The banshee struggled to get up, with red blood still flowing from her forehead, while Lin Xiaolu and others were already squatting down in front of her out of curiosity, looking around to observe.
"What kind of monster are you? Why is there no spiritual power fluctuation?" Lin Xiaolu asked.
Handsome duck, Zhuang Baobao also looked at it curiously. Facing the eyes of these people in front of her, a trace of fear flashed in the banshee's purple pupils. Then she had an idea, raised her hand sharply and shouted in the subject:
"There's a beautiful girl dancing there!"
Zhuang Baobao and Handsome Duck turned their heads at the same time, and the banshee turned around and was about to fly away, but Lin Xiaolu, who was motionless, grabbed her by the tail.
Feeling the resilient and struggling tail in his hands, Lin Xiaolu felt that the monster was quite fun, so he pulled it and swung it above his head.
Ignoring the banshee's begging for mercy, Lin Xiaolu threw it over his head and said with a smile:
"What kind of monster are you? If you don't tell me, I will send you on your way."
"Ah ah ah ah, stop turning around! I said, I am a Rakshasa!"
The Rakshasa girl, who had danced in the air as an afterimage, was so dizzy that she almost fainted from the dance. She quickly begged loudly for mercy, and then Lin Xiaolu threw it to the ground with a "pop!"
Looking at the dizzy and defenseless banshee in front of him, the young man continued to ask curiously:
"Rakshasas are evil spirits that eat the heart and lungs. Did you just want to eat us?"
Next to him, Handsome Duck also looked at him curiously.
This banshee... is indeed different from the Rakshasa it imagined. It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that the green-faced fangs of Rakshasa are very terrifying and different from ordinary people. But the banshee in front of me is only different from ordinary people. Yes, and the green-faced fangs Completely irrelevant.
At this moment, under the curious eyes of several people, the Rakshasa girl, who was lying on the ground and unable to get up, glared angrily at Lin Xiaolu:
"We Rakshasa never eat the heart and lungs!"
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In Daluoshatian, a primitive village surrounded by six high mountains, a little Luosha, about four years old, naked buttocks and with a small tail, stepped on the soft lawn and ran towards the village. The thatched hut of the central patriarch.
The Rakshasa who was guarding the door outside the house didn't stop the little guy when he saw it. Instead, he smiled at him lovingly.
"Doudou, are you coming to complain to your clan leader, grandpa again?"
The little Rakshasa blinked his charming purple vertical pupils and said angrily:
"Doudou wants to go out to play, but Dad said there are monks outside who are hunting us. They won't let me go out and even spank me. Doudou wants Grandpa, the clan leader, to spank Dad."
After saying that, the little Rakshasa ran into the house on short legs.
After he entered the house, the two adult Rakshasa outside the door laughed out loud at the same time.
While smiling and laughing, a trace of worry flashed across their faces.
"I don't know what happened to our warriors."
"We will definitely repel those bandits. The clan leader's sons are all gone. We will definitely kill them all."
"Sigh... My sister has been very worried these past two days. She has cooked a lot of delicious food and looks forward to my brother-in-law coming home for dinner every day."
"Hahaha, if your brother-in-law is so strong, he will be fine. Don't worry about him."
In the thatched house, as soon as the little Rakshasa entered, he saw an old man sitting with his back to him.
The old man has white hair and wears a robe embroidered with various animal totems. Although his face is old, he is very kind, but his eyes are dull at the moment, as if he is thinking about something.
"Grandpa Patriarch, my father hit me again. Go and teach him a lesson for Doudou, so that he should stop bullying Doudou."
In the room, the naked little Rakshasa complained with an unhappy expression:
"It's very embarrassing for him to spank Doudou in front of Meier. When Doudou grows up, he plans to marry Meier."
In the room, the old Rakshasa was stunned for a long time, and his dull eyes gradually regained their luster.
It turned around and looked at the child in front of it. For some reason, a tear fell from its eye socket.
This sudden scene frightened the five-year-old Doudou.
In his impression, the grandfather, the patriarch, is the wisest person in the village and is very powerful. His father, mother, uncles and uncles all respect him, but he actually cried?
Doudou was confused and came to the old Rakshasa, with confusion written on his face:
"Grandpa Patriarch, what's wrong with you? Did you get spanked too?"
In front of him, the old Rakshasa who had gone through many vicissitudes of life did not speak. After a while, he forced himself to smile in front of the child.
It was a helpless and sad smile, but the young Doudou couldn't see it yet.
"Doudou."
The old Rakshasa said to the child in front of him with a smile that broke free from tears:
"Grandpa, the patriarch, is seriously ill and has forgotten very important things."
The little Rakshasa was confused and looked at him doubtfully:
"What did Grandpa Patriarch forget?"
The old Rakshasa did not answer this question, but looked at the child in front of him and asked:
"Doudou, what are we?"
"Rakshasa." Doudou said matter-of-factly.
"That's not right!" The patriarch's kind voice suddenly rose in pitch, with endless grievances in his voice, which also startled the boy in front of him.
In front of him, the patriarch's old six-fingered palms were tightly clenched into fists, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"We are elves! We are elves born from the energy of all things! We are not Rakshasa! It was that person who slandered us! He is a liar! He lied to everyone! He also changed our memories! Let me A whole family will suffer from a disease that will lead to their death!"
The young Rakshasa was so frightened that his nose dripped with mucus.
In my memory, Grandpa Patriarch has never been so angry. He always looked amiable and amiable. Children in the village who were his own age would come to Grandpa Patriarch when they were wronged, and Grandpa Patriarch would always make decisions for them with a smile.
In front of him, the old Rakshasa was angry for a long time before he came back to his senses.
He looked at the frightened child in front of him and smiled apologetically and helplessly.
"Doudou, grandpa is sick and is about to die."
The innocent boy looked at the old man in front of him, then stepped forward and hugged him.
"Grandpa Patriarch will get better after some sleep."
Hearing these words, the old man felt sour in his heart. He touched the boy's head, held back his grief, and slowly said:
"There was a robber who wanted something belonging to the patriarch.
He couldn't take that thing, so he slandered us, manipulated our souls, and then let others snatch it away. "
The little boy was stunned when he heard this and said curiously:
"That person is good or bad, who is he?"
The clan leader shook his head helplessly.
"Grandpa...don't remember."
The boy didn't understand the helplessness of the patriarch at this moment. He couldn't understand the kind of soul being manipulated and the memory being modified. He could only remember the beginning but not the process and the result. He couldn't tell which part of the memory was true and which part was false. He could only remain mute. Eating Coptis chinensis gives me an unspeakable sense of grievance.
Inside the room, the boy thought quietly for a while, then curiously said:
"Grandpa, in the stories you told Doudou before, didn't the bad guys always get defeated? So we will be fine."
The patriarch was startled when he heard this, then looked at the child's clean face and smiled helplessly and sadly again.
hope so……
