The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

Hino withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded, but the dirt slope not far away was still standing tall and stopped wriggling, like a beast that suddenly lost its soul.

This "beast" has been locked in his heart for five full years, and Xinuo thought that he would never see this "beast" again in his life.

But it still took advantage of his unpreparedness and escaped like it did five years ago——

When he was nine years old, Hino and his two elf companions went to learn physical arts under Mr. Trick.

A whole free summer should have been an unforgettable memory for the elves.

But because of the arrival of those Wu tribe children, only unforgettable painful memories remained in that summer.

The children of the Wu tribe are weak in physique, and Xinuo thinks that they must be the weakest of the seven tribes.

This is a fact, not a prejudice. Children of the elves are not aware of the physical gap between the two races, so they often lose their sense of proportion during fighting training.

Elves are a natural and pure race, and accidental collisions during training are harmless.

But the children of the Wu tribe didn't think so. They didn't care about the little bump, but they felt that their dignity was damaged, and they had to do something to save the face of the Wu tribe.

Thus, the nightmare of Hino and several companions began.

Once, in the middle of the night, Xinuo was awakened by a strange cry. When he opened his eyes, he saw a rotting corpse lying next to him. He was so frightened that he punched and kicked frantically. , The moment the door was opened by the teacher, Hino realized that the rotting corpse in front of him was actually his companion.

Hino knew that it must be the work of those witch students.

This wasn't the first time this kind of prank happened, and each time it went too far. He wanted to complain to Mr. Tricker, but his companion stopped him with a wink.

Not only did they not file a complaint, but the next morning, the two companions took Hino to greet those mischievous witch apprentices, trying to find out why these troublemakers kept playing tricks on them.

"It's just to show you the power of the Wu tribe, don't be complacent about your brute force." The oldest gray-eyed Wu tribe boy told the three elves proudly: "Our status is second only to the Aowei tribe. We fought for it based on our strength. Unlike you, training in gymnastics is just for us to keep fit."

Frankly speaking, Hino was very angry at the time. He wanted to break the bridge of the nose of this boy who was taller than him with a punch, and let him know that gymnastics training can not only keep fit, but may also harm his body.

But before doing this, Shino glanced at the two companions out of the corner of his eye, wondering if they were also full of anger.

However, who could have imagined the expressions of his two companions?

It's the kind of curious gaze full of curiosity, coupled with a gentle yet enthusiastic smile.

Yes, his two companions stared at the provocative Wu tribe boy with such a harmless and happy expression, and then replied kindly in the tone of "you are such a little troublemaker": "We Knowing that the Wu Clan is very powerful, you don't need to show us your strength repeatedly."

At that moment, Hino felt that the expression on his face was somewhere between fury and constipation.

He began to wonder whether there was something wrong with him, or whether his companions were bullied and stupid.

"We don't need elves to teach us how to do things." The gray-eyed boy responded coldly.

Hino's fist was already hungry and thirsty.

"Are you going to continue playing pranks?" O'Casey, Hino's best buddy, finally frowned slightly, showing a rare negative emotion, and begged the gray-eyed boy uncomfortably: "Then come at me, okay?" ? Hino is afraid of dead people and rotten things, so stop casting spells on him.”

"I'm not afraid!" Hino immediately puffed up his chest, pretending to be brave: "I just didn't get used to it yesterday!"

The children of the Wu clan laughed, and the gray-eyed boy said, "Do you want to take the punishment for him? Yes, which hand did you use to push me when I fell last time? Stretch it out."

O'Casey thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "I don't remember."

"It's the right hand!" A Wu tribe child reminded: "I saw it."

So O'Casey held out his right hand to the gray-eyed boy.

Had he known what was to come, he might have regretted his obedience.

Watched by a group of children, the gray-eyed boy activated the spell, and then he asked O'Casey to look at him and nod three times.

O'Casey nodded obediently three times, and then found that his right hand had disappeared.

He could still feel his hand, but it was gone down the wrist, bloodless, skin wrapped around the bone, as if he had been born without a right hand.

"What did you do?!" Shino was furious before O'Casey, stepped forward and pulled the gray-eyed boy's collar, and roared, "Give him back his hand! Immediately!"

"Let go of me! Don't you want this hand too?" the gray-eyed boy warned viciously.

The next moment, Xinuo smashed the unwanted hand on the bridge of his nose.

Group fights, once started, would get out of control.

To be precise, it was Xinuo who [-]v[-], and his two companions had been fighting beside him, which was regarded as one-sided beating. Only the nine-year-old Xinuo beat the five witch children on the opposite side until they ran away with their heads in their hands.

The power of the witch clan is not as powerful as the gray-eyed boy boasted, at least the five of them are not so powerful yet, most of their spells need to take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and preparation in advance, and when they are beaten up, There is no chance to display their abilities.

"I'm going to tell Mr. Trick!" the gray-eyed boy yelled heartbreakingly while holding his head.

"Give back your hand to O'Casey!" The out-of-control Hino seemed to be the only one to say this.

"Get it yourself!" Another Wu clan boy suddenly shouted.

Hino looked sideways, and saw a boy from the Witch clan holding Okaixi's severed hand in the distance.

"I was just joking with you guys. Since you want to do something, then I'm not polite!" The witch boy held the little finger of the severed hand with one hand and pressed it hard on the back of his hand!O'Casey screamed in pain.

It was at that moment that the beast inside Hino was awakened for the first time.

Strange to say, he couldn't remember what happened during that time, only that when he came back to his senses, the two companions hugged him tightly and kept yelling—"Let them go! Hino, let them go!"

After regaining consciousness, Hino saw five grave-like mounds around him, and five children of the Wu clan were trapped in the mounds, sinking deeper and deeper.

The sand filled their mouths and noses, and they could no longer make a cry, being slowly swallowed by the beast-like sand.

This was the biggest disaster in Hino's life, not only because of the fight and wounding, but also because of his extraordinary talent, which aroused the vigilance of the clansmen.

The gate of the elves was closed to Hino.

"Sorry, Doris, you have to confess the identity of Hino's biological father, otherwise I can't continue to be his teacher. This is a family rule, and I can't disobey it."

"Xino does not belong to the Black Forest, Doris, send him where he should go."

……

In my memory, that sad end of summer was almost drowned by my mother's tears.

All the elves looked strangely at their mother and child.

Mother took the trouble to explain to everyone: "The accident happened because of being possessed by the devil in the mountain that day. Xinuo didn't know what happened at all!"

But no elf believed in mother.

This memory is gray and white in Hino's mind, and every time he thinks about it, he feels a suffocating numbness.

It felt like being kicked out of the homeland and falling into the boundless darkness overgrown with wild animals.

Fortunately, Uncle Barton stepped forward, claiming that Xi Nuo was his child, and swearing to the gods in front of his tribe.

Uncle Button was with his mother, and Hino had an elf father since then, and a lovely younger sister four years later.

The good times didn't last long, Barton died in the battle against the demon god Ilsa, and Hino was selected by the God Stone and sent to this continent 500 years ago.

The second day after he came to this continent, the beast in his body was awakened.

He had promised his mother that he would never, never do that kind of thing again.

He will be the most ordinary elf in his life-kindness, kindness, fighting against evil, and protecting the common people.

Like all his elf companions, no matter what provocations and humiliations he receives, he will deal with everything with the mentality of "you are such a little troublemaker".

But now, the beast-like sand towers between the girl and her mother, and Hino clearly knows that this is his masterpiece, and it can no longer be explained by demon possession.

A terrible sense of loneliness engulfed him in an instant, as if he saw his clansmen staring at him with strange and repulsive eyes, as if he was a monster, a monster hated by the world.

"Save us!" A villager begged sadly in the distance: "If you leave the town without punishing these villains, Brummer will definitely take revenge on us! Please save us, merciful god!"

God?

Shino, who was possessed by the devil, looked blankly at the villagers who were praying, and found that one family after another came out of the surrounding wooden houses.

They looked at Xinuo full of expectations, with respect and gratitude, not at all like the eyes of the tribesmen who looked at monsters when they were nine years old.