The wonderful prince always wants to take me home

The existence of a life abandoned by God is a kind of blasphemy.

--sequence

It was an unremarkable day. As usual, Ivy walked through the market that instantly changed from noisy to dead, and came to his habitat, a tree of unknown species.The tree is so big that its age can no longer be calculated by annual rings. Any branch can cover Ivey's thin body. The dappled sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves. It is warm and perfect for a nap.

Ivy changed his comfortable posture and began to recall the events that made him feel novel or concerned today.This is a habit Ivy developed after finding a habitat, and it is perfect for hypnosis.Hmm... I was awakened by the chirping of birds in the morning. The big rooster in the village didn't seem to be declaring the dawn today; the offering at the door was duck meat, which tasted good when roasted; when passing by the market...

Breaking his fingers, Ivy couldn't figure out in the end how many months it had been since his hair color was discussed face to face.I don't know if the little doll who was said at the market today will be beaten until his ass blooms when he comes home?In the near future, I'm afraid the market will become much deserted. Who would offend him with such a silly kid.Ivy spread his hands innocently, but he didn't mind it at all. Besides, the ability to curse was all imagined by the villagers.

In the winter 15 years ago, at the moment of dawn, Ivy crawled out of the body of his mother who died of dystocia, and stunned the villagers who were about to bury the body.Of course, at that time, Ivy didn't understand what kind of emotion fear was. Instead, he looked at the hideous-eyed villagers in front of him with great interest, and laughed out of biological instinct.

It can be seen that Ivy is not an ordinary human being. As for his real race, Ivy is still unable to make a correct judgment.However, the villagers say that he is a monster, and Ivy also likes this cool race, and has always regarded himself as a monster.The name Ivy is a general term that humans respect for monsters. Ivy felt very kind when he heard it at the beginning, so he misappropriated this name as his name.

The funeral villagers were all stunned, except for the old man he should call his grandmother. "Your birth is the beginning of a mistake, and your existence is a continuation of a mistake. I want to correct this mistake!" This is the first sentence Ivy heard when he crawled out of his mother's belly, and it is also the first 12 years of his life every night. A word that rings in my ears.The old man in my memory would always sneak into his room in the middle of the night while he was asleep, and then strangled his neck fiercely, cursing him to death.

However, for a race whose skin can also breathe, Ivy is very helpless. Every time he is pinched, he can't feel the taste of suffocation, so naturally he can't die.Of course, the old man also tried to leave some fatal scars on his body with sticks or iron tools... Thinking of this, Ivy sighed regretfully. Itching to have a massage, now, he kind of misses it.At least, there is one person who interacts with him every day. Although what he sees is the old man's crazy appearance, life is not as boring as it is now.

The old man died on the hillside away from Ivy's house. After all, he was old, and was startled by Ivy who suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep. He ran away in a hurry, tripped over a stone, and fell to his death on the road.The villagers have always regarded Ivy as a transparent existence before, and they have been expecting the old man to kill the monster Ivy in the end. When someone found the old man who died miserably on the road, the villagers immediately regarded Ivy as an existence of extreme fear.

In most legends, the monster is an extremely cruel, vengeful and powerful existence. The villagers imagined Ivy's curse as the cause of the old man's death. Since then, they have worshiped Ivy as a special "god". Please don't be hurt by the curse.The first sacrifice Ivy received was the bloody venison placed at the door. At that time, he took a bite out of curiosity, and the taste would be unforgettable for the rest of his life—it was so unpalatable!

Ai Wei licked his lips. Compared with the venison that he received every month, today's duck meat is very good, especially the fragrance of the juice sprinkled on it and grilled together.The family who sent the sacrifices should have sprinkled some kind of seasoning on the duck meat!Ai Wei recalled the special taste and slowly fell asleep.

A faint burst of crisp musical notes floated into my ears, which sounded somewhat similar to those sacrifices held by the villagers every year, but after careful identification, I found that the similarity was the sound of musical instruments, while the rhythm and content of singing were different. very different.Most of the villagers' sacrifices are to celebrate the harvest or pray for a good harvest in the coming year. The rhythm is cheerful, and most of them are exciting choruses; but now the music from under the tree has a slow rhythm, and is describing the glorious deeds of this human being's victory over certain monsters.

This is probably the bard that the villagers discussed under the tree a few days ago?Ivy turned lazily and looked in the direction of the music under the tree.A ball of gold as dazzling as the scorching sun suddenly came into his eyes, and Ivy was a little lost. He vaguely remembered that a few years ago, when he was taking a nap in the tree, he heard people discuss the appearance characteristics of the royal family.If there is no deviation in memory, the royal family all have such golden hair, are they the messengers of gods and the nemesis of monsters?

Human beings are obviously weak, cowardly creatures who like to deceive themselves. This story really makes Ivy, who is a monster, feel a little uncomfortable.However, since human beings are already so poor and pathetic, let them entertain themselves.Thinking about these stories from another angle, they are actually enough to be listened to as jokes.

Every time Ivy hears that a certain monster is defeated, and fantasizes about those so-called real scenes, he is happy to roll on the branch. Fortunately, this unknown tree has extremely tenacious vitality, and Ivy occasionally drops a few leaves when he rolls on it .

"Where is the monster's forest?" Ivy, who was rolling, suddenly stiffened, jumped off the branch quickly, and walked towards the stunned bard in the bright sunshine.A fateful encounter that entangled the two for a lifetime, at this moment, opened the curtain.