He is going to the world of youkai when the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos stops him: "I suppose you're still thinking of ways to exterminate all of the youkai so you don't have time to care about other things?" "I don't get it, what's so interesting about a youkai who mistook a mighty god like you for a bookworm?" The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos kept stroking his beard and shaking his head. Just thinking about that silly but adorable fox youkai, the Fire God León de Fuego couldn't help but laugh. Did she even say he was twenty years old? At that time, he really wanted to ask her: Is practicing seven thousand years a waste of her beautiful face, why hasn't her mind matured at all? How could a twenty-year-old man have the courage and composure he had, the wisdom and experience he had? He had gone through nine hundred thousand years of training, it was true that she was too naive and immature. But what made him angrier was that she even called him a fire demon, a word she could th
“Did you know the sunset over Mount Atardecer is extremely beautiful?” As soon as he said this, he felt that this opening was really a bit stupid. A youkai who is only practicing magic all day won't know the beautiful scenery. Only boring gods like him and the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos had time to admire and praise that high, steep cliff. "Really? I definitely have to go see it whenever I have free time.” "If it doesn't affect your work, I can take you away now." "Really?" Beneath her thick black lashes, her sparkling eyes flashed unnaturally, leaving him confused. He had a hard time moving his gaze that was attracted to her forward. He took her hand, suddenly feeling a gentle, numbing sensation from her small, soft hand. He suddenly let go of his hand, a little angry, and said: "What magic do you use?" "Huh?" She looked at her hand in surprise, then back at him. "What magic?" "Nothing." He frowned, maybe he was mistaken, then took her hand and flew up Mount Atardecer.
“I am the King of Youkai anyway, how can you treat me like that?” The King of Youkai resented Palomas Blancas. "I won't punish you for spoiling this beautiful scene, are you still not satisfied?" Finally, Palomas Blancas could not stand it anymore, she began to protest because she was treated unfairly, if she can't perish in silence, then explode in silence. "I'm handsome and strong like this but ruin your beauty?" “I ask you one thing, before you brag, look in the mirror, okay?” She really can't take it anymore, that fire demon from morning till night claims to be like that she can still accept, at least he has a little bit of beauty to call himself handsome, but the person standing in front of her could already be said to be ugly has a rank in the world of youkai, and yet he shamelessly considers himself handsome and robust. Today, she was swallowed up by his mouth like a basin of blood, and she couldn't continue to think one way or another. The King of Youkai seriously l
She cried in silence, drop by drop, each tear fell into the stream, and after melting into layers, small vibrations gradually disappeared in the water. “Have you ever experienced regret? Have you ever tasted punishment? For seven thousand years, I have always dreamed that that year I was always watching over my mother's body, waiting for the hunter to come, an arrow would kill me. Then I fell beside my mother, blood staining her white fur… Regrettably, all could not choose again.” He sat down next to her, watching the clouds drift by reflecting in the water, listening to the sound from the bottom of her heart, his bright eyes slowly turning gloomy. “Yes, if all could choose again, how good it would be, then I would rather be shot dead by an arrow, then there would be no shame and no regrets…” “Are you also being chased by fearsome hunters?” “It is very scary, but the scariest thing is not the sharp arrow, but the cold heart… Stop talking about it, or talk about your business!”
"Why go so fast?" He asked suspiciously. “I have no money on me! What I just gave him was a handkerchief, my magic is sketchy, it will show up in no time.” "What? If you don't have money, say it soon, I can make it out." "So what's the difference?" “My magic is higher than yours.” He kindly reminded the girl who was looking at him with a scornful expression. “The main difference is the imagination, and the duration is long or short.” They did not expect that Palomas Blancas' embroidered silk scarf would still be worth ten sugar candies. After returning home, the owner was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He didn't know what to do but shook his head and said with a serious face, "You hold out your hand, and I'll show you what real magic is." Palomas Blancas stretched out her hands, only to see a few gold coins flying into her palm with lightning speed, at least ten thousand gold coins. “I thought, how talented you are, it turns out to be a thief.” "Thief? T
She hastily wiped away the tears that blocked her vision, looking to the source of the sound. Is it him, or is it really him? "Didn't you say that if you cared about my business, you'd be a pig?" She tried to speak from her mouth that couldn't be closed, but still not willing to be weak, she had to demand justice. He smiled, a relaxed smile, as beautiful as the sun: "I am a pig and the stupidest of all pigs." “Also the pig with the smallest liver.” "Yes, I am the rat with the smallest liver in the rat, are you satisfied?" "Hehe!" Before she could dry the tears on her face, she began to laugh hi hi ha ha non-stop. "Where are we going now?" “Didn't you scream until you were hungry just now? I take you out to eat.” "Okay." At the mention of delicious food, the scent wafted around her nose, saliva was about to come out. When she was completely immersed in a dream full of delicious food, he suddenly stopped walking, she bumped into his sturdy back. "What is going on?" She
Heaven, the castle of the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos. The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos put a piece on the chessboard, looking at the Fire God León de Fuego, he still showed no sign of making any move, the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos curiously asked: "How are you? What you're thinking?" "Nothing." "It's your turn." "Huh? Is it my turn now?" When he and Palomas Blancas played chess, he developed a bad habit: every time he was reminded, he knew it was his turn to go. “Looks like that fox youkai has stolen your soul.” The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos stroked his beard, mocking. "Do you know what form she portrayed Satiro, if he wasn't for your respect, he would have come to the human world to knock her back to her true form?" "Is he that angry?" “To his temple cursing at him, who can bear this? Do you think everyone is as tolerant as you are, she said that you are a wolf like to stab a bag of rice, poke a bag of rice, and you can still endure it. León de Fuego, the God of
Belleza? Belleza!” The king of the frightened youkai, said to the picture of the beast in the background: "Is it him?" "Do you know who he is?" “Have you heard of the Fire God León de Fuego of the heavens?” The Dark Demon replied: "Of course, I have heard of him, his magic is extremely high, although he ranks fifth among the gods in the heavens, but is most trusted by the Lord of the Gods." "His name is Belleza Eterna." "Could it really be him?" The King of Youkai smiled strangely. "If it's him, it's easy to deal with… The Dark Devil, you call Palomas Blancas and Rosa Roja here." "Yes." After the Shadow had gone, the Youkai King knelt before the painting. He still hadn't forgotten this name, hadn't forgotten that feud. The king of the demon world that year was also his father, before he died, he held his hand and said two words non-stop: "Belleza Eterna!" When he was alive, his father often mentioned his name, saying that he was a god who never hid but also did not