It was indeed a face that looked too young, but no one looked down on the boy because of his young age.
On the contrary, due to this overly ostentatious appearance, everyone present was temporarily speechless.
The white dragon was circling in the air, with its tail still a little above the ground. The mysterious boy with blond hair and blue eyes stopped on the dragon's tail and looked down at the people below. He slowly assessed the people present, with an innate reserve and arrogance on his face.
Perhaps because he was very satisfied with the reaction he saw from humans, the boy raised the corners of his mouth proudly, jumped down without any hesitation, and landed lightly on the ground with almost no sound.
As its master landed safely, the giant white dragon no longer remained almost motionless, but sped up its speed in the air. The space in the venue was still a bit small and cramped for the dragon, causing the beautiful beast to tumble restlessly in the air, like a passing silver wave.
An anxious hiss came from deep in the white dragon's throat, like the sound of an ancient Lingyin bell ringing, wantonly destroying the hermit's century-old tranquility.
The lion standing on the sand had happily approached the boy the moment he landed, making one wonder for a moment whether the lion's species had been classified incorrectly.
The dark green color that had just turned out due to the battle with the kobolds was gradually fading away, turning into the same light golden color as the little king's noble hair. It had its own halo like sunlight, and was so conspicuous in this dead silent darkness, like a symbol of hope.
The lion lay down skillfully at the boy's feet, resting his head comfortably on the sand at his master's feet, revealing his belly docilely, without any trace of the innocent viciousness that he had when he was playing with ghosts and gods just now.
At this moment, the lion was acting like a kitten, hoping to be stroked by its master. Perhaps it heard the name of its old friend, and the colorful reaper also let out a low purr, sounding a little unhappy as if being ignored.
Michel Ende soothingly rubbed the lion Graugram's round ears, as he always did, but the lion's behavior just now was not enough for him to commend him. Even in the face of the big cat's coquettishness, the little king still rationally refused.
After patting the lion's head and seeing that the big cat was almost appeased, the little king turned towards the police and the witch, as if he had just noticed them, his arrogance was fully revealed.
Seeing the policemen looking at him with alertness and shock on their faces as if they were facing a powerful enemy, Haiyinsi Suyou was very satisfied with the appearance he had planned.
[ohhhhhh——]
[Cool, this is a cool way to make an appearance. Who else is there?]
[Too handsome, damn, motherly love has gone bad (bushi)]
[I thought the little king was very handsome when I was in the Red Temple before, but this appearance is absolutely amazing. I seriously suspect that he gave money to the live broadcast room, hahahaha]
[It smells like money. I feel this way every time I see one of the Little Kings.]
[Hiss, the lion seems to be stronger now? It’s been a long time since the little king appeared, and I finally saw him this time, great!]
[It seems that the little king has indeed become stronger. Didn’t he just easily make the people in two rooms hallucinate? I have never seen this trick before.]
[But wait, what the hell is this déjà vu of a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, hahahahahahahaha]
[Help, I beg for a pair of eyes that have not seen the previous bullet screen, I will pay a lot for them]
[Laughing to death, hahahahahahahaha, brilliant]
The mysterious boy with blond hair and blue eyes didn't seem to have any intention of talking to anyone else present. After stepping on the ground, his eyes were only on the lion.
"It's okay to play with prey, but don't let it affect efficiency." The little king said a little dissatisfied, but his tone was more like a complaint to someone close to him than a reproach.
The big lion, who had turned golden, lowered his head a little guiltily, trying to bury himself in the colorful sand. He also covered his eyes with his paws like a thief covering his ears, thinking that Michel Ende could not see him. He looked stupid, half-hearted.
There is no sign of him playing with powerful ghosts and gods at will just now.
A gentle purring sound comes from the lion's throat. It is hard to imagine that such rough vocal cords can produce such a soft sound. Although it is still different from the sound of a cat, it can still be considered a kind of coquettishness.
Seeing it like this, even the little king, who had looked so inhuman just now, was a little moved.
"Forget it, follow me." The blond young king stroked the necklace on his chest and said slowly.
It was also at this time that the police officers on the scene discovered that the boy was wearing a peculiarly shaped necklace around his neck. The shape of two snakes, one black and one white, made the expression of the special operations team's highest commander of this operation change slightly.
The king took the lead and walked in front, passing by the lion's hair, which had become somewhat dull because it was worried about making the king unhappy.
The lion known as the Colorful Death immediately realized that he had been completely forgiven. He immediately regained his previous energetic appearance, jumped up from the ground, and followed the little king in a flash.
It was also at this time that everyone regained their own thinking as if waking up from a dream.
The oldest and most experienced officer, Kurosawa, was the first to notice that there was a problem with the equipment, and this time he was the first to raise his questions.
"May I ask who you are?"
The older policeman asked cautiously. He was prepared for a bad answer, but being ignored was a bit surprising.
The mysterious boy with blond hair and blue eyes seemed to have not heard these words at all. Or maybe he did hear them, but these words were still insignificant to them. He disappeared again without a trace just like when they arrived.
"Stay on the first floor and don't cause any trouble." These were the last words the boy said before he disappeared.
Michel Ende really had no intention of wasting time here, as he had some things to figure out, and in the situation of a disparity in power, those policemen with clairvoyance who were not affected by hallucinations became a burden.
It is almost certain that this demon is somehow related to the legendary Momotaro, or that this demon itself was created from this legend.
The demon he and Fuk Long had destroyed on the roof had obvious features of a rooster, and the demon just killed by the lion had a dog's head. In addition, the pattern painted on the folding screen that seemed to have some kind of magical power undoubtedly corresponds to the story of Momotaro.
The three companions of Momotaro in the legend are a rooster, a monkey, and a dog, but now it seems that they have become three incarnations of ghosts and gods.
In this case, the way the man in the lobby died seemed to make some sense.
Momotaro was born from a split peach. If we imagine a man's head as a peach that was split open, then it is understandable that the missing brain has become a mysterious thing. In the world of psychics, the brain is an organ almost as important as the eyes, and is often used as a sacrifice in ceremonies, and this time it is estimated to be the same.
However, Haiyin Temple Suyou still couldn't understand the involvement of Voodoo. But the current situation did not allow him to think too much. Destroying this ghost was the top priority, and he was not completely ignorant of everything.
Through the keen perception of Michel Ende's vest, Haiyinsi Suyou pursed his lips.
The power of this demon itself is not a big deal, but the little king who uses the power of the fantasy kingdom to make people fall into dreams naturally discovered that there is a force trying to enter one of the meeting rooms on the second floor.
The conference room is full of ordinary people. The only one who can attract ghosts and gods is Edogawa Conan, who is surrounded by black mist and may be a tonic for some ghosts and gods, and the golden ticket that is currently held by Mouri Ran, which in a sense belongs to a psychic creation.
Regardless of whether the ultimate goal is Edogawa Conan or the golden ticket, a demon that has learned to evolve by devouring special humans or a demon that wants to snatch the golden ticket is not a good thing for Kaionji Suyou's next plan.
The little king stopped abruptly, causing the follower behind him to gasp.
"Being followed by flies and mosquitoes is really...
It’s a frustrating thing, isn’t it?
There was still silence in the darkness behind Michael Ender, but the young king waited patiently.
Sure enough, a figure walked out with head held high, as if it was a proud peacock showing off.
The Red Witch stood opposite the little king with an expressionless face.
"Let's work together."
The young Wang laughed sarcastically before she finished speaking.
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On the other side, Haiyin Temple Tour was also waiting for its followers to come out.
This entire venue was almost shrouded by the power of the little king. The whereabouts of the stalker were no secret to Haiyin Temple from the beginning. As long as he wanted, he could even know exactly where the "fly" that was following him was behind him. After all, this tracking was like an undisguised following.
"We don't seem to be very familiar with each other."
In the dim fire escape, only the emergency power supply was still barely supplying electricity. The red light bulbs emitted an ominous dark light, making the concrete floor look as if it was covered with fresh blood.
When the words of Suyou fell in Haiyin Temple, his follower seemed to realize that his clumsy tracking was exposed, and slowly walked out of his hiding place.
If it weren't for the white robe that was too ethnic and made him stand out in the darkness, Lai Ren would have almost merged into the darkness.
Just as expected before the Haiyin Temple tour, the exchange student from Africa was staring at him intently. His eyes, which were too black and white, seemed to emit a faint light in the dark, and they were like a black gem with a cat's eye effect, giving people a sense of abruptness, sharpness and piercing.
When Suyou was about to say something else in Haiyin Temple to extract information, the young voodoo believer suddenly threw himself in his direction, knelt heavily on the ground, and kissed the air in front of him devoutly.