[No CP] Monster Race Growth Daily

She picked up the scissors and wanted to cut some white paper and paste it on her eyelids, just to make a splash.Unexpectedly, just after the first cut, my fingers hurt so much.

There was redness emerging from the fingertips of his left hand.

Madam Lin let go of her hands in fright, and the scissors fell on the table with a loud sound.

A child recklessly broke into the gate, and chirped from afar: "Aunt Lin! Aunt Lin!"

Mrs. Lin no longer cared about the little blood bead, and replied: "It is here!"

The little boy ran into the main room and tiptoed on the table: "Aunt Lin, my grandpa said that someone is looking for you, and he will bring someone here soon!"

Mrs. Lin stuffed a few peanuts into the child's hand: "Little daredevil, don't say slow down when walking. Who is looking for me?"

The little boy made a grimace, turned around and ran away: "I don't know, I'm leaving, auntie!"

Mrs. Lin watched Liu Gou'er stumble on the door frame. Although she didn't fall and ran away quickly, she breathed a sigh of relief and laughed and scolded: "Every day is so reckless! It's exactly the same as my Liangsheng's childhood!"

As she spoke, she became worried again: "I don't know that Liang Sheng is now..."

Fortunately, Mrs. Lin still remembered that there were guests at home, so she wrapped her fingers and went to the well in the yard to fetch water. After filling the teapot with cool well water, she went to scoop up some oily peanuts fried in the morning for a meal. Will entertain guests.

After a while, someone knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"

Mrs. Lin went to open the door, and there was indeed Liu Baoer who had sent her grandson here in advance.

Behind Liu Baoer was a tall and slender young man who seemed difficult to get along with.

This is the person who wants to see her?But it seems quite face-to-face...

Lin Misheng was also looking at Mrs. Lin.

Mrs. Lin has the kind of appearance that looks very gentle, and she is used to being kind to others.

But it's also true, to teach someone like Ji Fengchen, as his mother, it's not bad.

Lin Misheng and Lin Baoer were invited into the house, Lin Misheng looked at this not very rich but completely clean and well-mannered courtyard, and felt that it was even more difficult for him to speak.

All the manuscripts that I typed countless times along the way are now completely forgotten, leaving only being at a loss.

He stopped abruptly, and said dryly, "I'm Lin Misheng, Ji...Lin Liangsheng's war...friend."

Mrs. Lin looked back strangely, somewhat puzzled and somewhat pleasantly surprised: "My son Liang Sheng?"

However, before Mrs. Lin could react and feel happy, Lin Misheng lowered his head and said, "...I'm here to give Lin Liangsheng's belongings."

He didn't have the courage to look up at Mrs. Lin again.

Mrs. Lin was at a loss, she couldn't understand Lin Misheng's words at all, she smiled: "Why do people feel sleepy just after noon, I can't hear what they say..."

Liu Baoer couldn't bear it and turned her head away.

The wound on Mrs. Lin's finger suddenly started to hurt so badly that her right hand holding the finger was trembling: "Liang Sheng..."

Lin Misheng silently did not know where to take out a burden, the burden was not big, it was all that Lin Liangsheng left behind that could be handed over to this mother.

The bag was opened, and inside were only blood-stained clothes, a few pieces of silver, and a letter from home.

Mrs. Lin has been helped into the house. At this time, she showed amazing resilience, and forced her eyes to scan these things one by one: "Only...these?"

Lin Misheng squeezed out a word, which was a thin "yes".

The knives used to kill the ghosts, the armor worn close to the body, the enchanted daggers, and even the family letters that revealed a little bit of inhuman information were all confiscated.

These are not allowed to appear in the world of ordinary people.

In fact, even Lin Misheng's coming to the human world was the result of a great deal of thought. Otherwise, during the war, who would open the door to their own world and let something who doesn't know the enemy or us enter?

That letter from home was regarded as a suicide note, so it was opened by the Internet.Lin Misheng invited Liu Baoer out semi-strongly, and he used some tricks during the period, so he didn't mention it.

Mrs. Lin handed the family letter to Lin Misheng: "I can't read... read it to me."

Lin Misheng twitched the thin paper, he waited patiently for a while before Mrs. Lin woke up like a dream and let go.

"Dear mother," Lin Misheng stopped, because he found that his throat was tight and extremely dry, and he continued to read with ease——

"I have been on the battlefield for more than three years."

"After finding out some things, I felt even more sad. In fact, I once thought that I would quit and I wanted to go back, but it didn't work."

"My blood and my destiny are probably buried here. It's really hard to live in this world. It's like being curious about the trajectory of ants when I was a child, and finally burned it rashly with the bronze mirror that your mother used to dress up. When I grew up, I It is a more unforgivable mood than the curiosity that kills ants."

"Hate has cost me my mind, the truth has cost me my life."

"My good friend will take good care of you for me. After all, I couldn't go back."

"Unfilial son Liang Sheng, never write."

Lin Misheng stopped, feeling foggy, but this did not affect his heartfelt sadness and suffocation.

There was the sound of water wetting paper.

Lin Misheng reacted, hesitated for a moment, but still looked up.

Sure enough, it was Mrs. Lin's tears that hit the envelope she was holding tightly in her hand.

"you……"

"Where are my son's bones now?"

Lin Misheng was speechless.

Mrs. Lin's expression was really mixed with too much emotion: "His bones...where are they now?"

Lin Misheng was silent, and he couldn't answer, because Lin Liangsheng's bones were also "not allowed". His body was infiltrated by a lot of ghost energy before death, and it was obviously very unrealistic to bring him to the human world.

When the silence reached the point where he couldn't keep silent, Lin Misheng could only say: "This...is not allowed."

Mrs. Lin said intermittently: "I just want...to let my son...my son's bones...return home!"

"God, this is...why...why..."

Weeping and sobbing, probably because she knew that she had lost all support.So even the crying is suppressed, all the emotions are suppressed to the bottom of my heart, and they are slowly tormenting and fermenting in the bottom of my heart.

Lin Misheng went out the door and leaned against the wall, his eyes were empty and out of focus, feeling like a poisonous mushroom exposed to the sun, slowly withering and disappearing.

His power can protect no one.

His power...can't protect anyone.

…………

Bu Shengyao felt that little sadness was shameful compared to Yueling Demon Lord.

Yue Ling felt itchy when he saw the child's expression of "You are so miserable, so pitiful, so sad, do you need comfort?"

Want to hit someone.

Ci Tuan'er appeared in Yue Ling's arms and meowed softly.

Demon Lord Yue Ling stroked its smooth fur, and whispered: "I'm fine."

Then he freed his hand and gave Bu Shengyao a shudder: "I'm not telling you stories to make you pity me!"

Bu Shengyao covered the top of his head with his pitiful hands: "I just..."

Yue Ling was impatient: "You are just a teenager, I know! I just want you to know that collecting that or something is to make yourself stronger. Without power, nothing can be protected."

Bu Shengyao's eyes widened.

Yue Ling snorted: "Why are you staring? You won't go home and ask what you collect? You can't play videos when you're lonely when you're away from home? Are you stupid to be lonely with such a small thing?"

Bu Shengyao was so reprimanded that he lost his temper and walked back lazily. Then he thought of a question: "That's not right! That grandma just said that her son is Liang Sheng who left home some time ago. Could it be that he has the same name? Yue Lingmo Jun, are you making up a story to lie to my feelings... Pain, pain, don't start!"

The author has something to say:

That's it, of course the demon king is not making up stories to amuse you (spread hands)

He has torn his own scars, don't you believe it?

In addition - the bento seems to be a bit mushy, Ji Fengchen, you can eat it... right?

Ji Fengchen: Hehe