Demon King Dad

Time, 1181, early spring.

In the southern cities, winter is very short. In less than a month after the Holy Eve Festival, there is no more snow in the sky. Those elves that symbolize coldness and winter leave with great wit, leaving only an artistic reverie for those who like to admire their beautiful figures, but ignore their unique darkness and ruthlessness.

The idiot still lives at his own pace during this period of time. In the first month, he once again returned to the state where he would seem extremely tired even when he moved. He couldn't move his steps, couldn't walk, let alone run. He couldn't even straighten his waist and could only crawl on the ground.

This kind of life continued, he couldn't stand upright, and of course he couldn't go to sweep the floor. Unable to work, Principal Campa brought him less and less food. If he still can't stand up and go out, the old man will really stop serving food and let him starve to death.

The idiot's endurance is strong enough, maybe even if Russia is hungry for ten days and eight days, he can continue to live. But bread is obviously not good, and this child who has just been born for a year can't endure hunger like an idiot. She needs someone to take care of her, and the corner of her clothes that is always held in the palm of her hands by her little hands is an idiot. Looking at him with aquamarine eyes, pulling the corners of his clothes, two little feet with no strength stood up straight, fell, stood up straight, and fell again.

The idiot knew that he couldn't wait any longer. For food, he wants to live. For bread, he must also live. Headmaster Campa didn't set a time for him, but he didn't let the bread go hungry. It was the time limit set by the world on his shoulders.

To live is to constantly struggle with death.

It doesn't matter if you are a child, or if you live in a world different from other people. It doesn't matter if you even sleep, walk, or eat a bite of warm food, you have to save your life and fight with death.

If you don't want to die, you must grit your teeth and live.

In January, the idiot left all the food for the buns, and only relied on eating some of the most trash, dirtiest bark, roots, pots, bottoms and ashes. Finally, as time entered February, he carried the harness that seemed to be weightless to others, and took the broom to sweep the streets of the school again.

With the passage of time, his sleeping position was finally changed from his back to the wall, in the least compressive way, to the previous lying position. Even under the pressure of the heavy armor, his lungs can expand freely, lift the armor to let fresh air into his body, and his movements return to the same naturalness as before. , Truly became what others saw as "without any restraint, just walking around at will".

For all this, the top of the tower. Whenever Headmaster Campa saw that little figure walking through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sweeping the floor, a smile appeared involuntarily at the corner of his mouth.

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"Come."

On a sunny afternoon at the end of February, the sun shone on the shoulders of the Royal Academy. The idiot dropped the broom in his hand, stood on the gravel road in the campus area, arched his waist, and stretched out his hands forward. And right in front of him, it was two feet that were not very stable, and his small body was a little shaky bread.

"Ah~~Woo~~"

On the sunny road, the bun swayed. She screamed, her feet tentatively stepped forward, her hands stretched out straight, and she walked towards the idiot step by step.

The distance between the little bread and the idiot is not short, this section of the road that an adult has to walk ten steps to reach is indeed a long journey for a baby. The idiot stood at the end, bent over, opened his hands, those eyes still looked forward without expression, only one word was spit out from his mouth—

"Come."

"Oh~~~"

Maybe it's the joy of trying to move with one's feet, and the bun makes a happy cry while walking. In the bright sunshine, the little girl squinted her eyes and smiled, and she rushed towards the idiot. However, such acceleration will of course have some consequences that make her uncomfortable.

Puff through.

Rushing too fast, the little girl fell face down on the cold hard ground.

"Woo...Woo..."

The spring temperature in Fengchushacheng is higher than that of Senag. Because of the warm weather, there are not many clothes on Little Bread, and the fall that rushes forward like this...should let her fully feel, what is pain?

"Woo... woo... woo..."

The fallen little girl began to sobbing, she raised her head, but she didn't see a pair of hands that came to hug her. All I saw was the still cold eyes in front of him.

"Come."

The idiot said the same word three times. His movements did not change, he still stood on the spot, stretching out his hands.

This world is cruel, no one will help you get up. Therefore, you must learn to get up on your own, and then walk towards your destination without relying on anyone.

The cold, pitch-black pupils stared at the immature emerald pupils. Little Bread's sobbing gradually eased, because she also knew that the person in front of her could never help herself. Finally, the cry of the little girl gradually stopped. She pushes up her butt, propped her hands on the ground, and once again supported herself with those two feet. After that, he continued to shake the body that was not stable enough, and continued step by step towards the idiot.

Puff through.

climb up……

Puff...

Get up again.

Puff...

climb up.

Indifferent eyes just watched the repeated falling, rising, falling, and then rising movements of the bun. The clothes on her body were dirty, and the skin of her clean palm was a little torn, reflecting blood. The little girl finally couldn't bear the pain, she sat on the ground and cried with her palm. But no matter how sad or scared she was crying, her hands were still there, waiting for him to come over and throw into that embrace...

I cried, and got up again. There were a few big teardrops hanging on the little girl's face, which was as bright as a jewel under the sun. She opened her hands and leaped towards those big hands with an expression of still sobbing and sobbing. Just as she was about to take the last step into that embrace, her footsteps tripped again and her body became uncontrollable. Fall forward...

………………

There was no sound of a popping sound.

At the moment when this little body was about to fall, one of his hands had already supported her body and hugged her.

"Uh... Uh~~~~~! Uh~~~~~~!"

The cold eyes are still cold. But when Xiao Bread raised her head and saw these eyes, she groaned. She raised her body with her small feet again, whimpered, and plunged into the idiot's chest completely. Those little hands grabbed the idiot's clothes and buried his little face in his chest...Laughing...Laughing cheerfully...

The afternoon sun is warm and comfortable, and the fragrance of spring has spread throughout the windy sand city. Fresh buds were re-woven on the trees along the road, and the flowers in the flower beds showed buds that were about to open again. The golden light on that beggar's face... also melted the coldness on his face a bit?

The break is over. To be more correct, it was the fifteen minutes lunch time that Principal Campa allowed him to end. He bent down, picked up the broom again, took out a dry and tasteless compressed biscuit from his arms, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed it. He will start sweeping the floor again and clean the campus.

"Woo~~~"

Just when the idiot was preparing to hold the broom with both hands, he felt a small touch in his left hand. Lowering his head, I saw a small hand holding his finger, and an attachment smile appeared on that innocent face.

"call………………"

The idiot sighed, instead of pulling out his hand, he grabbed the little hand with his left hand. With only one right hand holding the broom, walking and sweeping.

"Your patience is really tough enough, so you really have time to teach this little girl to walk?!"

Dim Mi opened the blood pupil, looked at the idiot who was walking and sweeping the floor, and sighed ironically.

"I said you, why do you always waste time on these things? If you have time to teach this little girl to walk, it's better to look at the swordsmanship in your mind! In addition to the first swordshang, the second How are you looking at the sword? How long does it take to learn? Three months, is that enough?"

The idiot shook his head slightly, and he hadn't watched the second sword at all during this time. Rather, he practiced repeatedly and repeatedly studied and beat the first sword in his heart. He is not in a hurry. Compared to those who want to pursue higher and deeper martial arts and become stronger, he really doesn't care about those things in his mind. Because compared to learning the other five swords in my mind, watching the little girl learn to walk, watching her walk longer and longer, seems to have become a more important thing...

In fact, this idiot is indeed correct. Six swords swordsmanship is a swordsmanship that pays great attention to the basics. Although its tricks are simple, the more unpretentious the place, the stronger the damage. Even a person with a basic knowledge of swordsmanship will not be able to learn this set of swordsmanship in two or three years. What's more, a child with no foundation at all? For an idiot who is currently only eleven years old, being able to wield the first sword of death is already a great thing.

"...?"

While Dim Mi was still chattering, the teaching area suddenly heard the roar of salute. Looking up, some colorful balloons rose slowly, seeming to be celebrating something.

"Oh, ah~~"

Bun took the idiot's hand and shook it. The idiot sighed and looked up.

"Hey, what the **** is this?" Dimie said.

"…………do not know."

"Of course I know that you don't know. You kid has been busy with this **** girl recently. It would be strange to know! Anyway, isn't today the first day of the new semester? I remember that old man seemed to say that this is... What is it?"

"Should make up enrollment."

"Hey, yes, this is it."

The so-called supplementary enrollment refers to an enrollment activity held at the beginning of each year at the Royal College that is different from national enrollment. Because this campus still belongs to the military academy, its strict teaching and special power have caused many noble children who come here to complain. After only half a year of school, there was noisy and noisy refusal to go to school, so there are definitely not a few students who drop out. And the college will not try to retain these students, because most of the students trained in this school are national politicians or military personnel. A student who can't bear hardship and leaves instead of letting him grow up and harm the country, he should leave soon .

But in this way, some vacant seats will appear every year. In order to make up for these vacant seats, the school will start enrollment again every spring. However, compared with the national enrollment, the entrance examination is stricter this time. This is also to ensure the quality of new students and prevent another group of students who will run away or cannot keep up with their studies.