The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Di Yin waved his hand and asked him to stand up first. He looked like he had been hungry for a long time. He waved his hand and said, "Eat first. After you finish eating, you can go see Goutuin."

The two arrived at the palace. Di Yin raised his hand to call the palace servants and ordered them to take the baby in Guiju's arms, bathe it and feed it.

The swaddling clothes had just left his hands, and his fingertips were still hanging in the air. He looked at the baby eagerly like a young animal whose toy had been taken away, until Di Yin tapped the top of his head with his fingers, and then he turned his head stupidly.

Soon, the table was filled with all kinds of delicacies from the demon world.

The gilded plate was piled with steaming candied fire crystal fruits, the silver kettle was filled with bubbling bone soup, and there was also a plate of exquisite sugar cakes, which were white with a hint of pink and looked delicious.

Guiju stared at the cake and swallowed his saliva, but did not reach out immediately. He first pulled off the sleeve of his rag robe and rubbed it on his palm again and again, even though the sleeve was dirtier than his hand.

Then he knelt down in front of the table respectfully, touched the candy cake with his fingertips and then retracted them, raised his head and looked at Di Yin, his eyes sparkling like a puppy asking for candy:

“…Is it really edible?”

"If I tell you to eat, then eat."

Only then did he dare to reach out and stuff the fragrant cake into his mouth. The icing was all over the tip of his nose and his eyes curved into crescents due to smiling.

The bone soup was too hot, so he blew on the edge of the bowl again and again. He took a small sip and it was so hot that he inhaled, but he pretended to be nothing and secretly stuck out his tongue.

The skin of the Fire Crystal Fruit was too tough. He tried to bite it open for a long time but failed. He tilted his head and stared at the flesh in a daze, like a squirrel stuck in a nut shell.

It was not until Di Yin handed him a silver spoon helplessly that he suddenly realized what was going on and used the tip of the spoon to poke the fruit flesh into his mouth.

"Burp——" After burping, Guiju realized his impoliteness and hurriedly covered his mouth and shrank under the table.

"Hahaha... no need to be so reserved, just eat well." Di Yin laughed heartily, "Come on, I'll take you to find Gelsemium elegans."

He hurriedly followed Di Yin, and the two of them walked towards the ghost clan's prison. The environment in the prison was gloomy, and the deeper they went, the stronger the smell of rust became, mixed with the smell of blood, drilling into their noses.

"We're here." Di Yin stopped in front of a cell and asked the jailer to open the door.

Guiju looked up, and the sight in front of him made him stagger half a step. On the wooden stake in the cell, an iron hook pierced through the clavicle of Gelsemium, and an iron chain hung from the ceiling, hanging the whole person half-suspended in the air, with both wrists wrapped in barbed iron rings, and the slightest movement would tear the skin and flesh.

His back was arched into a strange arc, and his thin clothes were torn into rags, revealing the criss-crossing whip marks on his chest. New wounds overlapped old wounds, and they looked deathly pale under the cold light.

“Brother!…” He rushed forward, his legs went weak, and he fell heavily to his knees, “Brother is here to take you home… Wuuuuuu, let’s go home!”

Gelsemite's eyelashes trembled violently. He thought he was hallucinating. Why was his brother here?

The fishy wind from the dungeon made his eyelids tighten, and he didn't open his eyes suddenly until the sound of the devil's mouth came clearly again. The iron hook on his collarbone was pulled by the movement, and the pain made him let out a broken groan from his throat.

"Don't come over here!" Gouwen's voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable. "Why... who told you to come to me?"

He pretended not to hear anything, and scrambled to the side of the wooden stake. Only then did Goushi see his miserable appearance.

"Brother...brother hurts..."

He reached out to touch the iron ring on the wrist of the hook kisser, and the barbs immediately cut his fingertips, and blood dripped onto his brother's pale skin. "Brother is here to take you home. The candy cake... the candy cake is left for you..."

"Idiot... Who told you to run around? Do you know that the two tribes are thousands of miles apart? What if you get caught by bad guys on the way... Don't look for me, leave me, I will kill you..."

Guiju raised his head, his eyes swollen like peaches, "Don't be afraid... Wherever my brother is, I'm there, wherever my brother is, that's home. The baby is asleep, and I'm going to look for him..."

He spoke incoherently about his experiences in the past few days, from picking up moldy cakes from the ruins and licking off the mold, to warming the baby with his own body temperature. When he bumped his knee on a stone, he lifted up his trouser leg to show Gumball, "It doesn't hurt. Every time I fall, I'm one step closer to my younger brother..."

Gelsemite's eyes fell on the ulcer on his knee. The scabby wound was oozing pus and mixed with mud and stuck to the cloth. It was obvious that it had not been cleaned along the way. His heart felt like it was cut by a blunt knife, and he felt both pain and anger.

"Fool!"

Gelsemium suddenly growled, shocking him so much that his shoulders trembled. "Who told you to eat moldy food? Didn't I tell you not to drink dirty water on the ground? What if you get infected?"

He wanted to raise his hand to knock his silly brother on the head, but the iron ring pulled his wrist so hard that he felt severe pain. He could only press his forehead against his brother's shoulder. He was so weak that he could hardly make a sound. "You can't even take care of yourself, and you dare to come over here..."

Guiju sensed the trembling in his voice and hurriedly used his sleeve to wipe the blood off his face: "I was wrong... I shouldn't have disobeyed my younger brother. But... I miss you so much, you can't leave me."

Outside the iron bars of the dungeon, Demon Lord Di Yin looked at this scene and raised his hand to rub his brows. He knew that the love between the brothers of the Rakshasa clan was as deep as that between Su Yang and Su Xiang.

The biological mother of Guiju and Gelsemium died early, and their father, King Rakshasa, completely let himself go, taking concubines left and right, and completely ignoring the lives of the two brothers. Before Guiju became idiotic, he was a representative of both civil and military talents, and a man of great loyalty and righteousness. At that time, the young Gelsemium was protected by his elder brother, and he still lived a carefree and carefree life in the palace.

But the good times didn't last long, and foreign invaders came. Guiju led the troops to resist, risking his life to block the fatal blow for the Rakshasa King, and ended up being stupid. Gouwen looked at his brother who behaved more childishly than himself, and his world collapsed.

The toddler Wolfsbane bit the back of Gelsemium's hand and refused to let go, causing blood to flow. He cried loudly in pain, but all he got in return was a slap from the Rakshasa King.

Gelsemium hid in his brother's arms with swollen cheeks and cried all his tears. From then on, his thin shoulders had to bear the hardships of life. His small body was covered with sharp thorns, which stabbed those who tried to bully him.

No one taught Gelsemium what was right and wrong, and his emotions were always on the line of extremes, so he was used to solving problems with violence. If things went on like this, he would become a bad person, and thus caused this terrible disaster.

Di Yin felt sorry for the brothers. But Su Xiang, the bad boy, was too vindictive and wanted to kill Goushi to avenge his brother. Di Yin had been trying to get back at the bad boy, planning to take the wandering Guiju to his side when the bad boy calmed down.

But he didn't expect that he could rely on his wits and walk for nearly half a month with the child in his arms to find the ghost tribe. He didn't know how many detours he took during this period.

He listened to Guiju still chattering, "The baby is so good... He drank the stream water and his fever is gone... His brother is also obedient and didn't cry." Finally, he sighed and waved his hand to call the jailer: "Remove the iron rings and take them to heal their wounds. Work quickly and don't let your great demon see it."

When Gelum's iron ring was untied, Guiju suddenly pointed at the barbed wound on his wrist and cried, "It hurts... Brother, blow it for me..."

He leaned over and exhaled gently, the warm breath brushing against the festering flesh, but Goushi felt that it was more effective than any spiritual power. His brother still had the smell of weeds after the rain, which reminded Goushi of the time when he was a child, lying on the broad back of Guiju, listening to the other humming an untuneable ballad, and slowly walking home in the snow and wind of the demon world.