Funeral, what should I do if I reincarnate as a demon?

"Ah... um..."

"What's wrong? Shouldn't I say something now?"

"No, my mind is a little confused, let me sort it out first..."

The planned plan was completely disrupted, and Fulilian's overly erratic mood changes and actions also made him squat on the ground and try to sort out his thoughts, as well as the situation from just now to now.

But Fulilian obviously didn't think so much, just with that smile, just like he did before, open his arms: "Don't think so much, come here."

"Uh, what?"

"A touching reunion hug, as I remember correctly, you said something similar before, right? .... You seemed to be looking forward to it just now?"

"That's right, that's right, but..."

"What else is there to be dissatisfied with? Come over and finish this quickly, my hands are about to get sore."

"Ah, okay, I'll come right away..."

Under Fulilian's sudden and somewhat impatient urging, Ash, who remembered his original goal, still walked forward, wondering why she had such a good memory, while squatting on the ground and hugging the girl with open arms.

Feeling the soft and delicate touch that has not changed at all even after thousands of years, he didn't have time to sigh, Fulilian turned around and stroked his head.

"Huh?? What?"

"I don't know, but humans seem to like to do this, so I tried it. Are you happy?"

"To be honest... I can't be happy at all. Let's think about it carefully. This is completely different from what I expected?"

"What, it's been a thousand years, are you still so willful?" Compared to Ash who was dumbfounded, it was Fulilian who was dissatisfied first.

But just like Ash, she also had too many things to complain about.

The Burial of Fulilian: A Thousand Years to the Present: Chapter 37 Fulilian's Hospice Care?

After a thousand years of reunion, Ash was actually quite moved at first.

At least at the beginning, when he saw his long-lost friend, he really wanted to hug him, but... the subsequent development was completely beyond his expectations.

Now... being touched on the head by Fulilian, doing something that was obviously done by an elder to a younger generation, made him complain instinctively, then he directly put his hands on Fulilian's shoulders, pushed her away, and said solemnly:

"Wait a minute, Fulilian, is there something wrong with the process now?"

"Process? What process?" Fulilian looked confused.

"I am the elder, and besides... normal people should hesitate when facing the illusion of the phantom ghost, right? Why don't you seem to hesitate at all?"

"If a magician hesitates, he will die if he is not careful, right?"

Compared to his indignation, Fulilian had a matter-of-fact expression.

"But I am also a magician. If I react a little slower, I will die too!"

"It's okay, you are not someone who will die so easily."

"What kind of okay is this..."

The strange trust made him not know where to complain for a while.

There were so many things he wanted to complain about, and finally Ash suddenly thought of something and asked:

"Put these aside for now, your phantom ghost is me?"

"Sometimes it's the teacher, sometimes it's you... How should I put it, although I haven't known you for a long time, I am really impressed."

While talking, Fulilian's expression seemed to be entangled by something strange, and her expression was so subtle compared to the girlish feelings he imagined.

Even at the end, Fulilian looked at him and added: "... In addition, I'm almost tired of hearing you and the master begging for mercy. It's quite fresh to not beg for mercy properly."

"... What image do you have in my heart?" Obviously, he wanted to tease the other party, but now Ash himself was a little hurt.

After holding his stomach to ease the pain, he couldn't help but sigh and change the subject:

"We have known each other for more than ten years, and for Volame it should be several decades. It's a long time no matter how you think about it, right?"

"It's only that much time in total."

"...Okay, I don't want to complain about this anymore."

"Really? But you have asked everything you want to ask, is it my turn?"

"You? No, I haven't finished yet?"

"Then bear it first, and... squat down."

Flillian rolled up her sleeves and motioned him to squat in front of her, which made him alert instantly: "What? You are not... going to hit me?"

"Yes, you are too tall, it's not convenient to hit my face, so can you please squat first?"

"——Of course not! What are you thinking? How could anyone agree to such a request?!"

This inexplicably polite, yet seemingly not so polite words made him retreat three meters in an instant.

But Fulilian just said expressionlessly: "Think about it carefully, this is very reasonable, right?"

"Where? Because you requested it?"

"You disappeared for no reason, and Master and I thought you were dead. In the end, Master still regretted not finding you. In addition, I didn't sleep well for the first half century after you disappeared... It's not too much to give these things a few more punches, right?... That's what Celia said."

With that said, Fulian, who was approaching step by step, stopped temporarily in front of him, raised her head and said: "But before I really take action, I want to hear what you want to explain first. "

"...That was just force majeure." The unspeakable truth made him look away silently with a hint of embarrassment.

"What exactly happened?"

"Probably I was caught in a magic trap outside the imperial capital and then sealed in ice... By the way, I only woke up a month ago."

"...a month?"

Fulilian narrowed her eyes slightly and watched the magic power fluctuations on his body.

Ash's skill at hiding his aura has been practiced very casually, so she can easily see through the truth behind the disguise.

Normally, many people would not remember things that happened a thousand years ago, but for long-lived species like them, things that happened a few years ago are still vivid in their minds.

In the past, he was only at the top of mortals, but now he has completely surpassed the limit of a normal human life. In total, even a demon would have to work hard for hundreds of years.

According to his past practice speed, it would have taken forty to fifty years to reach this level.

Although his appearance has not changed, he must be in his old age, around seventy years old.

After making a rough judgment, Fulian had almost understood the limit of human lifespan from the time she walked out of the elf village, and knew that her old friend in front of her was about to reach the end of his life.

Why tell such a lie? Hiding your age? Don't you want me to worry? Do you think I can't see through the disguise? ——A sadness emerged in Fulilian's heart, and even the fists she subconsciously clenched when she wanted to give him a break for her master and herself were loosened unconsciously.

.............................

Under the influence of the sudden disappearance of guilt, Ash, who deliberately said the absurd number, was also prepared to be beaten, and squatted on the ground.

But just as he knelt down, he saw a lonely smile on Fulian's face.

This strange smile made him wonder: "....What's wrong?"

"Think about it seriously...it's not your fault, and I'm actually very happy to see you again now." With a tenderness she had never experienced when facing him in the past, Fulian smiled slightly A small smile touched his head again.

But of course, this was too abnormal behavior, which in turn made Ash, who was ready to be beaten, feel uncomfortable all over, not to mention goosebumps, and even suspected that she had some dirty tricks?

The Buried Fulilian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 38 Fulilian, super vindictive

Even though Fulian still seems a little slow towards human emotions, she still doesn't understand a lot.

But when she caressed Ash's head, she could still clearly see the guarded expression on Ash's face.

This reminded her of the time they had spent studying together. She smiled and shook her head with a trace of nostalgia:

"What are you thinking? Aren't we friends? How could I really do something to you?"

"...."

When did this guy learn to say such disgusting things? You were obviously still bombarding me just now, right? ? Where does that face come from? Did you learn this from me? ——Just thinking like this, he felt something was wrong.

Because even he can't tell lies with his eyes open like this!

This also made him gradually doubt whether Fulilian was sick, and he couldn't help but put his hand on her forehead.

"...What are you doing?" Fulilian was speechless.

"You don't seem to have a fever. Did you eat something strange this morning? Or are you under a strange curse? Do you want to go to church?"

"..."

This is really troublesome, so you should give this guy a punch, right? ——Looking at Ash who was worried about his head, Fulian, who just wanted to be gentler to him, could not help but harden her fists again.

But soon she breathed a long sigh of relief, barely suppressed the displeasure in her heart, and forced out a smile: "Speaking of which, why do you know I'm here?"

"....Suddenly changing the subject?"

"You don't really want me to punch you, do you?"

"How is that possible..." It didn't mean that he definitely wanted to get punched, he just thought he could get punched.

But it would be very wrong to get beaten just for the sake of being beaten, so he subconsciously shook his head and hesitated in front of Fulilian's curious eyes:

"You may not believe it, but I didn't even know you were here before I came here."

"No...I believe it."

It's impossible no matter how you think about it, maybe it's just to hide how long you've been looking for me? Alas, this person occasionally has this side - Fulian's eyes are inexplicably gentle.

"....Really or falsely?"

"Of course, aren't you my uncle?"

"Well, this is the first time I heard you call me uncle, but don't do that. I'm not used to it..."

"Okay, okay, what do you want to eat, can I treat it to you?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll eat whatever you want..."

.........

Thousands of years have passed, and even the stubborn elves will change. So has even Florian become gentle?

With such a guess, Ash followed the silver-haired elf with a hint of emotion about the wasted years, planning to continue eating and drinking here for a while.

.........................

Compared to Ash, who has been following two bug-level characters and living a life of luxury, Fulilian seems to be a complete ascetic.

Behind this mountain, she lives in a small wooden house built by herself.

The frame of the wooden house is made of thick logs, and the surface is covered with mottled moss and traces of time.

The walls around the interior are also quite primitive, basically maintaining the appearance of the wood itself, and when you step into the wooden house, a fresh and slightly woody smell will hit you.

Although the space inside the house is not spacious, it is well arranged, and every piece of furniture reveals simplicity and practicality.

On the wooden table cut and polished from a whole log, there are candles and a large number of books. Not far away, on the wooden dining table, there are also several bowls and plates made of clay, some of which are filled with wild fruits just picked from the forest.

In the corner, there is a wooden bed covered with soft animal skins, and in the wooden cabinet beside the bed are a few simple clothes and simple daily necessities.

"You are so powerful, why do you live so... primitive?" While looking around the room, Ash took a grape-like wild fruit from the table and threw it into his mouth. The moment he bit it, his whole face wrinkled: "--So sour! So unpalatable~!"

"You need to mix it with other wild fruits. Besides, I am not interested in money."

"... But it's not wrong to live a better life, right?"

"Come to think of it, you are a human. You should have been married by your age. Let me see your child."

Frillian squatted by the stove and made a fire, but she also looked at him expectantly.