Demon King Dad

The idiot stopped in an instant, he lowered his head, his cold pupils staring at the blood pupil.

The red eyes confronted the idiot without fear, and the dimmed voice sneered: "You told her not to give up her food. But what about yourself? Why did you give up the food to that girl? You told her to be cruel, What about yourself? Why don’t you be cruel to her too? People live in this world as long as they care about themselves. Then why do you have to take care of this dead girl and think about her everywhere? Human kid, you can answer my questions ?"

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"Hehe, funny. I like such funny things."

Without further dialogue, the blood pupil slowly closed, leaving only the idiot still staring at his right arm, the whole person standing in place like a sculpture, silent...

"Woo..."

The little bread who was shrinking aside raised her head in fear, and glanced at the idiot secretly again. Unfortunately, this eye of her actually met the eye of an idiot again. The cold and dark pupils shot into her retina, causing her to shrink into a ball again out of fear. She put her head in her knees, pinched her small fist to her chest, trembling.

She waited...waited for the punishment to come.

But what she was waiting for was a hand, gently stroking her head...

Xiao Bread raised his head timidly, seeing those cold and dark pupils still. There was still no expression on that face, no joy or anger. But that hand is gently stroking her hair, the palm is big, the movements are very gentle, and the feeling of combing the hair is also very comfortable...

"Woo...Woo~~~"

Little Bread hesitated and got up again. She stretched out her hands to grab the hand that stroked her head... caught it. She looked at this hand, and then at the person in front of her. She let her hold this hand, as if she could hold it forever as long as she didn't let go.

"Wow~~~!"

Finally, Little Bread, who was still full of fear just now, was once again dispelled by a smile. She stumbled into the idiot's arms and started to jump happily. Two little feet stepped on the wooden floor and creaked.

The idiot sighed, this kind of inexplicable air has been sighed countless times since contact with this little girl. Although he was sighing, even though his actions were completely contrary to the "code of conduct" of this world, he still stroked the head of the little girl in his arms with his own hands, and kept touching.

The golden sunlight is still swaying the warmth of spring, did the slight vibration of the floor also spread to the dulan tree next to it? It was bathed in the last ray of sunset, and the green branches and leaves stretched freely in this seemingly unhealthy environment...

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In the early morning, the sky was still slightly hazy. The sky hasn't rained for more than ten days, but it started to rain drizzle at this sunrise.

The spring is indeed warm, but the spring rain is full of coolness. As time entered April, on this rainy Saturday morning, the students in the dormitory area were still immersed in their dreamland. Or lie down at the window to watch the rain outside and listen to the croaking of frogs in the landscape pond. Enjoy this relaxing and trouble-free holiday morning.

The yarn-like water line passed through the gap between the leaves and hit the small wooden house ticking. It was raining lightly outside, and rain dripping inside. The water droplets falling from the leaky ceiling happened to drip into the cracks of the wooden planks, moisturizing the plants that grew through the floor. The tender little Dulan tree, now with its branches and leaves, is welcoming this rare gift.

The bread was lying on the bed, her face flushed, her small mouth opened and closed in her sleep, making a soft whine. Maybe she also felt the leisure of Saturday morning and wanted to sleep in.

but……

In the room, there is only bread...

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Outside, the drizzle hit the leaves. The hazy moisture condenses into a drop of water.

The water droplets slowly slipped down the veins of the leaves and gathered to the tip of the leaf. When the young leaves that had just sprouts could not bear the weight of the water droplets, the droplets fell...

The drop of water fell to the ground, and no one would doubt whether it could not fall into the wet mud below. It is falling, landing, faster and faster... faster and faster...

At this moment-

Time stopped.

sand……

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The black blade pierced the water droplets, and the pierced liquid turned into stars and scattered around, then melted into the water droplets everywhere around it, and then fell into the soil below, moisturizing the earth.

The idiot stood quietly in the middle of the bushes. He held the dark sword that turned into a long sword in his right hand, maintaining the posture of the sword just stabbed. The drizzle hit his face and body, dampening him. But the rain that fell on the Dark Annihilation failed to stay, as if being driven away quickly slipped off, preventing it from being stained with the slightest dust.

The pierced sword slowly retracted. The idiot looked at the sword in his hand that was still longer than his height, inserted it into the mud under his feet, and held it with one hand.

"The first sword of the six swords, you are also very proficient. Think about it when you first met you couldn't even hold me, but now you can swing it so easily. This is not a very interesting thing. ?"

The blood pupil opened, and the rainwater that wanted to fall into this eye was evaporated the moment it approached.

The idiot stared at the blood pupil, and compared to it, the cold rain fell on him indifferently. He once again realized the sword-out method of the Sword of Sorrow in his mind, reading the words and notes up and down. Make sure you are doing nothing wrong. He breathed out gently, and the chain that connected Dim Mie to his arm began to squirm slightly.

Dim Mi changed back to a dagger again, and the part inserted into the soil was not stained with any silt at all. It seems that apart from blood, nothing can leave anything on its blade. Of course, sometimes, even blood is not worthy of staying on its blade.

The idiot turned around and walked into the cabin. After cleaning up the dirt on the soles of his feet a bit, he began to clean the house and start breakfast.

The rain is still falling. In the ticking sound, the fragrance slowly floated from the stove. Since the college does not have classes on weekends, there is no need to go out for cleaning at seven o'clock as usual. Campa said that he can stay until eight o'clock. And the end of work time has also changed from the usual seven in the evening to five in the evening.

"I said, you have learned the first sword. When do you plan to start learning the power of the first hell? You must care about that power? That powerful destructive power, you must really want that This kind of comfortable feeling penetrates your whole body, right? You have to get used to it quickly, because there is a second prison next, and the power of the third prison is waiting for you!"

The idiot didn't pay attention to Dim Die, and the time spent with this sword was neither long nor short. Turning a deaf ear to its words has become an idiot's habit of responding to the dark.

With a flick of his hand, Diamie was held in his hand by the idiot again. He held the dagger, opened the cutting board, put a cabbage in place, and cut it with one knife. To be honest, Annihilation is not only a murderous knife for an idiot, but more often a kitchen knife for housework. Thanks to this dagger, no matter how it is cut or chopped, it will not curl its blade, saving a lot of time for sharpening the knife.

In this regard, this sword unexpectedly did not make any disgusting gesture. It often just sneered and watched idiots use it, and didn't investigate the specific purpose at all.

After a breakfast is made, because there is no money, Campa’s relief food is not very rich, so eggs have almost become the only food for bread and idiots in the morning. He put two plates of prepared omelets on the table, then picked up the chopped cabbage, placed it in the middle of the omelet, and rolled it up. After that, he walked to the bed and patted Bun's body.

"Eat, then go to bed after eating."

A child’s sleep time is very long, and of course it is impossible for Little Bread to get up at this time. She pulled the bedding, shrank herself, and after whining a few times, she became quiet again.

It's a pity that an idiot is not a person who will accommodate her. If you don’t eat now, do you have to wait until he goes out to work before yelling to eat?

He opened the quilt of Bun, and Bun felt the warm quilt leave, and the cold air made her sneez. After all, she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the idiot, whimpering.

The idiot bent down and picked up the little girl. Then wrap the unzipped quilt around her and hug her to the table. Faced with those breakfasts, the bun drooped his head and looked very spiritless. But the idiot cut off a small piece of omelet with a spoon and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

After sleeping all night, the little girl's belly was indeed hungry. Feeling the scent of the food in her mouth, she began to mutter and chew. The idiot waited until she had finished a bite, then cut a small piece into her mouth. It took about ten minutes and finally forced her to finish breakfast.

Looking at the time, it is almost half an hour before eight o'clock. The idiot put the full bread back on the bed and covered the quilt. Then I ate my own breakfast. He eats very carefully, because this is the only one of his two meals in a day. The food provided by Principal Campa is very scarce. If you want to eat anymore, you have to wait until you return home after sweeping the floor at night. But even so, it's much better than the previous life with a pause and no pause.

After breakfast, wash the dishes and stove. After the idiot wraps the cloth strip that he usually puts on the bread, he prepares to hold the small bread. But at this moment...

boom------!

A loud noise suddenly came from outside the door.