This demon slayer is broken!

The author has something to say: Ahem, I swear!I really wanted to write about cookies... but the childhood of the two of them... (run away with the lid on)

Probably when He Zizhuo was four or five years old and Yan Shuoqing was two or three years old.

He Zizhuo, who doesn't like to laugh very much, and Yan Shuoqing, who hasn't been taught to say thank you, I'm sorry~

I don't know why there are so many words in writing a side story orz

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, little angels! ! !

He Zizhuo won the fight again.

But when he returned home with injuries all over his body, he was beaten up by Mu Ruo.

If Mu Ruo was beating and crying, she didn't have much strength, and she couldn't use any spiritual power. Compared with the physical pain, He Zizhuo felt that he loved his mother more.

"How many times have I said, you are my son! You are the young master of the He family! How can you fight with those low bastards."

"Yes mother."

Mu Ruo was tired from beating, so he sat there and wiped his tears.

He Zizhuo, who had been kneeling all this time, stood up from the ground.He took the tissue and handed it to her.

Mu Ruo took it and wiped away the tears, and when he put down the tissue, he looked at He Zizhuo as if nothing happened just now.

"Zizhuo is back. Let's have dinner then."

After finishing speaking, Mu Ruo stood up, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"En." He Zizhuo responded in a low voice, and kept looking at Mu Ruo's back quietly.

His mother was sick, mad.

It is said that she was already ill before she married into the He family, and became more and more ill after giving birth to him.

Two years ago, Mu Ruo strangled his younger brother who was more talented than him to death in front of him.The father was furious and almost killed Mu Ruo.

He stood up and took the responsibility of strangling his younger brother, and then he was kicked out of the main house with his mother, and lived in semi-exile in the most remote wooden house in the He family's main house.

Fortunately, his mother didn't suffer from illness all the year round, and she spent a lot of time awake.

So He Zizhuo was taken care of by her and grew up very well, and he was grateful.

The only thing that scares him is Muruo's obsession with being strong.

He Zizhuo's talent is really good, but it's not enough.In this generation of the He family, apart from He Zizhuo, there is also a Wugou sword body who is destined to reach the pinnacle right from birth.

The only flesh and blood left by his third uncle, the younger brother held in the hands of all the elders of the He family.

Although he was strangled to death by his mother two years ago.

But not strong enough, not talented enough, so not taken seriously.Mu Ruo would say these words no matter he was sober or mad.

He Zizhuo's talent is very high, but she needs a son who is more powerful, who can be valued, who can lead her to the top, and who can even heal her meridians in the end.

Every time she called dinner, He Zizhuo would feel very scared.

But he couldn't escape.

No matter what mother does, it is for his own good.At least this, he has always believed.

When Mu Ruo came out of the kitchen, he only had a knife with him.

"Come on, Zizhuo, let's go to bed." She smiled softly, as if she was just asking her son to eat.

He Zizhuo was scared, but still obediently walked to the bed and lay down.

Holding a bundle of white cloth, Mu Ruo fixed his body on the bed from the waist down, and then separated his hands and tied them to the bedposts on both sides, his movements were always gentle and slow.

After getting everything ready, she slowly unbuttoned He Zizhuo's blouse, exposing his chest.Put the knife to his heart.

During the process, He Zizhuo kept his eyes closed until his flesh and blood were pierced by the blade.

"pain."

He just couldn't help but yelled, and then bit his lip to endure.

"It won't hurt any more soon, Zizhuo."

Mu Ruo opened a hole in his heart, bent down and kissed He Zizhuo's cold sweating forehead.

Then with the drawn/drawn knife, she directly cut a big cut on her own arm.

You can see that her hands with rolled up sleeves are mixed with new and old injuries, all wounds.

Then Mu Ruo recited a complicated incantation.

The blood in her body slowly gushed out from the new wound, and all of it was squeezed into He Zizhuo's body.

This step was the most painful moment, He Ziyan clenched his small fists tightly, but luckily he was tied up, otherwise he would really be so painful that he curled up and rolled around.

He has to bear the collision of the two blood vessels in his body every night.But the originally suppressed blood of the Mu family has slowly become strong enough to allow him to learn the Mu family's techniques, which is enough to show that this method is useful.

Next, he still needs to endure the pain until the wound on his chest heals.

Mu Ruo was at the side, pouring out another bowl of blood, and handing it to He Zizhuo, who was dripping with sweat.

He Zizhuo endured the pain and nausea, trembling and drank it all.Mu Ruo nodded in satisfaction.Stand up and plan to leave here.

In fact, she is not always patient to accompany He Zizhuo to the end.

In the past, He Zizhuo would not care about these things.

But today is different.

He yelled to stop and walked out the door.

"Tonight, can I eat mooncakes?" He was tied to the bed, and his eyes were still wet.

"Do you want to eat?" It was the first time that Mu Ruo was asked such a thing.

"En." He Zizhuo pulled a pale smile, trying to make himself look more cute, "They said that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the whole family should eat mooncakes together."

In fact, he never cared about this kind of festival in previous years, even the Mid-Autumn Festival was only learned, and he didn't know when it was.

But when I went home today, it was the first time I met a little girl in the same class who held her parents' hands and smiled and said happy Mid-Autumn Festival to him.He also happened to see the bruised and swollen person who had just been beaten by him eating mooncakes and being taken by his parents for treatment.

He didn't really want to eat what the loser was eating, but he had forgotten what it tasted like that food that made the crying person laugh when he ate it.

"Mid-Autumn Festival? The whole family? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." Hearing what he said, Mu Ruo suddenly had a sign of going crazy, but seeing He Zizhuo's weak state now, he stopped laughing a little madly, "If you want to eat, I will do it."

Muruo's cooking skills are actually very good. She also needed to cook for herself when she went out on adventures.

Although she was exiled to live in a log cabin, she went to the kitchen instead of the main house, and no one would stop her.

The people in the kitchen are also making moon cakes, which are for the young masters and ladies of the He family to eat when they watch the moon tonight, and they wanted Mu Ruo to take some directly.But Mu Ruo took the materials and made it himself.

He Zizhuo is the young master of the He family, and the food must be better than those of the ordinary He family.

She did it for a long time, and it was already dark when He Zizhuo carried it over.

It's just that today's moon is not very round.

He Zizhuo was still enduring the pain, so Mu Ruo put the finished mooncakes on the table and walked out by himself.

Then never came back.

He Zizhuo, who had already survived, was drooling because of the aroma of the mooncakes, but he couldn't get rid of the white cloths wrapped around his body.

In order to prevent He Zizhuo from using his spiritual power to break free from the pain, the white cloth prepared by Mu Ruo was also equipped with a defensive attribute.

In the past, He Zizhuo just slept like this and waited for Mu Ruo to untie it the next day, but today he couldn't stand it and just slept like this.

It was he who proposed it, and he did it.They were all put on the table next to him, but it seemed that they would not be able to eat tonight.

His spiritual power is not strong enough to let the mooncake fly into his mouth automatically.

This is really not reconciled.

The sound of a heavy object falling suddenly sounded from another corner of the room.

"Who?" He Zizhuo's whole body tensed up.

The wooden sword hanging on the wall has always retained his spiritual power, so it can be easily manipulated, and he directly attacked the place where the sound was made.

"It smells so good." The child pointed at by the wooden sword didn't feel any nervousness. He took two steps forward and walked to the place where the moonlight shone, his eyes still fixed on the mooncakes on the table.

He Zizhuo was able to see clearly through the moonlight. The child who looked skinny and malnourished was looking at his mooncake expressionlessly, but his eyes were like glass.

The important thing is that he has no spiritual power and is just an ordinary person.

Can't hurt him, can't untie the white cloth on him

"who are you?"

"Aren't you going to eat?"

After the two spoke at the same time, the child's stomach growled.

"..."

He Zizhuo just watched him move a few steps towards the moon cake.

"This is my mooncake, you can't eat it." He threatened viciously.

The wooden sword was also directly in front of the child.

"But." He Zizhuo saw the grievance on the child's expressionless face, "You don't want to eat."

He can see very clearly that He Zizhuo is absolutely unable to get down to eat in the current situation of being tied to the bed.

"I'll bring it to you." He negotiated softly, "I'll just eat a little."

"Why should I share my food with others?" He Zizhuo gave him a look.

Except in Mu Ruo, he wouldn't give them any good temper.

The two remained in a stalemate for a while, until the child's stomach growled again.

"... How long have you been hungry?" He was so hungry when he smelled the mooncake.

"I can't remember." The child shook his head, and thought about it seriously for a while, "Three... four days?"

"So long?" Judging by his clothes, he doesn't look like a child from a poor family.

"They, forgot."

The child pouted, looking quite pitiful.

Forgot something... bring him food.

In fact, Young Master He, who was always forgotten by his mother and tied to the bed until the next day's meal time, suddenly felt a little pitiful for this poor child who was probably forgotten by someone.

"Hey, take it here first, let me take the first bite. Don't forget to wrap it in paper."

He couldn't use it to hold mooncakes because the wooden sword was too dirty, and the child's hand didn't look much different from the wooden sword.

"Okay." The child who got the agreement nodded vigorously.After the wooden sword moved aside, he couldn't wait to walk to the front of the moon cake, carefully wrapped it with the paper next to it, and then took it to He Zizhuo's bed.

Pass the mooncake to his mouth.

He Zizhuo, who was fed like this for the first time except Mu Ruo, felt a little awkward, but still took a small bite of his hand.

It can be regarded as eating moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Eat the rest." He swallowed what was in his mouth, "It's too sweet."

The child blinked, probably very hungry, and took a big bite.

"delicious!"

Even the eyes are brighter.

While eating, I didn't forget to turn my head to look at the other two mooncakes on the table.

Mu Ruo only made three of them.

"Don't think about those two, they belong to my parents." He Zizhuo rolled his eyes.

The child finished handling the mooncakes in his hand while he was talking.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at him pitifully.

Of course pitiful is just a word added by He Zizhuo himself.

In fact, the child is still expressionless.

"hungry."

"..."

The mooncakes made by Mu Ruo are actually not small. It should be said that they are so big that ordinary people can eat one meal, which is enough to fill them up.

He Zizhuo was stared at by him for a while, and was defeated.

"Forget it." He gave up on himself, "You take each of them and give me a bite before eating."

Every time Mu Ruo cooks, she doesn't know what method she uses, but she can always detect the first person who eats her food.

He Zizhuo felt more than once that his mother used the last bit of spiritual power that could be mobilized in this area, which was a bit unscrupulous.

"Where are your parents?" The child also remembered that he said before that the two moon cakes were reserved for adults to eat.

"They don't know how to eat anyway." At most, my mother scolded me when she came back and found out.

Now that he said so, the child didn't ask any more questions, and ran over happily to get the mooncakes.

Then on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two children quickly shared the three oversized mooncakes.

It is said that it is sharing food, but in fact, He Zizhuo takes the first bite of each mooncake, and the rest is solved by another person.

The important thing is that after eating three, the child still doesn't seem to feel full, and feels a little depressed when touching his stomach.

"hungry."

"Actually, you are not a human, have you become a starving ghost?" He Zizhuo wanted to turn over, but suddenly realized that he was still tied up, and it was difficult to move.

"Why are you tied?" The child who had nothing to eat sat on the ground, just looked up at He Zizhuo and asked, "Did you make a mistake?"

"...No." He Zizhuo really didn't want to talk about it, "Then you made a mistake and no one brought you food?"

"No." The child shook his head, but he was a little uncertain, "Me too, I don't know."

But he is obviously already very good, very obedient.

"Is your parents poor because of you?" He Zizhuo said with deep feeling.

"I don't know." The child still shook his head, then lowered his head and said in a slightly aggrieved voice, "I can, eat very little."

"..." I haven't seen you be so condescending just now.

But there is still a feeling of bullying a child.

"Still hungry?" Young Master He felt a little guilty.

"En." The child nodded honestly.

"There is still a bag of sugar in the drawer of the bedside cabinet." It was given to He Ziyan by a teacher who liked him when he was in school before he resigned. He hid it there to prevent Mu Ruo from seeing it, and he has never been willing to eat it." It's too sweet, I don't like it, you can take it."

"Really!" The child's eyes lit up, he got up, went to the cabinet and opened the drawer, and saw the big bag of toffee, "Can I take it?"

"I told you, you take it."

"I'll hide it well." The child stuffed the candy into his clothes, and pressed it with his hands as if something was wrong, "Don't let others, take it away."

"Then hide it." He Zizhuo was suddenly amused by his appearance.

The child looked at him smiling and tilted his head.

"What's the matter?" He Zizhuo saw that he was standing still, and asked.

"Smiling, it's so pretty." The child walked over and wanted to poke his dimples with his hand, but he took it back because he was afraid that his hands would get dirty, "Eyes, beautiful."

"..." He Ziyan suppressed his smile, closed his eyes, "I'm sleepy, go to sleep!"

It was just talking, but when he closed his eyes, he was really sleepy.

After all, I have already used a lot of strength before, and I wasted time playing with the child for a while.

After a while, I heard the sound of the child sitting on the ground leaning on the bed, probably going to sleep with him.

Haven't asked his name yet...nor told him who I am.If he is not doing well in his own home, he can actually let him come to He's house... and he won't be hungry.

He Zizhuo just thought about it, and then slowly fell asleep.

It's a pity that the next morning, he didn't see the boy last night, and was found by Mu Ruo who came home suddenly after eating three months of pancakes and beat him up.

He definitely lost his head and lost his mind yesterday!

Let a starving ghost who has never met before eat his moon cakes, and gave him a bag of candy!

If I had known that he would disappear, I wouldn't have helped to take the blame!

It still hurts to fight.

Seeing that kid again will definitely...

What should I do?He Zizhuo hasn't figured it out yet.

But until his short and tragic childhood passed, he never saw the child who came to eat mooncakes that night again.