The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Everything seems to be normal, but the tentacles of the unusual seem to be extending from the most ordinary.

"Take a rest, Miaomiao, and eat first." Grandpa came to him with a wooden bowl and gently placed it on the small table beside him.

Ever since returning from that walk, Grandpa had noticed something strange about his grandson. It wasn't that his personality had changed drastically, but rather that he, who used to be somewhat lazy, had suddenly become incredibly dedicated to cultivation. He no longer felt that his progress depended more on talent. Aside from necessary rest breaks, he spent the rest of his time cultivating relentlessly.

Miaomiao heard his voice, exited the inner vision state, and smiled at Grandpa: "Okay, Grandpa."

Grandpa looked at him for a long time, wanting to say something, but in the end he just said solemnly: "If you encounter any problems, you must tell me."

He saw that Miaomiao was hiding something from him.

Miaomiao looked into the old man's eyes. Time had left many traces on his face, but his eyes remained the same as always, even becoming more profound with time.

Grandpa is very mysterious, but he always shows his warm side in front of Miaomiao.

Miaomiao knew that his grandfather loved him very much and that he was his grandfather's only family. So, no matter what, he couldn't let himself end up like Baidan.

He didn't want to leave his grandfather alone.

"I will." He said to his grandfather seriously, "I will protect myself, so Grandpa, you have to take care of yourself too."

Lately, Grandpa has been coming home late, sometimes reeking of blood—mostly other people's, but sometimes his own. Miaomiao is worried about him. But he knows Grandpa doesn't want him to know about these things, so he holds back. But deep down, he cares deeply, deeply. He doesn't want to be protected by Grandpa forever; he wants to be the one protecting his family.

Grandpa's eyes softened. "Yes, Grandpa will. We ran into a little trouble before, but it's been resolved. We'll be fine for a while."

He just wiped out a small family that noticed his whereabouts and intended to report him to the higher authorities. Compared with his other great achievements, it was really nothing.

At this moment, the curses of those who had become the dead still echoed in his ears, cursing his soul to suffer the torture of hell in the future, cursing him to be abandoned by the almighty gods, and cursing him to never receive true love in his life. But when he looked down, he could see the adorable black-haired child staring at him with concern, as if any small wound on his body would make him nervous.

Six years, just six years, but he got from this child something that he had never been able to get in his entire life.

At this moment, my grandfather even had the idea of ​​living in complete seclusion.

But he soon came to his senses. Without enough fame and wealth, how could he support Miaomiao in the future when she might encounter difficulties? Miaomiao could not stay with him in this forest forever.

He changed the subject and asked, "Miaomiao, are you almost done absorbing all the magic power you've accumulated?"

Miaomiao felt it for a moment, nodded, and was a little surprised herself: "Yes, I originally thought it would take another month to absorb it all, but my cultivation has been going smoothly recently, so it should only take a week."

The accumulated magic power refers to the magic power he had previously accumulated through spiritual food. It was also by absorbing them that Miaomiao was able to break through to the second level in just two months, completely surpassing the fastest record in the outside world that takes a year.

"Then it seems that it's time to find a teacher for you."

"Teacher?" Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Can I go outside the forest now?"

"No." Grandpa ruthlessly extinguished his enthusiasm. This was the only point he never gave in to. "I'll find someone to teach you."

Miaomiao: "..."

The expectant heart suddenly died.

He sighed sadly, becoming even more aware of the importance of becoming stronger. Without strength, he would be powerless to convince his grandfather to let him go out.

But the thought of meeting the new teacher perked him up a bit and he asked curiously, "What's the new teacher like? Is he young? Is he powerful? Does he have many different magical powers like me?"

He knew that the teacher his grandfather would recommend to him would be someone he already knew and trusted. Who knows, maybe it would be one of his friends!

Thinking of this, Miaomiao's heart beat faster. Although he couldn't go outside, he was very curious about his grandfather's affairs. It would be great if he could take this opportunity to learn more.

However, Grandpa seemed to have remembered something unpleasant, his face darkened and he said, "Not powerful, not young, but a disgusting person."

"what……?"

"As for magic, he's not a person, so just treat him as wood magic. Although he doesn't have your special talent, he's lived a long time and has seen all kinds of people. He understands a little bit about the theory of magic practice, so he can teach you the basics without any problem."

Miaomiao blinked. Although Grandpa didn't like this teacher, he had a high opinion of her.

He seems like a very powerful person.

Grandpa was getting annoyed as he spoke: "If only I were a magician, then he wouldn't have the chance to teach me..."

His magical talent wasn't as great as Miaomiao's, but he possessed a unique skill in controlling various weapons. Coupled with the influence of his family at the time, he chose a mage as his primary profession. While both mage warriors and magicians utilize magical power to attack, the operational details and even the training methods differ significantly. Grandpa's knowledge of these spells was limited, so while he could only give Miaomiao a basic introduction, teaching him the rest was a stretch.

In the city, this wouldn't be such a difficult problem. Many countries have public schools that offer basic magic instruction to ordinary people without family backgrounds. While not sophisticated or advanced, basic spells can be learned. However, Miaomiao was found in a desolate forest and never went to the city to obtain identification. To the outside world, he was a complete "illegal."

Miaomiao narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly at her grandfather: "But grandpa is a very powerful magic warrior. Grandpa just needs to do what he is best. I will study hard with the teacher."

Grandpa's heart suddenly softened, and his big hand fell on his head, ruffling his soft black hair.

He didn't waste any more time: "I'm going, you and Dahei take good care of the house."

"Yeah." The child nodded obediently and walked his grandfather out the door.

With a bang, the wooden door closed and the room became quiet.

Miaomiao lost the desire to practice and sat back on her bed, dazed for a moment. Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she let out a short "ah" and picked up the wooden bowl that had been lying there: "I almost forgot."

He hasn't eaten the meal his grandfather prepared for him yet.

There wasn't much food in the wooden bowl, just enough to satisfy hunger without being too full. The meat and vegetables were evenly matched, clearly not wanting the child to be picky eaters. When Miaomiao finished her meal, Dahei, who had been wandering around outside, happened to fly in. "Miaomiao, what are we going to do next? Do you still want to practice?"

Miaomiao shook her head: "I want to clean up my room. Grandpa is going to bring the teacher back, and I need to make room for him."

Dahei landed on the wooden table and complained, "It's time to clean up. There are more and more things in the house lately, and I feel like I have nowhere to stay."

Whenever Grandpa goes out, he always thinks about bringing Miaomiao all kinds of interesting gadgets from outside, fearing that he will be bored at home. Miaomiao is happy, but the limited space at home is indeed reduced a lot. The big black bird stand has been moved from the conspicuous wall to a dusty corner.

Miaomiao touched its fur apologetically. No wonder Dahei had been running outside recently and he didn’t notice it.

The man and the bird worked hard all afternoon, cleaning the cabin from top to bottom until it looked brand new. While they could use magic, they still had to do things themselves when dealing with fragile things. By the end, the cabin was sparkling clean, and Miaomiao and Dahei were both exhausted.

"Take a rest, Miaomiao." Dahei's tail hair had lost its luster, and he leaned his little head weakly on the child's wrist.

"Yeah." Miaomiao held it and sat on the chair, picked up a picture book she had sorted out, and opened it for entertainment.

Dahei also turned his head and looked together.

"This is the storybook you read when you were a kid. Hmm, it seems to be about a human and a mythical fox becoming friends."

"A child abandoned by his parents met a fox living alone in the forest. They became good friends and lived together in the forest. But later, the child was captured by outsiders. They said that the child had ominous black lines on his head and was cursed, bringing bad luck to everyone. The fox ran out to save him, but only saw the child burned to death."

Dahei suddenly fell silent.

Wait, is this a storybook for children?

Miaomiao continued, her voice still sweet, as if she really enjoyed the story: "The fox, having failed to save the child, was heartbroken and extremely angry. It wanted to take revenge on the villagers who killed the child. It practiced continuously, and in the tenth year, it grew a ninth tail and gained the ability to transform. In the dead of night, it came to the village and plunged everyone into a nightmare. They once again saw the burned child, but this time, the child was holding a fire that he could use to light them."

"The fox finally avenged its friend. It returned to the forest, to the home where it and its friend had lived together. In the sunlight, it fell into a warm sleep. In its bright dreams, it once again grasped its friend's hand, and this time, they would never be separated again."

Dahei: “…”

How can the living and the dead be separated? Are they all dead?

Miaomiao closed the book with a faint smile on his face. He looked at Dahei and said, "I like this ending, Dahei. I don't want to be separated from you and grandpa either."

Dahei made a croaking sound, and it was not so easy for it to die.

Miaomiao held it in his arms without saying a word. If his family members were also hurt like the child, Miaomiao knew that he would become the fox.

He will stop at nothing to get his revenge.

At this moment, there was a sudden regular knock on the door.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

Miaomiao looked up in confusion. Grandpa came back so soon?

Something is not right.

He had just taken two steps and approached the door cautiously. Before he could say anything, the wooden door in front of him was slammed hard.

"boom!"

"Click."

The wooden door shook violently, the door lock made a painful and sharp cracking sound, and a crack suddenly appeared on it.

Miaomiao's eyes widened in shock. This wasn't just an ordinary door lock.

"Bang!" Another collision.

This time the door lock reached its limit and broke completely along the crack.

Without a lock, the wooden door creaked open and the wind from outside blew in with a cool and fresh breath.

The overwhelming white light was blinding. Miaomiao squinted her eyes and saw only a shadow standing quietly at the door. Was it the lock he had broken?

"Chirp." Dahei flapped his wings and landed on Miaomiao's shoulder. A cold light flashed in his scarlet eyes as he looked at the figure that appeared behind the wooden door.

Grandpa had protected the wooden door's lock with his own magic, and now that it was broken, Grandpa could sense it. Dahei looked at the newcomer as if he were looking at a corpse.

"Huh?" Miaomiao made a surprised sound, "Human?"

There was a child standing at the door!

He looked a little taller than Miaomiao, with a head of flaming red hair. Perhaps because no one helped to take care of it, his thick hair was messy and tangled like straw.

His facial features weren't as naturally beautiful and lovely as Miaomiao's, but he had a unique, tough aura. Although still a child, his facial features already showed the toughness of a mature man. Even his stature was a size larger than Miaomiao's.

Miaomiao looked at him in surprise, this boy who was about his age and whom he met for the first time.

Although he really wanted to talk to someone his own age, he couldn't help but be on guard when he thought that it was him who broke the door lock of his house.

"Who are you?" Miaomiao asked, "Are you here to see my grandfather?"

The boy said nothing.

His eyebrows and eyes were the same fiery red as his hair, and he stared at him blankly. He had clearly broken the door lock violently, but now he just stood at the door, motionless.

Miaomiao looked at him and somehow felt that the other party was not very smart.

Can he really understand what he is saying?

"You," he tried to change the question, "could you please stop staring at me?"

To be honest, Miaomiao felt a little ashamed at the completely focused gaze, like a homeless person seeing treasure.

But the little boy still didn't speak.

He just looked at Miaomiao, and after a long while, he seemed to understand the meaning of Miaomiao's words, and slowly shook his head. Then, like a wooden man, he resumed staring at Miaomiao.

Miaomiao: "..."

He had never wanted so much to cover his face with a piece of cloth.

What a weirdo.

He took a step back, creating some distance between them.

As if sensing his guard, the boy suddenly took a step forward, moving so fast that neither the man nor the bird could react.

"?!" Miaomiao only felt an extremely hot temperature on his hand, with a hard and rough texture. His hand was caught by the boy!

"Let Miaomiao go!" Dahei was furious. This kid actually attacked Miaomiao in front of him. It was unforgivable!

It flapped its wings vigorously, and seven or eight pitch-black shadowy tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground, twisting and twitching in disorder like a group of entangled snakes, and all flew straight towards the red-haired boy's neck and heart, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.

Miaomiao also took the opportunity to struggle, trying to escape the restraints while he was distracted. However, the boy was completely unexpected. Facing Dahei's attack, he didn't even try to avoid it. Instead, he seemed to care more about catching Miaomiao and pulled her to his side with even more force.

At the same time, a large circle of red flames suddenly appeared on his body, and in an instant it expanded and turned into a huge translucent barrier, colliding directly with the tentacles rushing up.

"Boom!"

The violent tremor spread, and even the wooden house shook twice.

Miaomiao lost her balance and fell onto the boy's shoulder. When she looked up, she saw that the tentacles and barriers were shattered, with black and red intertwined, like a heavy rain of fire falling in the middle of the night.

Her fan-like eyelashes fluttered slightly.

...so strong.

The boy's hand that was holding his hand just now was now around his waist, holding him half leaning on him. At such a close distance, Dahei could not avoid Miaomiao's precise attack on him, and the black bird was so angry that it flapped its wings and flew around in the air.

Miaomiao tentatively reached out and pushed the boy away a little. This time, the boy just looked at him and didn't resist. But after pushing him half an arm's length away, Miaomiao couldn't push him any further.

He didn't seem to have any intention of hurting herself. Miaomiao thought for a moment and pointed at herself: "Are you here to see me?"

The boy nodded.

"But I don't know you." Miaomiao was a little confused. He was sure he had never seen this boy before. With such a striking appearance, anyone who had seen him would definitely not forget him.

The boy lowered his brows, looking a little lost for no reason.

Suddenly, his face darkened, he turned his head abruptly to look out the window, and intense hostility erupted from him.

Miaomiao was startled by him and was about to ask what was wrong, but the boy grabbed his hand again.

Something hard was stuffed into his hand, its edges sharp enough to sting his skin painfully.

The boy didn't say anything, just looked at Miaomiao steadily.

"Do you mean... you want me to accept it?" Miaomiao whispered.

The boy nodded, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but it soon turned into determination.

He clenched his fists, looked back at Miaomiao for the last time, then rushed out the door and disappeared into the forest.

"Don't run, kid." Dahei roared angrily and chased after him with murderous intent.

Only Miaomiao was left in the wooden house.

In silence, Miaomiao slowly opened her hands and saw a milky white triangular fragment about half the size of her palm.

"What is this?" He poked it in confusion.