Monkey and Feather

What a beautiful and touching story, but before I could feel sentimental, it was interrupted by a spurt of blood.

The blood is bitter, as bitter as the kobold story.It was sprayed from the kobold's severed neck.

And the two dog heads were already held in the hands of the god, and the sad eyes of the dog head monster were now wide open, unable to believe what happened in this instant.

The fairy bent down and said softly to the shivering child under the table: "Clean up this, heat me a pot of wine, and I'll be back in a while." After speaking, he walked out of the hotel with two dog heads.

In the tavern, only the silly child and I were left, and the room was full of corpses.

I was suddenly homesick.

The nausea here has already made me vomit everything in my stomach until I was so disgusted that I vomited blood.

But the child wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and started to tidy up the tavern. His petite body dragged the grandfather's body and staggered to the backyard.Then start digging little by little.

Seeing him struggling, the maternal radiance in my body began to overflow, and I wanted to go up and help him, even if it was to comfort him in my arms.

But I didn't, the child seemed to mature in an instant, his pale face was expressionless.Digging a hole bit by bit, no tears, just whispering in his mouth, I think he is talking to his grandpa.

I walk away.Sucking through the nausea and cleaning up the corpses in the tavern, I don't know why I'm doing this.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid that the fairy will come back and get angry, maybe I want to help the child, maybe I don't know what I should do or what I can do.

The kobold's love is beautiful and sad.Every flesh-and-blood person will be moved by it.

But what he did was hateful.To kill a group of unarmed people, an old man, even a child...

I can't figure out what makes a person have such a big contrast.

But I still sympathize with them, maybe I have never had love myself, so I long for love.

It is human nature to harbor a grudge against the god in a faint way.

But think about it, what did he do wrong?He avenged that kid, and he avenged many innocent people.It is only natural for gods to kill demons, and he is not wrong.

But I know, he is not him in my heart, maybe I should really treat it as a simple game, a game with bloody violence.

...

After an unknown amount of time, I cleaned up the tavern, and the child came out from the back room.

"Thank you sister." The child's voice was very soft, still expressionless.

I didn't know what to say, I just looked at him distressedly and smiled wryly.

The fairy finally came back, sat down in his original place, and asked for wine.

I frowned and wanted to leave. , but he was reluctant to leave the child alone.What's more, I still want to ask about the whereabouts of that immortal stinky monkey.

Forget it, bear with it.

When the child saw the fairy, he showed a smile, ran to the back room quickly, and brought out a large bottle of wine.

"Thank you for avenging my grandfather. This is the last jar of wine. It has been treasured by my grandfather for a long time. His old man is gone. I invite you to drink it."

The child still smiled when he spoke, and his face was still pale.

"Hehe" the fairy smiled, did not speak, took the big jar of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The child was sitting aside, still holding his clay figurine in his hand, asking the god some silly questions from time to time.

It's still the same as the picture at the beginning, but everything has changed. The child lost his only relative and became an orphan. The weird fairy will leave, and I will leave, and maybe no one will come here again.

I held back my tears, took a deep breath, and walked towards him.I want to find his big brother.

"Little brother, bring me some bars too."

I walked up to them, pulled back and sat down, and the closer I got to him, the more disgusting I felt, not just because of my subconscious disgust for him.

It's the smell of his body, a particularly strong stench, like thousands of rotten fish, covered with maggots, flies lingering, and you are submerged in it.

I instinctively pulled the bench back and started breathing indirectly.

"Sister, there is no more wine, and the last jar is for this uncle."

I looked up at him.I admit that I see him through colored glasses.But he still smiled politely: "Excuse me, can I have a bowl of wine?"

I don't know why, but I suddenly want to drink, or even get drunk, maybe I want to get close and ask about that person.

The fairy looked down at me, although I couldn't see his face clearly, but I subconsciously lowered my head.

It took him a while to reply with one word: "No!".Then continue to drink with your head raised.

Damn, my old lady is still a girl, although she can't be called a shameless woman, she is still pretty and graceful. I asked you for a bowl of wine, but you didn't give it. You are so big!

Thinking like this in my heart, but I dare not say it out of my mouth, embarrassment is full of anger, but I still have to squeeze out a smile.

"Haha, uncle is so stingy, sister who is fine, come and have some tea." The child said as he took the kettle and poured me a bowl of hot tea.

I touched the child's head, picked up the tea bowl, took a sip and said, "Little brother, do you have any relatives? In the future..."

I didn't finish my sentence, I didn't want to upset him or myself too much.

"No, I only have one grandpa. He has left forever, and now I am the only one left." The child's voice became weaker and trembling.

I instinctively stretched out my hand to stroke the child's head, feeling even more sad in my heart.

I am not from here, no matter if this is a game setting or not, I have to help him, but how can I help him?

I don't know anything about this world, is there an orphanage?Is the orphanage as unreliable as ours, or find a kind person to adopt him,

Definitely not here at the police station.In a world where the weak prey on the strong, if no one cares about his words, something will happen. Who can help him?monster?immortal?

immortal? !Isn't the one in front of me a fairy?But no matter how you look at him, he is unreliable, and there are still a bunch of children's heads hanging around his neck.Thinking of this, I pulled the bench back again.

I thought about it again and again, but I didn't think of any good solution.Looking at the opposite side, the fairy's face was already full of drunkenness, it could be seen that he had had a good time drinking this time.

"Forget it, let's ask."

"Ahem, you should be Sha Wujing? Sha Monk?"

The god ignored it and continued drinking.Instead, the child next to him suddenly screamed in surprise.

"Are you a Drifting Monk? The Drifting Monk of the Heavenly Court's number one killer?"

Then the god put down the wine jar, looked at the child and laughed hoarsely.

"Hehe~ That's right, it's just killing people, killing monks! But I don't just kill monks, I kill everyone!"

The author has something to say:

woof woof woof~~~

In fact, I want to use these two dogs as the protagonists in the second part.Everyone should also be able to guess why the gods took their heads out. . .In fact, it is a foreshadowing for me to write the next one, but judging by the dismal reading volume now.It is estimated that it will be temporarily stranded.