Dragon God History One of the Demon King Benji

Chapter 2 Half a Monster

Two, half monster

I calmed down, imagining that I closed my eyes, my heart was clear under nothingness, and I thought quietly that the blood from the wound on my bone no longer dripped down the stem, but flowed into one of my bones. on large leaves.The blush flowed, the vermilion light lingered, and my blood slowly gathered into an agate-like blood coagulation bead.

I looked closely, and the blood really pooled into a grain on the big leaf below.

I boldly stared at the root of my leaf, the root was torn apart bit by bit, and the whole leaf floated leisurely on the side of the stem with the blood coagulation beads on it.

Wow!It turns out that it is so simple to cultivate a goblin for a hundred years, but I have learned the idea of ​​concentrating on moving things.And this ability seems to have existed in me for a long time, and I just used it casually. I must have practiced it for more than 100 years in my previous life.

No, I believe without boasting that if I can become a goblin in a hundred years, I will be able to become a big goblin for thousands of years. My ability to learn without a teacher is definitely unmatched.

I moved my blade freely and concentratedly, and moved the blood coagulation beads to the top of the half monster on the ground. The torn fracture wound fell drop by drop on the bloody fracture.

As expected, where the blood dripped, the flesh and blood were born, and the claws and wings of the torn half of the body were reborn in an instant. In a few blinks, the half monster turned into a beautiful giant beast with golden feathers and golden wings on its back.

Seeing the ups and downs of the chest, it should be back to heaven to continue life.

I can't help feeling very proud, although I don't know who I am, but I like myself more and more.

I think that people who know my magic skills will definitely like me more: with a friend like me who can bring people back to life, why not be afraid of dying when you walk in the rivers and lakes in the future?

Suddenly I fell into another proposition that confused me:

Will my blood run out one day?
Also, will I die?

I can bring others back to life, and I can also heal myself from the dead, so am I the legendary immortal body?
What am I trying to do that no one can stop because no one will outlive me?And no one is harder to die than me?
Is it really?

I faintly felt that something was wrong, exactly what was wrong, and before I could figure it out, I heard a groan:
"Well……"

My first reaction was, whose voice is so nice.

"I... didn't die?"

I figured it must have come from the half monster on the ground—oh, now the whole one.Although I didn't expect that the first sound it made after it came back to life was not a roar.

Probably not roaring, right? I am a fruit, and the first thing I say after I recover from my injury is "Ah...".

But I dare not speak anymore, for some reason...

Originally, I thought that in this world, I was the only living creature who didn't know whether it was a demon or a demon. I could accept everything around me calmly, and I could also get close to my surroundings without any hindrance.

Suddenly another living creature appeared, and they didn't know how to get along with it.At this moment, I am glad that I am a red fruit, so inconspicuous, I hope he will not notice me, fly away, and leave here from now on, leaving me to study the way out.

So I silenced myself into a red fruit, the same red fruit as everyone else.

After a long silence, the half of the monster seemed to gather some mana, and the surroundings suddenly became golden.

The light faded, and it had already hidden its real body and turned into a human form. A young man with skin as bright as jade was lying among the flowers and leaves, but he had no clothes on.

Strange, is this monster's feather clothes too warm to be afraid of the heat?Why change the human form but not change the feathers into clothes?

As I was thinking to myself, the young man in the bushes raised his hand vaguely, as if he hadn't succeeded, and then weakly dropped his arm.

He heard his voice that seemed to be nothing: "I'm kidding, I'm dignified... I actually have a day when I don't cover my clothes, but thank you for saving me."

"Oh... huh?"

I concluded that his thank you for helping me was meant for me, and I blurted out a response, and immediately felt that something was wrong: I obviously hid it very well, and it was no different from other red fruit plants. I didn’t move at all, why did he still find it? Me?
"You...how did you know that I would save you?" It was the first time I had a conversation with a living creature, that's all, it was a monster to a monster, and it was also the first time I knew that my voice was very different from his.

The young man among the flowers and trees obviously shrank back, but he was weak and wanted to shrink where he could go: "It was actually a female body. The little god was seriously injured, and her clothes were not covered. She was offended by the collision. This place is wild and remote, and the little god fell into a At this time, it is no longer possible to be on the verge of death. If it is not for the rescue of an expert, there is no way to recover. But I never thought that the expert who rescued me was actually a fairy. If the little god is lucky enough to survive, let the fairy promise, If there is a wish, it will be fulfilled by the fairy in ten thousand deaths."

"Huh? I'm just a fruit, not a fairy. I don't even know where I come from, what kind of fruit I am, probably even a goblin is not considered a fairy, so how dare I call it a fairy. Fruits don't distinguish between genders. How can I be identified as a female body? I just put You are treated as a half-monster thrown here, not as a mortal man of the ordinary Wushan race of witches. The monsters have the rules of the witches, and the witches have the customs of the witches. Liches are not in the same way. , why use their ideas to restrict us? Whether you are a god or I am a fairy, the demon body is empty, and the fairy body is empty; when you and I are both real bodies, we have already met each other and cultivated to become adults, but It's another skin color, why offend?" I never knew that I was so talkative, but I still said what was on my mind without thinking.

Although I don't know where I came from, I want to have a simple and easy future.I'm already trapped in these layers of buds, so why would I add some human ethical shackles.

If one has to bear so many troublesome etiquettes for self-cultivation and adulthood, one cannot move one's body, one cannot move one's mind, then I should not work hard on cultivation—the demon life to escape may not necessarily be a sea of ​​suffering, life is just a sea of ​​suffering.

The young man among the flowers and trees was stunned, probably thinking that a "fairy" like me was beyond his expectation, and then he laughed heartily, "What you taught me, you little demon, is that God is too rigid."

It is the first time to be praised, and it is a young beast with a good voice and good looks. I am very proud of it.

Fortunately, I'm not that stupid, obviously my blood has not been able to fully restore him, otherwise why can't he use any divine power?

Although I don't know the art of transformation yet, I am already very comfortable with the art of moving objects, and I can also understand that even the art of moving objects requires a lot of mental effort, and it is obviously impossible for him to use the art of changing objects at this moment.

I concentrated again and gathered a blood clot, and held it in front of him with my leaf.

He half-sitting and covering himself among the layers of leaves, he raised his thick eyebrows slightly and asked, "This... is your blood? You used your own blood to save me?"

"Well, you don't like it? You are a god, so you hate the blood of us low-level fairies?" There was a burst of sadness and inferiority for no reason: this is the distance between gods and demons, a drop of blood is disgusted.

Forget it, I am a red fruit in the mountains, this is where I grow, I am an unknown grass and tree elf, my blood should be preserved for the flowers and trees that nourish the water and soil on my side.

Those flying in the sky and running on the ground are not my kind, and I will not save them in the future.

I was concentrating on pulling back the leaf I passed, but he locked it firmly in his palm, unable to move a centimeter.

"How could I hate your... blood...just, do you know that blood is the essence of a demon's body? You haven't achieved the true fruit yet. The hard-won essence and blood are the foundation of life. How can you easily break them to rescue other people? You are a weak grass, you have not seen many roots, branches and leaves, how can you stand up to the extraction of so much blood? How much blood did you extract to save me earlier?" Didn't he dislike it?
Judging by the expression, it is true, only the pair of thick eyebrows on Danfeng's eyes can be seen on the delicate face, they are all condensed together, so obvious.

The grievances and bitterness in my heart gradually become sweeter. It turns out that it is such a good thing that someone cares about you.

All the severe cold, hot summer, pain and fatigue in this world seem to be no match for the warmth of such words.

I began to wonder whether the feeling of being fearless and not afraid of a person owning everything is lonely.

It's no wonder that the emperors of the world call themselves lonely and widowed. In order to live alone, have they left behind too many human relationships, leaving only loneliness.

(End of this chapter)