Demon King Dad

The word of blood floating in the air slowly landed, blending into the thick blood of the foot.

Bread turned around and continued to do what he wanted to do, without any change because of Xing Li standing behind him.

Her attitude was so indifferent, and this coldness seemed to give Xing Li an illusion.

It's like the feeling when I first saw an idiot many years ago.

That kind of coldness, that kind of mercilessness, that kind of indifferent eyes that don't care about anything that I don't care about...

Father and daughter... are they?

But this similarity is absolutely abnormal.

Xing Li wanted to say something, at this moment, the bread had already reached out into the iron cage on the side. She squeezed her **** hands and raised them. Holding a small

dog.

But when Xingli wondered what the girl wanted to do when she caught such a puppy, the bread was pinched by its two ears with her left hand, and her right hand grabbed one of the puppy's left forelimbs and raised her thumb... …

One stroke.

The strong wind passing between the thumbs cut off the left foreleg of the puppy like tofu.

"Bow bark!!!"

The severe pain made the puppy begin to struggle, constantly fluttering, and the three-lobed mouth also began to scream. But these screams sounded in Bread's ears, but they seemed completely non-existent. She threw away the broken limbs in her hands, and the golden light enveloped the wounds, and the wounds healed quickly. Then, she grabbed the puppy's other foot again, and continued to cut it off like a gourd.

Xing Li's mouth half-opened" staring dumbfounded at what was happening in front of her.

She just looked at the Liliang girl in front of her, who should have been happy and carefree, and in front of her, she personally tore up the limbs of a puppy. Then, the puppy was thrown on the ground like garbage.

The blood-stained guiding force at his feet began to emit light. Perhaps because of the blood, the light of the guiding force array seemed to be full of bright red smell. The swirling vortex was also like a vortex of blood at the moment, it looked so strange.

"Bread...what are you doing?"

Bread did not respond. She stretched out the blood-stained palms and hovered above the puppy. The emerald green eyes looked extremely calm and terrifying.

"Bread! What are you..."

Pop!

With a burst," the plasma flew.

The red light of the guiding force slowly disappeared into the entire library, appearing extremely quiet.

Only the strong and pungent smell, slowly, began to spread the miserable cry of the puppy again, and stopped.

Xingli stared blankly at the girl in front of her who was squatting on the ground with her back to her.

The puppy that I saw from under her skirt, at this moment, had stopped moving the bread and slowly stood up. Similarly, she slowly turned around.

Xingli looked at her like this...

Seeing the meat and internal organs on her face, the clothes on her chest were once again stained with blood and meat sauce.

In her body, the only thing that hasn’t been contaminated by red is probably those hollow emerald-colored pupils, without any emotion, so that everyone who meets these eyes will involuntarily feel the harshest winter.” Bread lifted her foot and kicked the corpse of the little puppy aside. After that, as if nothing had happened, she walked to the blackboard on the side, and the chalk continued to write on the blackboard. formula.

Because of the blood between her fingers, the white chalk is now dyed red, and rows of red fonts are written on the blackboard.

Looking at such bread, Xing Li finally couldn't laugh anymore. She stepped forward, grabbed the girl's shoulder, and said, "Bread, do you know what you are doing?"

The bread didn't look back." She raised her left hand, and the blood on her fingertips stayed in the air.

"Of course I know. I am very awake now and don't need Teacher Xingli to worry about it. 》

"Don’t worry, is it possible? You look at the way you are now, why don’t you look in the mirror? Do you think Mr. Bu Bai will be happy if you do this? Seeing your daughter become faint, you call Mr. Bai is in the Spirit of Heaven, how can he rest assured?"

"Baba will of course be happy. 》

The chalk between your fingers, stop.

Bread turned his head and the corner of his mouth began to show a strange smile.

She was holding the chalk." The emerald-colored eyes began to show radiance, as if she had experienced something very happy, she giggled.

"Baba will praise me as a good boy. Ba Ba will also be very happy with what I am doing now. Because, I will resurrect Baba, nnn just give me a little more time and I will be able to resurrect Baba. At that time, "Baba will definitely praise the bread happily... saying that bread is a good boy~nn"

A happy smile was raised on the cheeky face of bread.

She smiled...

Smiling gently and confidently.

The girl's eyes turned, and it seemed that she had begun to dream of the warm life after the resurrection of the idiot.

When thinking about these things, her smile was so sweet and so warm.

A slap in the face hit Bread's smile and bloodstained face.

"You give me a clearer mind! Bread! Mr. Xiaobai is dead, how can you accept this fact? I know you are very sad, but now it is really impossible for Mr. Xiaobai to come back! Cheer up, don't let Your father will still worry about you after he died, so hurry up and find a good day to bury Mr. Xiaobai, and then cry at the funeral, okay?"

Xing Li grabbed the bread by the shoulders and yelled. This may be the first time in her life that she has taught someone so loudly. Now, she only hopes that this girl can be sober, not to go on like this!

Sin...

The teeth of the bread, one bite.

The next moment, her hands suddenly piled up, and a strong wind rolled up from her palm." She directly pushed Xingli and slammed her to the bookshelf over there, smashed, smashed, a large area. The bookshelves shattered.

"I won't let Ba Ba be buried"

"Baba is still waiting for me to resurrect him! I know that Ba Ba has been waiting. 》

"Every time I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Ba Ba! Ba Ba kept saying to me "Hurry up and revive me, even at any cost, hurry up and revive me! I want to be with the bread forever"! 》

"I will never let the filthy mud cover Baba's body. I will never allow the so-called funeral! 》

"no way! 》

The blood-colored handwriting fell from the air.

After writing this last handwriting, Bread didn't wait for Xingli to say anything." He turned around and raised his hand. The blood on the ground quickly pulled up, becoming two blood giants, and quickly rushed towards Xingli!

Outside the library, pedestrians in the dark were talking and laughing.

But the loud bang that followed completely broke the silence of the night.

Xing Li's body flew out, she quickly turned around in mid-air, and landed steadily. But she didn't wait for the people around to react, nor did she wait for her to step forward again! The wall of the damaged library was immediately covered by a layer of dry soil, filling the hole in the wall, and wrapping it up again.

"Bread? Bread!"

Xing Li rushed towards the door of the library again, but her hand just touched the door handle of the door, and an electric current rushed from the handle and bounced Xing Li's hand away. The teacher looked at the sealed building in front of him, and then thought of the obviously abnormal behavior of the little girl inside. Naturally, the worries in his heart could no longer be explained in ordinary words.

Inside the museum, everything is still going on.

The mystery of time, began to pass through **** attempts again and again, "the instability again and again, and slowly gathered in the palm of this girl.

The moon was dark, and the lake outside the window was rippled by the winter wind.

In this dark room, the girl’s eyes turned into the most bleak icy cold. She continued to pinch the chalk on her fingertips, ticking, and writing on the blackboard how to deal with the balance between power and life. A very difficult thing.

But no matter how difficult it is, bread will never give up.

She was immersed in her own thinking, and after every thought, she continued to experiment with her own power with those animals.

Will succeed...

As long as you continue, you will succeed.

No, no matter what, I will definitely make things successful. It only takes a little time, plus a little effort. "...

The small woods looked extraordinarily cold today.

The dark woods are now out of reach. The excitement and safety of the day are completely gone...

The black dragon inhabiting the forest has fallen asleep, and even the death knight has curled up in a dark corner" and stopped speaking.

In this darkness, a young girl walks in the forest.

She walked slowly under the tallest tree in the forest and raised her head. There is a cold luster in the emerald eyes.

Step onto the platform" and push open the familiar door.

With a smile on the girl's face, she walked in slowly.

The cold moonlight came in from the branches" shone on the grass and on the platform. A row of **** footprints slowly stretched where the girl had walked. The dry and sticky blood silently showed her most brutal side. Under the moonlight.

Squeaky opened the door and the girl with a nice face entered the room.

She still had a smile on her face. When she looked at the coffin in the room, those emerald eyes immediately changed from the coldness to Xing Fen. She walked up and pressed the lid of the coffin.

The lid of the coffin without joints was gently pushed open, and a chill overflowed from it.

The girl's fingers lightly landed on the faint ice coffin inside, and the green fingertips lightly slid, drawing a blood fingerprint on the pure and flawless ice.

Bing Gufeng, the man still closed his eyes, "sleeping".

Perhaps for this girl, he was "sleeping".

The girl knelt beside the ice coffin with a smile. Her palm covered with red liquid gently stroked the ice coffin, leaving a bright red mark.

Under the red mark, the man's face was dignified and haggard. The black hair with white silk on that end made him look very weak.

(Baba, wait for the bread, just wait a little longer)

(Soon Bread will be able to study the power of resurrecting Ba Ba. It does not take much time for Ba Ba to get out of this **** ice coffin. I will live with Bread again.)

The girl laughed... giggled.

Her laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, and her bloodshot fingers kept circling the ice coffin. The girl smiled like that, and put her face on the ice coffin and on the man's chest.

(Just, Baba" Please bear with it for a while, it doesn’t take too long, as long as you bear with it a little longer, it’s fine...)

(Give the bread a little more time, it will be done soon..." It will be done soon. I have analyzed some of the rules of time, and now, I kill those, "life" will no longer destroy their bodies After taking care of it, the internal organs of those small animal wells are still messed up, but the appearance is okay.)

The girl's eyes were gentle and soft.

She lay on the cold freezer, as if lying in the arms of the man in the ice."

Can't feel any cold, it seems that there is only endless warmth, slowly flowing.

(Baba, next, I will try to experiment with larger and more tangible lives. I believe that within a few lives, I will be able to grasp the mystery. At that time, I will be able to start Carry out the "time rebirth" experiment. I believe that soon I will be able to succeed" soon...... soon......)

The girl's smile is as beautiful as a huā flower blooming in spring.

The girl has been smiling so refreshingly, smiling without the slightest human fireworks, and the emerald-colored empty eyes continue to stare at the man in the ice coffin, reaching out her hand, as if she can directly touch her father's face.

The smile blooms like huā.

The cold moonlight outside the window, at this moment" seemed to be afraid of this sweet smile without any malicious intent, and quietly hid behind the clouds.

The whole world, at this moment, slowly became pitch black and used darkness to cover up all the ugliness and corruption.” Only the purest and most kind darkness remains, presented in front of this world...

Things need to continue.

In a blink of an eye, it was November. In addition to the more obvious cooling, the icy snow flakes began to drift down slowly.

The wind blowing the sand still maintains a peaceful day. For the civilians of the entire Bucks Empire, this year may be considered the most stable year.

This year, there is "no war, no disease. No sudden disaster" and no attempts to rise by careerists.

All in all, it seems so peaceful this year. People have plenty of reasons to laugh, and then smile to greet the upcoming Holy Eve festival, don't they?

It's also... right.

In any case, the streets and lanes began to be decorated. Just like the past few decades, decorate the atmosphere of the festival, and then call a group of performers to play songs and dances to start listening to set off the lively festival.

However, those flying snow has become the biggest enemy to hinder people's interest. In previous years, these blizzards can be regarded as a gift from nature, playing for children in the sand, and adding sentiment to lovers who choose to date on snowy days.

But this year is different, these flying snow are too cold, so cold and merciless.

Even the workers in charge of decorating the holiday ornaments hurriedly retracted into the cold house after hanging the national flag, rubbing their hands, warming the road, and cursing the bad weather outside.

This year, it was surprisingly cold.

Why is it so cold this year in such an ordinary and unremarkable security year with nothing happening?

In the past, even if the wind blows the sand and encounters a war and suffers a devastating blow, as long as it is facing the final holy night sacrifice, it will always give people some joyful feelings.

But this year... why don't you feel that way?

The cold wind whizzed past. Roll up the snow in that place and fly to the sky.

Is it because the cliff has cracked and has not been repaired yet? This wind blows the strongest sand, the disappearance of the "protective umbrella", which makes it feel so cold now?

The wind caught the snow and hung over.

These snow flakes swept across the roof of the church, passing by a girl wearing a mask.

Her silver hair was blown up with the wind and snow, but this didn't make her move in the slightest.

The silver pupils under the mask stared at the city in front of them, as if they were replacing someone, protecting the city...,

……,

"Head, this is not our hidden job." A woman in her twenties with two double knives on her back jumped onto the roof. She pushed the glasses on her nose and said coldly.

, "Our job is to act secretly, not to fight with the guards here."

The group leader didn't talk, her eyes just pierced through the wind and snow, looking at everything in the city.

, "Head? Head!"

The subordinate stepped forward and called out. But her shouting couldn't be exchanged for any movement of the leader, but just when the subordinate was going to pull their leader's arm, the girl slowly stood up.

"Here, my husband's city."

"He, guarded, here, sixteen years. Next, it's time for me."

After all, the head of the regiment, regardless of the dissuasion of his subordinates, jumped directly from the top of the thirty-meter-high church. In the blizzard, she turned around halfway and landed on the ground gently and skillfully, only to see the fire on the soles of her feet flashing, and the wife was no longer visible in the fierce snowstorm.

The raging wind and snow made people tremble in the cold.

And in this blizzard, the library still stands.

Icicles hung under the eaves of this building. Rong like the teeth of an evil beast, as if any life that dared to enter the library would be crushed by this row of sharp teeth and crushed into powder.