i love a monster

Seeing Qian Jin and the little boy coming out of the sedan chair, the villagers shouted in horror: "It's him! It's him!!!"

Seeing everyone screaming and cursing at him, the little boy hurriedly hid behind Qian Jin, not daring to come out, his body trembling.

Cheng Zi ignored the panic of the villagers, and went straight to the police officers who were warming up in the corner to inquire about the situation, leaving Qian Jin beside the carriage at a loss.

Qianjin wanted to take two steps forward, but saw the villagers backing away one after another, cursing at the same time, "It's his little goblin! We've lost our homes... Hurry up, get out of here! Little goblin!!!"

Qian Jin was stunned: Little goblin? "You annoying little goblin"? ? ?ha?When did I grind people? ! ! !Eh?No, they don't seem to be looking at me, could it be? . .This silent brat? ! !Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ Such a young child has already learned to grind people. . . . . .

At this moment, Cheng Zi suddenly turned his head and beckoned to Qianjin, and then opened his mouth to say something. The surrounding noise was too loud, and Qianjin didn't hear what he said, but only vaguely saw the shape of his mouth, which seemed to be Said: "You tortured little goblin, come up quickly."

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! ! ! ! !Qian Jin's face turned red, he looked up at Cheng Zi again, and saw Cheng Zida smiling at him, very ambiguous and obscene, Qian Jin panicked: Don't, don't look at me like this~~ I when. . .Teased you?Well. . .They even said I was a goblin. . . . . .Uh~~~~

Cheng Zi saw that Qianjin didn't respond, so he walked over, and helplessly raised his face and said, "Take your little elf, and go quickly!"

"what?!!"

"Ha... What are you thinking about? You blushed like this..."

"No! I didn't think about it!! I didn't think about anything!!!" Qian Jin tried to hide it.

"Okay, let's go quickly, this little elf is really troublesome..."

"Huh?!!!" Qianjin was startled again.

"how?"

"The tossing little goblin?!!"

"That's right, the child behind you is a monster. I knew you wouldn't believe it..."

"So it was him!" Qian Jin exclaimed.

"Otherwise, who do you think it is?" Cheng Zi was helpless, feeling really tired talking to Qian Jin.

"No, no! He's a child, how could he be a monster? How can monsters be so cute? Eh?? Except Xiaobai."

"If you talk too much, I'll sew your mouth shut..." Cheng Zi suddenly said coldly.

"Hmm..." Qian Jin shut up obediently, led the little boy and followed Cheng Zi forward.

When they got to the side of Zhang Butou and his party, the villagers all avoided them, as if they were afraid of and hated the little boy behind Qian Jin.

Catcher Zhang looked past Qianjin, and looked directly at the child behind Qianjin, as if he was sizing him up, but he didn't change his expression, he just said calmly to Qianjin, "This child can't follow you."

"Why, why?" Qianjin asked nervously, oh, this is the first time I have talked to my little brother~

"Because he's a demon, and he's a half-demon who can't control his animal nature, so it's dangerous." Zhang Qiling replied.

"Beast nature?!!! Half-demon? Is it the transvestite that Xiaobai said???" Qianjin whispered.

"He is a half-demon born from the combination of human beings and fire demons. Many temples in the village were burned down by him..." Zhang Butou patiently explained to Qianjin, and Qianjin roughly understood what happened after listening:

Since this village is close to the Demon Realm, there will be ghosts haunting it from time to time, but such a tragedy has never happened, because many large and small temples have been built in the village to deter ghosts, so that they dare not enter the village at will.

The temple here does not enshrine Buddha statues like the temples Qian Jin had seen before, but enshrines a sculpture similar to a tree. If it appears near a temple, it will lose its mana, or even weaken and degenerate, which is no danger to human beings.

But more than half a month ago, this little half-monster suddenly turned into a beast, spitting fire crazily, and burned most of the temples in the village.Without the protection of many temples, monsters from the Demon Realm came to kill the villagers one after another, resulting in the current tragedy. . .

"Can a half-demon cast spells near temples?" Qian Jin was puzzled.

"Half-demons are a special kind of existence. Some of their mana are astonishingly large, some have no mana, some are rejected by the temple, and some are not affected... This child is the type that has mana and is not affected .” Zhang Butou’s speech was steady, without any hint of happiness or worry.

"Then... what about the child's parents? Why don't they care?" Qian Jin rarely said so much to people he didn't know well, but this time he was a little concerned and wanted to find out.

"According to the villagers, his father was a fire demon who forcibly took his mother and never appeared again. His mother committed suicide shortly after giving birth to him. No one knows the reason."

"So... how did he survive? Are his grandparents not around?"

Zhang Butou shook his head: "He was thrown into the deep mountains, and no one wanted to have anything to do with him. He is a monster with a strong ability to survive. He lived alone in the deep mountains for many years. Later, an old woman in the village ignored him. Everyone objected and took him home to raise him, but the old lady passed away not long after..."

Qianjin lowered his eyes, and he could already imagine the suffering this child had suffered in his heart. He had no parents and was ostracized. . .Just like the situation when I was a child.

When I was in elementary school, I was ridiculed by my classmates for not having parents, not having nice clothes, and not having decent stationery. . .At that time, little Qianjin cried countless times with grievances, but the children who bullied him would only get worse.

Finally, he ran away crying, neither going back to the orphanage nor going to school, and walked aimlessly alone. . .Going forward, I arrived at a completely unfamiliar place, hungry and tired, but I could only squat under the street lamp and cry. . . . . .