In those years, the cultivators we cut together

The banshee struggled to get up, with bright red blood still flowing from her forehead, while Lin Xiaolu and the others squatted down in front of her curiously, observing with their heads poking around.

"What kind of monster are you? Why is there no fluctuation in spiritual power?" Lin Xiaolu asked.

Shuai Shuya, Zhuang Baobao also watched curiously. Facing the eyes of these people in front of her, a trace of fear flashed in the purple pupils of the banshee, and then she had an idea, raised her hand sharply, and shouted with the subject:

"There's a beauty dancing there!"

Zhuang Baobao and Shuai Shuai Ya turned their heads at the same time, and the banshee also turned around and was about to fly away, but Lin Xiaolu, who was motionless, grabbed her by the tail.

Feeling the resilient, constantly struggling tail in his hand, Lin Xiaolu felt that the monster was quite amusing, so he pulled it and shook it above his head.

Regardless of the banshee's begging for mercy, Lin Xiaolu shook it on top of his head while laughing:

"What kind of monster are you? If you don't tell me, I will send you on your way."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I said, I am a Rakshasa!"

The Raksha girl who had already danced in the air was dizzy, almost fainted by the dance, and hurriedly begged for mercy, and Lin Xiaolu threw it to the ground with a "pop!"

Looking at the dazed and helpless banshee in front of him, the boy continued to ask curiously:

"Rakshas are evil ghosts that eat hearts and lungs, did you want to eat us just now?"

Next to him, Shuai Shuai Ya also watched curiously.

This banshee... is indeed different from the Rakshasa it imagined. According to the Buddhist scriptures, the blue-faced fangs of the Rakshasa are very terrifying and different from ordinary people, but the banshee in front of her is only different from ordinary people. Something completely irrelevant.

At this moment, under the curious gazes of several people, the Raksha girl lying on the ground and unable to get up glared at Lin Xiaolu angrily:

"Our Rakshasa never eats hearts and lungs!"

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Big Rakshatian, in a primitive village surrounded by six high mountains, a little Rakshasa, about four years old, with a bare buttocks and a small tail, stepped on the soft lawn and ran towards the village. The thatched hut of the Chinese patriarch.

Luo Sha, who was guarding the door outside the house, didn't stop him when he saw the little guy, but instead smiled dotingly at him.

"Doudou, come to complain to your patriarch grandpa again?"

Little Raksha blinked her bewitching purple pupils, and said angrily on her small face:

"Doudou wanted to go out to play, but Dad said that there were human cultivators hunting us outside, they wouldn't let me go out, and even spanked my butt, and DouDou wanted the Patriarch Grandpa to spank Dad's ass."

After finishing speaking, Little Raksha ran into the house on short legs.

After he entered the room, the two adult Rakshasa outside the door laughed at the same time.

While smiling and laughing, a trace of worry flashed across their faces at the same time.

"I don't know what happened to our warriors."

"The robbers will definitely be repelled. The patriarch's sons have all gone, and they will definitely be killed."

"Oh... my sister has been worrying a lot these past two days. She has cooked a lot of delicious food, and she looks forward to my brother-in-law coming home for dinner every day."

"Hahaha, you must be fine if your brother-in-law is so strong, don't worry brother."

Inside the thatched hut, as soon as Little Raksha entered, he saw an old man sitting with his back facing him.

The old man has white hair and is wearing 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 beat me again, go and teach him a lesson for DouDou, so that he will stop bullying DouDou."

In the room, the naked little Raksha complained with an unhappy face:

"It's embarrassing for him to spank Doudou's butt in front of Meier. Doudou is going to marry Meier when he grows up."

Inside the house, the aged Rakshasa was stunned for a long time, and his dull eyes gradually regained their brilliance.

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 patriarch's grandfather is the wisest person in the village, and he is very powerful. His father, mother, and uncles all respect him, but he actually cried?

Dudou was stunned, and came to the old Luosha, with puzzlement written on his little face:

"What's wrong with you, Grandpa Patriarch? Has your ass been spanked too?"

In front of him, the vicissitudes of old Luo Sha 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 Luosha said to the child in front of him with such a smile that broke free from tears:

"The patriarch's grandfather got very sick and forgot important things."

Little Rakshasa was confused, and looked at him suspiciously:

"What did the patriarch grandpa forget?"

The old Raksha did not answer this question, but looked at the child in front of him and asked:

"Doudou, what are we?"

"Raksha." DouDou said naturally.

"No!" The patriarch's kind voice suddenly rose, with endless grievances in his voice, which also shocked the boy in front of him.

In front of him, the patriarch clenched his old six-fingered palm into a fist, gnashing his teeth and saying:

"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 even changed our memory! Let me The entire family will suffer from a disease that will surely perish!"

The young little Rakshasa was so frightened that his nose dripped out.

In my memory, the patriarch's grandfather has never been so angry. He always looks amiable. Children in the village who are the same age as him will come to the patriarch's grandfather when they are wronged, and the patriarch's grandfather will always make decisions for them with a smile.

In front of him, the old Raksha 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 dying soon."

The innocent boy looked at the old man in front of him, then stepped forward and hugged him.

"Grandpa patriarch will get better after he sleeps."

Hearing this sentence, the old man's heart was sour. He touched the boy's head, suppressed his grief, and said slowly:

"There was a robber who wanted something from the patriarch's grandpa.

He couldn't take that thing, so he slandered us, tampered with our spirit, and then let others snatch it. "

The little boy was stunned when he heard the words, and curiously said:

"That person is good or bad, who is he?"

The patriarch 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 mind being tampered with and memory being modified. He only remembered the beginning, not the process and the result. He couldn't tell which memories were true and which were false. Eating Coptis chinensis gives me an unspeakable sense of grievance.

Inside the house, the boy thought for a while quietly, then curiously said:

"Grandpa, in the stories you told Doudou before, didn't the bad guys always get knocked down? So we'll be fine."

The patriarch was startled when he heard the words, then looked at the child's clean face, and smiled helplessly and sadly again.

hope so……