Moreover, now that he's become a wicked succubus, will Nosius and the others still like him?
Qianyuan thought about it and was about to cry again.
When Fanti looked up, she saw Qianyuan with her eyebrows drooping and a pitiful expression.
It feels like no one can refuse him as long as he makes that expression.
Fanti thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we go ask the demon chieftain and see if they are willing to acknowledge your demon identity, or... your elf identity?"
What's the difference between this and burying your head in the sand?
Moreover, Qianyuan doesn't hate the demon race or Fanti and the others.
He was simply afraid of the angels' rejection of the demons.
The cub was also deeply impressed by the way Nosius scoffed at the demons when he talked about them.
Fanti replied without hesitation, "Then why don't we just be good demons?"
The monsters looked at the heartbroken Qianyuan, then at Fanti, and chattered amongst themselves: "But what should we do?"
"Yes, yes, it's been five hundred years, and I haven't done a single good deed."
Fanti didn't know either, so he could only ask Qianyuan.
Qianyuan: ...
His memories were all jumbled up, and after trying hard to remember for a long time, he said, "Uh, carrying on good deeds and eliminating malpractices?"
Hmm, no, wrong frequency.
Qianyuan chose to withdraw.
He touched his horn and then remembered to tell Vatican the eight commandments that the angels followed.
Do not kill, do not lose your integrity, do not seek personal pleasure...
Each one of them violates the instincts of the demon race.
However, their most important rule drives them to constantly go against their instincts.
In the demon race, the strong are respected.
The original demons were the strongest progenitors.
So even if Qian Yuan orders them to die, they will carry it out without fail, tearing out their own hearts and crushing them before their very eyes.
Soon, news of the demons' changes spread throughout the entire continent.
Everyone who heard the news thought they had gone mad.
Until the person rescued by the demons appeared.
"Three or five monsters... together, crawled out of the shadows! Step by step, as if watching me struggle in my death throes, toying with my last breath. I thought I wouldn't even be able to leave my last words, but then one of the monsters squatted down and asked me: Where do you want to be teleported to???"
"Oh my god, I wish I were crazy!!!"
"Just thinking about that scene gives me goosebumps! Look! My skin is all red. Damn it, I'm allergic to demons doing good deeds!!!"
"Don't help me up, I can't fall down, or those monsters will come smelling the scent again!"
The entire continent was filled with lamentations.
However, the overall security has improved a lot, and even the healers have been using fewer powerful healing spells lately. However, many people have been left with a psychological trauma called "the demons helping old ladies cross the road".
This impact isn't much, haha.
That's the only way everyone can comfort themselves.
Hearing the recent commotion caused by the demons, Nosius had already guessed that the cub had recovered.
But Vanti did not summon him as promised.
what happened?
Nosius frowned, shrinking not far from the entrance to the abyss. Qianyuan, who was secretly watching Nosius, felt the hair on her ankles burning.
That was a mark Nosius left when he was a cub, the only dark mark on the new snow.
It landed on Qianyuan's feet, not so much as protection, but more as a symbol of confinement or control.
Oh no, Chien is too close. Nosius seems to have noticed something.
He remembered that Nosius could see his abilities even in his dreams, and his heart tightened; he quickly tried to back away.
But when it turned around, it bumped into a hard wall of flesh.
Nosius grabbed Qianyuan's wrist, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one silver, staring at him and scrutinizing him from head to toe.
"You've grown up."
Even when Qianyuan grew up, he only reached Nosius's shoulder. He was far shorter than Nosius, whose huge black wings could still cover him from head to toe.
Moreover, and moreover...
Qianyuan lowered his head and stood obediently, but his tail betrayed his feelings at every moment.
The slender tail swayed restlessly, then, under Nosius's cold gaze, it secretly snuggled against Nosius's calf.
Nosius could no longer restrain himself and acted on his impulse. His black wings spread out and enveloped the two of them, forcing Qianyuan to press herself tightly against Nosius's chest.
Qianyuan could only look up, trying to discern Nosius's emotions by his breath.
In the enveloping darkness, Chien gradually heard Nosius's heartbeat.
Nosius also looked down at him, only a breath away from Qianyuan.
Just then, the abyss began to tremble and churn again for some unknown reason, with turmoil stirring up, like dark clouds in the sky, turning the world into a gray expanse, very similar to the chaotic place of the previous world.
Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck from the churning clouds, tearing through the sky and illuminating all the darkness, even shining through Nosius's wings.
When the lightning struck the abyss behind him, a ray of light fell on Nosius's face, and Qianyuan finally saw a glimpse of the outline of Nosius's eyes again.
And those incredibly bright eyes, brimming with countless emotions.
Qianyuan's eyes could always sense a hazy light.
At that moment, the thunderclap seemed like a divine intervention, causing Nosius's eyes to reappear before him.
Those striking heterochromatic eyes.
Qian Yuan's sealed memories began to tremble, and he frowned: "Nosius...?"
"no……"
Qianyuan uttered those three words.
Like unlocking a dusty cabinet with a password, a flood of memories rushed into Qianyuan's mind.
Qianyuan finally realized what she was uneasy about, what she was sad about, and what she was grieving about.
He looked at Nosius with tears in his eyes, but before he could speak, he fainted.
Qianyuan was overwhelmed with emotion, experiencing both extreme joy and sorrow, and fainted.
Nosius immediately hugged Qianyuan tightly, patted his head, flapped his wings, and flew quickly towards the familiar direction.
In Qianyuan's mind, a faint voice kept repeating: "Core data released, no receiver currently available, requesting takeover... Attempting to connect, no response. Trying again..."
In Qianyuan's dream, Zhou Jinze is not doing well.
He was even more lonely than I was. After I left, he was always alone, sleeping alone, and living alone.
Even in death, he died alone in the wilderness, his chest riddled with a large hole shot by an enemy, blood gushing out continuously. But Zhou Jinze's last act was not to leave a will, but to try his best to move himself to the stream, clean the bloodstains off his body, and then, clean and handsome, go to find his little monster.
Clutching a piece of candy tightly in his hand, he embarked on his journey with a satisfied heart.
Even searching is better than helplessly waiting.
There is always a glimmer of hope left for him, allowing him to wander through this world, and then slowly, slowly, ascend to the more vast and boundless higher latitudes.
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