Ali's Bizarre Adventure

There was some black ashes on the little girl's face.

See Ahri and the others walk in.

stopped moving.

A trace of fear could be seen in the expression, but there was a special sense of indifference, as if these people had nothing to do with her when they came in.Or... In her heart, she is very indifferent to this world.

This is not what an innocent and cute little loli should look like.

This state should appear in an unsatisfactory marriage, high work pressure, and many family conflicts.Life remains the same, and if I want to look up at the sky, it is all gray adults.

In the autumn season, the little girl was wearing a dirty short sleeve.

There are several holes.

It looked a little downcast.

Probably, because her father was a drunk, and her mother left the family for some reason.

Then it became like this?

This was Ahri's first reaction when he first saw the scene inside the house, and it was just a very simple impression.

There is no analysis, let alone evidence.

It just looks like this.

"What... do you want to do?" The drunk man was not very old, he should be in his 20s.

After seeing Ari and the others, he was not afraid.

Probably the alcohol had paralyzed him.

"you're drunk?"

Seeing his unsteady standing, Ari felt a little helpless, "Sit down first, sober up."

After Ahri finished speaking, he walked towards the little girl who baked potatoes.

"Don't...don't touch my daughter."

The man rushed over quickly, and just when his hand was about to touch Ahri, a strong warrior grabbed his wrist.

The strength was great, and the pain distorted the man's face.

Wine... wake up a little...

"You'd better stand still!"

The barbarian warrior pushed the man away, "Otherwise, we will regard you as wanting to assassinate Sir Ahri!"

The man fell to the ground and took a stick.

"Don't touch my daughter!"

the man growled.

A dozen barbarians walked towards the man, Lilia hurried over and stopped them.

"nothing."

Ari said, "He can't threaten me."

The soldiers retreated, and they also knew that this drunk man had no fighting power.

Mainly because they were worried about Ahri's accident.

Ari stopped in her tracks, she did not continue to walk towards the little girl, "I mean no harm."

Ahri was only a dozen meters away from the little girl.

Ali could see more clearly.

The little girl was squatting in front of the fire, still poking potatoes in the fire, her head bowed.

Like an autistic child.

Her hair is a bit messy, braided into an ugly braid, probably because her father is not good at combing hair.

And she herself...was too young...

The little girl's upper body was a pair of shabby green short sleeves, and her lower body was wearing a pair of empty shorts.

This season, Mithral City is still a bit cold.

On her bare forearms and legs, you can see some black and gray, dirty, looking like a foundling on the side of the road.

But Ahri could see a little glimmer of light on her body.

It was a fiery red light.

That is the light of magic.

Ari stood there blankly, with a tinge of joy in her heart, this is the kind of person she was looking for.

A sick person, a source of disaster, and an evil thing.

In Demacia, they are born sinners, spurned, isolated, and hated by others.

—Mage of Demacia!

In the dark house, the light in the little girl's body was almost covered by the reflection of the fire.

But Ali can see.

Ahri is naturally close to natural magic. In Ahri's eyes, natural magic is like water in various forms in the world.

The sea of ​​sheep, the calm lake, the rushing river...

Rain, fog, frost, snow, ice...

Abundant plants, moist land, moist women, and blood flowing in her body...

Magic, like water, is ever-changing.

And can be seen everywhere...

Chapter 579 Poor little mage (2)

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air.

The room was dirty and untidy.

A six or seven-year-old girl squatted in front of the stove, with a fiery red light emitting from her body.

Ahri stood more than ten meters away from the little girl.

She didn't come close.

That drunk man, with a stick in his hand, was staring at Ahri. He might not be an irresponsible father.It should just be that for some reason, the family was impoverished.

Ari's first impression of him may be wrong.

But this is normal.

"Little girl."

Ari squatted down and looked at the little girl at the same level, "You... do you eat the potatoes in the fire at noon?"

The little girl had a cold expression on her face, and her reaction was a little slow.

"Um…"

The little girl nodded.

"I have some dried meat here, here you are." Ari took out a bag of dried animal meat, "This is animal meat from the Northland. It tastes okay, but it's a little hard."

"Your father, doesn't he have a job?"

"No."

"He drinks every day?"

"Ah."

The little girl picked up the bag Ahri had thrown, tentatively picked up a small piece, and bit it.

It tastes salty.

The little girl just ate numbly, kept her distance as usual, and showed no thanks.

Looks like just a lonely kid.

Although this little girl was born in Demacia, she didn't have the polite appearance of a Demacia girl.

"Where's your mother?"

"she…"

The little girl stopped biting her jerky mouth, and she glanced at Ari, "She's dead."

"Damn child, what did you say?"

The drunk man suddenly yelled.

"She's dead."

The little girl said very flatly.

It sounded like she was talking about a stranger, but her expression was a little strange.

It looked a little painful.

The drunk man rushed towards the little girl with a stick, "You broom star."

Seeing the man's angry face, Lilia had no choice but to stop him.

The man is now drunk and irritated, the stick in his hand is very thick, Lilia is afraid that the little girl will be beaten.

Ari didn't quite understand how these two people got along on weekdays.

But... it should be weird.

Just now, when Ari got close to the little girl, that man clearly disregarded his own life.

They all want to protect the child.

Now again.

Maybe their family experienced some special things, the death of his wife made him fall.

But Ari is not easy to ask now.

After all, this should be a scar.

"Don't stop him."

The little girl pulled the blackened potatoes out of the fire, and turned the hot potatoes upside down in both hands, "He won't hit me."

"Forehead?"

"He never hit me."

The little girl peeled off the potato skin, blew on it, took a small bite, and immediately spat it out again, being scalded.

She didn't seem very afraid of Ari and the others.

Just very distant.

"Can you make him sober? I have something to tell your father, something very important."

Ali said.

The little girl stood up, picked up the wooden ladle, and scooped a ladle full of water from a large water tank.

Then fell on her father's head.

The drunken man was a little more sober, and a dozen brawny savages surrounded him dazedly.

"You... seem to be feeling better."

Ari sat down on a chair, and she was holding the jar on her back. It had been six or seven hours.

The body is getting more and more tired.

"Your daughter, is a little... different..."