Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The sky was completely dark, dazzling stars were shining in the sky, and a thin moon hung above it.

The cool night wind blows slowly, blowing away the broken hair from the visitor's ears.

I looked at the cold new moon and thought of my friends in modern times, and suddenly felt a little melancholy.

tens of thousands of years...

"What's wrong?"

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too good, maybe because I was too dazed, I sighed and said, "Well, I'm homesick."

"This has always been your home."

I don't care what happens in the future.

As long as I am here, this will always be your home.

never changed.

I was startled, but I said helplessly in my heart: This sentence was said to the Demon King, not me.

I kind of envy Cheryl.

Fluorescent flying insects emerged from the jungle at some point, flying quietly.It illuminates the road ahead, although it is very bleak, but it is so beautiful that it makes people heartbreak.

One of the flying insects circled around me three times, it seemed to be tired from flying, and stopped in front of me.

I quickly held the doll's hand and let it rest on it.The pale green light was held in my palm, illuminating this small area.

I suddenly laughed, feeling inexplicably better: "What's their name?"

"no name."

"They only live three days and are so weak that no one would name something like that."

In this place where power is respected, being weak means nothing.

The little thing in his hand couldn't understand the conversation between the two, but happily flew up again, flew around the beautiful doll a few times, and then left.

"Fireflies." I looked at these creatures that resembled some kind of glowing insects on the earth, and said slowly: "How about fireflies?"

"Um."

The fireflies who got a new name had no idea what kind of comfort they had given to a far away stranger. They came here at the call of their master, and when the task was completed, they should disappear again.

A distant and ethereal singing sound came from nowhere, calming down the children here.

The doll yawned, nodded, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Uslet thought for a while, then turned a corner and walked towards the place where the carriage stopped.

I'm rather tired today, let's just ride a horse.

At the source of the singing, a troubadour stared at the new moon, and continued to sing tirelessly with his moving voice: "The waning moon is a dead beauty, weeping on the top of the mountain, weeping for her weak soul."

Strange owls screamed in the deep valley, hungry wolves laughed, in the wild graveyard.

Darkness dominates this place, terror is ruling the crowd, and the night is vast and unknown.

Tears filled this place, I am a wandering fox body, I want to sink with the waning moon. 』(From Dai Wangshu's Poetry Collection)

There are two spirit birds parked next to the poet's wine glass, and they happily sing along with the poet, making a chirping sound.

"Darkness comes with a purpose, light will be dragged into the abyss."

The little bird didn't understand anything, just rubbed his fingers affectionately.

"Go and be with him, this kid needs you."

"Chirp—" the little birds flew up happily, brought a white flower to the poet, bid farewell to the poet, and started their journey with a mysterious mission.

The poet watched them disappear sadly, seemingly completely unaware of the people who sneaked here.

"You can't change anything."

"I know."

"Ah……"

"I just wish he wasn't so sad."

The crescent moon in the sky turned blood red at some point, and the stars began to avoid it.The crow screamed and rattled, and the black feathers fell off and landed on the dark red blood.

The poet's head gurgled and rolled aside, and the white flower in his hand fell down, stained with bloody sorrow.

The darkness crushed the golden harp lightly.At the same time, the color of the blood moon in the sky became more intense.

The elegant man saluted the corpse respectfully, and then disappeared in place.

All the crows that had been coveting for a long time rushed forward, vying for this feast.

"The devil is after you."