[Comprehensive] Brave Fighting Demon King

Vigorous, but can't tell why.

Seeing his dazed look, Ailan puffed up her cheeks, and suddenly reached out and pinched Alan's face: "Hey, it's agreed to stay with me today. Don't be foolish."

"Ailan..." Allen looked at the girl in front of him, and memories of her came to mind.

His childhood sweetheart, Ai Lanfudo, is of mixed race just like him. He grew up in an island country and has always been a neighbor and classmate.

Two days ago he and Ailan officially became lovers, and today is their first date.

——…

An indescribable sense of disobedience lingered in his heart.Before he could figure out why, Ailan couldn't wait any longer, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him out of the house.

"Wait, wait a minute, Ailan!" The boy protested in vain, and was forcibly escorted all the way to the street by the girl.

The girl's footsteps were babble, and she dragged the boy through the streets.After walking for a while, Allen pulled his hand back hard and asked, "Where is this going?"

Ailan turned around lightly and said with a cheerful smile: "A date, of course it's going to a romantic place."

Allen shook his head helplessly, so he had no choice but to follow her and continue walking.

When he was a child, looking at the overgrown and desolate courtyard in front of him, Allen twitched the corners of his mouth and asked suspiciously: "This is... a romantic place?"

"Yes." Ailan smiled and fiddled with the nameplate by the door that could no longer see what was written on it, pushed open the courtyard gate covered with cobwebs, and walked towards the entrance of the house.

She explained to Allen as she walked: "This is the famous haunted house nearby. It is said that every family who lives in it has died. Now, doesn't it feel exciting?"

Alan raised his forehead—how could he have forgotten that this childhood sweetheart was an authentic supernatural enthusiast.

Walking to the porch, the door of the house was ajar.Ailan pushed the door into the room without hesitation, and said: "Speaking of which, there are many supernatural rumors in school. For example, strange Lolita, happiness animation, etc... Ah, but Alan doesn't pay attention to these , you don’t even know.”

Follow the chattering Qingmei into the house.It was obvious that no one had stepped into the house for a long time, and a thick layer of dust had already fallen on the floor and furniture.When people walk in the house, if they move a little more vigorously, they will raise a cloud of dust mixed with a musty smell.

The walls keep the hustle and bustle of the street out.The air in the room was gloomy and cold, and a gloomy cold wind came in through some gap.

The cold wind crawled up his spine like a cold and sticky bug. Alan shuddered and said to Alan: "Hey, do you feel..." Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and suddenly realized that Alan was nowhere to be seen.

There was a sudden hit in his heart.Suddenly there were footsteps above my head, and when I looked up, a lively black-haired girl poked her head out from the second floor: "Alan, you are so slow, what did you just say?"

"..." Allen suddenly felt that he was an idiot for worrying about such a rough guy, "It's okay, what are you doing upstairs?"

Ailan waved at him with a notebook: "Look, I found it in the closet on the second floor. It seems to be a diary left by someone who lived in this house before."

She ran downstairs with the diary, and went to Allen to look through it with him: "...Ah, look, there is a name written here—Zoboga Coconut... Well, look what she wrote."

She flipped through the diary as she spoke.The cold in the room seemed to be getting heavier, Allen sneezed, walked aside and opened the window.The trees outside the window are shaded, the sun can't shine in, and the surrounding area is still gloomy.

The longer he stayed in the house, the more irritable Alan became.Ailan flipped through the diary and read it with gusto, laughing from time to time: "Alan, come and see...haha, I bet this woman named Kayako is absolutely crazy."

... Is a woman who looks at a stranger's diary and giggles in a haunted house qualified to call someone crazy?

Getting more and more restless in the room, Alan walked to the porch and pushed open the door.Ailan heard the door knock, looked up, and hurried to catch up: "Alan, wait for me."

I don't know whose cat was meowing shrilly.Striding out of the courtyard and walking into the sun, feeling the warmth of the sun, Allen took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a sense of rebirth as a human being.

With a sudden chill in his hand, Allen was startled, and suddenly dodged aside.

Turning his head, he met Shang Ailan's eyes half puzzled and half wronged.

Looking down and seeing the opponent's hand being thrown away, Allen was a little embarrassed, and said softly: "...your hands are so cold."

"...I'm sick." Ailan was obviously angry, cursed, and strode away with the diary in her arms.

"Hello!" Allen hurried to catch up, took two steps, and suddenly felt something strange behind him.

He turned his head abruptly, feeling more uneasy, but he didn't find anything unusual in his sight.

——This haunted house...

Turning around in doubt, when he looked up, he saw that the angry girl had already walked to the bus stop and boarded a bus that had just passed by.

"Hey!" Before he had time to think about it, he hurried over with big strides.Finally, when the bus just started, I barely caught up with the bus.

The brave pushes the devil

The two childhood sweethearts lived on the same floor of the same apartment building. After dinner, Alan returned to the room, opened the desk drawer and took out the diary that Alan had given him.

The diary is dirty, old, and smells weird.After turning over two pages, you can still see a large brown stain in the middle of the paper.

There is a family photo in the diary.Above is a family of three, the husband and wife with their son, and the little boy is holding a cute black cat in his arms.

This should be a photo full of happiness, but unfortunately, the wife's face was dug out for some reason.And the photo seems to have been rubbed and unfolded, full of crumpled marks.

The night wind crept into the house and blew the curtains.The cold shot up his upper body, Allen shivered, got up and closed the window.

He didn't realize that the moment he left his seat, a pair of pale children's feet suddenly appeared in the gap under the desk.

A black cat suddenly appeared and crawled silently on Allen's pillow.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Allen left the room, walked to the hallway and opened the door.

Ailan, covered in blood, stood at the door, holding a snow-white woman's arm in her hand, smiling slightly at him.

"..." Allen felt that he should show surprise and panic at this time, but for some reason, when he saw Ailan's face, he felt that even if the other party did cruel and bloody things, he would not will be surprised.

"What's the matter?" He just asked such an unnutritious question calmly.

Ailan walked into the room, threw her arm to the kitchen, and then went straight to the bathroom: "I read her diary and she was very unhappy, so she came to make trouble and I cleaned it up... She broke all the bathrooms in my house Alright, let me borrow it from you... Ah, I didn't take any clothes, so go and get them for me."

"Diary..." Allen remembered the haunted house diary lying in his bedroom.

He went to the next door and went into Alan's room to get clothes.Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from my house.

A faint smell of blood wafted along the wind, Allen didn't care to take his clothes, and hurried back, and saw the frosted glass of the door of his bathroom shattered all over the floor, and the black-haired girl wrapped in a bath towel was holding a blood-stained towel in her hand. With a kitchen knife, he chopped down a middle-aged man with a strong physique and a gloomy face.

The middle-aged man covered his injured face with his hands, let out an angry and mournful wail, fell to the ground, and disappeared.

Allen felt his head hurt a little, he pressed his temple and rubbed it, and asked, "...Who is this?"

"Sister Diary is her husband, but it seems that the relationship between husband and wife is not very good." Ailan shrugged and looked at the kitchen knife in her hand, "Oh no, uncle left in such a hurry that he forgot to take his weapon back...Forget it, send it away." I gave it to you, Alan, don’t you know swordsmanship, use this as a dagger... Hey, don’t just stand there, where are my clothes?”

"...forgot to take it, you washed it so soon?"

"How can it be, the uncle rushed out before you started washing... Your bathroom is also broken, and you can't wash it even if you want to."

In the end, the girl wrapped in a bath towel went back to her home to change.Allen looked at the mess in the room speechlessly, and began to tidy up resignedly.

I don't know what the ingredients of these evil spirits are, some of them will leave nothing behind after they disappear, and some will smear green, black, or red mucus everywhere, or leave behind puddles of mud and carrion-like things.

It was very late to clean up the room with great difficulty, and the broken bathroom door had to be repaired tomorrow.

Allen had no desire to leave the smelly garbage at home.He went out with a garbage bag, when Ailan heard the door knock, she stopped and called him: "Your room has been cleaned, why don't you come and help me clean it?"

The other party's attitude was so righteous, as if Allen was born to serve her.After being speechless for a while, Allen decided to ignore her: "...you do it yourself."

"Alan Gale!" The black-haired girl folded her hips and looked at him flickeringly with dark blue eyes.

"..." After less than ten seconds of stalemate, Allen was defeated, "...you also need to help."

"Got it, got it." Pulling her childhood sweetheart boyfriend into the room, and telling him where the mop, broom and rag are, the girl opened a bag of potato chips, turned on the TV and nestled in the sofa.

Finally, Ailan's room was cleaned as well. Carrying a few heavy bags of garbage, Alan went downstairs to the nearest trash can.

The night air is crisp and pleasant, the night is velvety dark blue, and the colorful neon lights of the urban night are intertwined on the sky