Purple Sweet Potato Essence's Journey to Beauty Man (The Great Demon King of Beauty Man)

This is really a cute elf, with feet like roots and arms like branches.

Ancestors blessed, found it before I accidentally stomped on it.

I hold it in the palm of my hand and observe carefully.

It has very mysterious and beautiful golden lines on its body. The more I look at it, the more I like it. The more I look at it, the more excited I am.

I brought this cutie home and planted it in a pot next to my bed so I can see it day and night.

I started watering it.

Watered for several days in a row.

One day, I found that one of the elf's eyes opened, maybe it was my illusion.

Life seemed to return to calm again.

There shouldn't have been any disturbances.

Weak people like us are not worthy of waves.

Father began to work day after day again.

Sweat dripped into the soil, and there was no brilliance on the numb face.

Ah, not good!

It's the Tribbits.

The Tribbits are at it again.

These are a group of giant lizardmen with rocky shells.

They're here to bully all the Stolons on the farm.

Just because we look so much like the Skrulls except for our orange skin, they're going to bully us.

Every year, they capture some Stolons, kill them, dye their bodies green with a strong pigment, pretend to be Skrulls, and then take them to the Cree to receive a reward.

Every time they enter our farm, they do so under the guise of collecting protection money.

But after they swept away all our food, they never protected us.

No one will protect us.

Father was pinned to the ground by Tribitts.

One Tribbit even stomped on Father's face with his smelly foot.

Mother knelt down, and while she warned me to hide in the house and not to go out with coded words, she begged the Tribitts to let my father go with tears.

Tribett knocked my mother out with the butt of a gun.

No one will protect us.

My vision was blurred by tears.

Through the blurred tears, I seemed to see the numbness on my father's face subsided, and he bravely broke free from Tribbit's trampling and stood up.

With his slender fists, he hit Tribitt's rock carapace.

Father, give up, why bother?Why bother?

You give them whatever they want.

What's the point of resisting?

If resistance makes sense, we wouldn't have been bullied and enslaved by Tribitts for thousands of years.

No one will protect us.

If you don’t believe me, just turn around and look around. Among the neighbors, which door is not closed, allowing you and your mother to be bullied and dare not come out to stop it?

Including me, your cowardly son, only dared to hide under the crack of the window and cry, not even daring to cry out.

No one will protect us.

The vision became more and more blurred, and the tears grew more and more.

I heard my father's screams.

I dare not look at it.

I can only lower my head, trying to distract me from the cuteness in the flowerpot in my arms.

Huh?Where's the cutie?

Where did cutie go?

"I'm Groot!"

A loud and unfamiliar roar came from the open space in front of the house.

Curiosity and concern for my father made me wipe away my tears and look outside again.

The Tribbits stopped beating their father.

They were surrounded by a huge shadow.

It was a big tree taller than my house.

No, it's not a big tree, it's a tree person!

Looking at the appearance, he is exactly the same as the little cutie I planted in the flower pot.

But why did the little cutie suddenly become so big?

Is this the little cute dad?

That tree person is too tall, and the sense of oppression is too strong.

His eyeballs are bigger than my head.

Seeing the golden lines on his body, all the Tribbits looked at each other with greedy expressions on their faces.

Obviously, such a beautiful and strange creature must be able to fetch a good price from the Cree.

One of the Tribitts raised his gun and fired at the tree man.

This is the energy gun given to them by the Kree.

The tree man looked down at the small hole in his chest, and then stomped the Tribbit who had shot.

The outer shell, which is harder than rock, is like paper in front of the treants.

The Tribitts panicked.

In the final analysis, they are just a group of lackeys who bully the weak and fear the hard.

The Tribbitts with guns continued to shoot at the tree man, firing while retreating.

The Ents didn't give them a chance to leave.

His trunk-like arms of an old tree turned into spiral spikes, stringing up a dozen Tribbits like candied haws.

With a strong shake, the group of dying Tribbits were thrown into the air, crashing into the means of transportation they had come from—a fuel-powered tin car.

The bastards died with their cars.

The tree man's arm returned to its original shape, turned around, and looked down at me with a shocked face in the window.

"I'mGroot," the tree man said.

I do not understand.

But it seems understandable.

"Monster...monster!" Father picked up the energy gun that the Tribbit people had dropped on the ground, and pointed the gun at the tree man tremblingly, with panic and fear on his face.

Poor father, who had just experienced the ravages of the Tribiters, was frightened by this behemoth again.

The tree man bent down, put his huge head close to his father, and said softly: "I'mGroot."

"Monster... don't come here, or I will shoot you!" Father's eyes were bloodshot.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized that my father had been blocking the door of my house from the beginning to the end.

He has always turned his back to me.

Facing the enemy in his eyes.

Only a thin but tall back was left for me.

"No! Father, put down the gun!" My vision blurred again: "He saved us!"

"Shut up!" my father yelled loudly, hating iron and steel: "Who told you to speak up? You idiot!"

"Put down your gun." A voice suddenly emerged from the anxious scene.

"Who?" The father was startled, turned his head and looked around, but saw nothing.

"Where are you looking? Here I am!" said the voice angrily.

The father lowered his head, only to realize that there was a funny little animal holding a big black gun at him.

I've never seen this animal before, it's furry and very nice.

"Now, before I blow your genitals to pieces, put down the garbage energy gun in your hand." The little furry animal said, strange, why does it speak the language of our Stolons?

However, I always feel that the main reason why this little animal threatened my father with shooting the genitals should be that it is too short, only a little higher than the father's knee, so it can't reach the higher part. place.

"We are here to find a little friend who has fallen behind." The little animal said: "What you have to do is to sincerely appreciate his selfless heroism, instead of pointing a gun at this cosmic hero."

"We?" I heard the key word.

So, this little animal has other companions?

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A voice came from far and near.

A strong man with bloody lines all over his body fell to the ground not far away in a perfect parabola.

He stood up like nothing happened.

My father lowered his weapon in amazement.

The little furry animal grinned, turned to the strong man and asked, "Where's Qian Song?"

The burly man roared a little dissatisfied, then pointed to the sky.

I looked up.

Above the blue sky, a purple figure wearing a golden cloak was floating majestically in the air.

In front of him were hundreds of silver spaceships.

"Bah!"

A broad beam of golden light burst out from the forehead of the purple figure, and the spaceship in front of it was instantly melted and exploded into countless pieces!

Father didn't lie to me.

original,

There really are gods in this world.