"
"The Hungry Ghost Festival is coming soon." Song Haoran smiled mysteriously and said, "During the Hungry Ghost Festival, the Gates of Hell will open. I heard that those souls who are still attached to the mortal world will escape from the Gates of Hell. We might not have been able to meet in the past, but that might not be the case now … I wonder if this big brother of mine has any unfinished business in his heart. "
Song Ying suddenly felt a chill, and she subconsciously hugged her arms, "Song Haoran, it's broad daylight … Can't you be more serious!"
"Let's go," Song Haoran smiled and said, "I still have to go back and greet the group of experts from the association."
"Where are the experts …" Song Ying shook her head. The experts from the Dao Association were different from the experts in her impression.
In this Song Clan's granddaughter's impression, only Mister Blind fit the status and aura of an expert.
…
When they were going down the stairs, Song Haoran suddenly turned around and looked up the mountain.
"What's wrong?" Song Ying asked curiously.
Song Haoran shook his head in puzzlement. "Nothing … It shouldn't be anything. I'll drive the way back. Wake up early and sleep a little more. There's still a lot of things to do today. "
He's rather considerate … Song Ying pursed her lips and smiled.
…
Two figures stood on the mountain peak of the public cemetery.
"This fellow's senses are rather sharp. It's a pity that the restrictive spell here is too strong. I can't observe him more carefully."
"Why? Are you trying to guide him?"
"I'm just curious … Then, this woman should be the Dimension Observer of this world."
"It's hard to say. The information given to us by the [Throne] can only be vaguely shown here … Whether or not this Song Ying is the Dimension Observer will require more observation."
"… Speaking of which, what's going on here? I've never seen such restrictive spells before."
"Don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"There's … the owner of the [Shop] here."
"… Then we really have to be careful."
"Yes, we have to be very, very careful."
…
It had been a long time since anyone spoke on the mountain peak … The two figures who were conversing here had left for a long time. A figure slowly appeared in front of the tombstone halfway up the mountain.
Luoqiu sat alone in front of the tombstone. He could see half of the city from here.
"It's quite lively today."
"How are you?"
"Everyone's fine."
"Me too … I'm fine."
In the modern world, he had only gone out to study for a few months. However, he had experienced many [First Days] in the [Home of the Elves].
The feeling of time was normal.
"I'm back …"
A long time had passed.
"Hungry Ghost Festival, Hellgate …"
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