My beast is not an evil god.

Chapter 32 Night King (Seeking follow-up reading recommendation)

"Who is speaking?"

The little boy blurted out, but before he could react, he was suddenly bounced away by a force and his body rolled on the ground, just in time to avoid the sandstone snake's tail.

The snake's tail swept across the ground, leaving a shallow mark.

Seeing this, the two followers breathed a sigh of relief and continued to persuade:

"Boss, forget it, that's enough of a lesson, let's find something else to have fun!"

However, the boy with the shaggy hair had red eyes. He felt greatly insulted that his proud pet could not defeat this poor fellow, and roared:
"Sandstone Snake, use the stone spike. I don't believe he is so lucky every time!"

"Fizz!"

The sandstone snake gathered earth elements and transformed them into two fist-sized sharp stone spikes, which it threw out, but were once again "accidentally" avoided.

"This is……"

The thin little boy also felt something was wrong, as if there was an invisible force pushing him to dodge the attack. He seemed to have thought of something and said in surprise:
"Is it His Majesty the God?"

Yet the sound just repeats:
"Want to understand the meaning of life?"

“Your Majesty, I should say I want to, but I don’t quite understand the meaning of life. Things will change, but my mother taught me that if I have the ability, I should walk more paths, help more people, and protect the weak. The most important thing is to let my family live a good life. This may be the meaning of my life…”

The little boy was holding the wind spirit cat, and was constantly pulled by a mysterious force to avoid attacks, which was quite a comedic effect. After thinking for a moment, he gave a simple and sincere answer.

The mysterious voice did not sound again, as if it left in disappointment because it did not get a satisfactory answer.

"Fizz!"

And because of its anger, the sandstone snake forced the little boy into the corner of the alley, spitting out a large amount of yellow sand and gravel that swept away, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

"It seems that I am such a bad person that even the gods can't stand it."

The little boy smiled bitterly and looked at the oncoming stone spike. He had nowhere to retreat, but he did not regret his answer, nor did he want to hand over the Wind Spirit Cat.

He wants to protect others!
Just as he closed his eyes and prepared to face his fate of being seriously injured, the voice sounded again:
"as you wish!"

In the sky, crows flew by, dropping a large number of invisible puppet strings, which silently pierced into the little boy's limbs and bound him tightly, just like a puppeteer picking up his marionette, ready to start a grand performance.

This time the performance venue,

It’s the human world!
Bang bang bang!
Sharp gravel penetrated the wall, and dust exploded instantly, blurring the vision.

"Ruined!"

The two followers closed their eyes and trembled, afraid of seeing a bloody person.

"Now you know what happens if you offend me!"

The boy with messy hair laughed out loud, totally failing to realize the seriousness of the situation.

However, just as he was about to turn around, a thin figure was reflected in his pupils with indifferent eyes, and the originally thin fist kept getting bigger in his field of vision!

boom!
The little boy used a friendly punch to the face, directly knocking the boy with messy hair away. The boy slid on the ground and fainted.

"Fizz!"

The sandstone snake nearby became angry upon seeing this, and spit out sand and whistled towards the other party, but the little boy rolled over to avoid the attack, and when he stood up, he had a thin bamboo in his hand, which was the children's favorite "stick" weapon.

"Mahakala's Sword Dance II - Waning Moon and Falling Shadow!"

Under the manipulation of the mastermind behind the scenes, the little boy turned into a swordsmanship master. He was agile and used a stick instead of a sword. A blurry black reflection of a waning moon appeared behind him, as if to devour everything. The sword intent of Mahakala contained in it spread, causing the sandstone snake to sink into eternal darkness.

The little boy suddenly raised the stick in his hand and hit the sandstone snake's lower jaw as it was about to spit out sand. The snake swallowed the sand back in pain and almost choked to death.

Then the attack did not end. The long stick fell into the sky like a waning moon, sinking the earth. It suddenly chopped down with a whistling sound, hitting the snake's seven-inch position, shattering the snake's scales and making the flesh and blood blurry.

"hiss--"

The sandstone snake was hit in a weak spot, its eyes widened, and its body fell stiffly, lying together with its keeper.

This scene happened in a flash and was witnessed by two followers who had just opened their eyes.

This guy in front of me actually defeated the powerful pet with his mortal body?
How can this be! ?
How can weak humans defeat extraordinary creatures!
However, they pinched their own skin and found that the scene before them was not a dream. They thought of how they had bullied this kid before, and their legs trembled, fearing that they would also be retaliated against.

"Ahhhhh, help me..."

The two were so scared that they ran out of the alley, tumbling and crawling. As for the "boss" who was still lying unconscious on the ground, they simply abandoned him!
The little boy watched this scene quietly, like a swordsman in a stage play, aloof and arrogant. However, as the invisible threads on his body dissipated, the drama came to an end.

The puppet strings are retracted,
The hero will also return to life.

His limbs suddenly became sore from overexerting themselves, and the pain in his muscles caused him to stumble and half-kneel on the ground. He looked at the weak Wind Spirit Cat in his arms. Although he was on the verge of exhaustion, he still had a bright smile on his face:
"Thanks to the help of God, we are all safe!"

"Meow! (`)"

The wind spirit cat stretched out its thorny tongue and gently licked the little boy's dirty face, expressing its closeness and gratitude, which made the little boy couldn't help laughing:

"Haha, stop licking, it's itchy..."

The Mist Crow controlled by Lu Yu looked at this scene, turned around and prepared to leave, but the voice of a little boy sounded behind him:
"Are you the incarnation of God?" The Mist Crow stopped and turned to look. He found the little boy standing there timidly, looking firmly at the black crow. He scratched his head and said shyly:

"Your Majesty the God appeared after you fell. I had some guesses before, but now I am really sure. Thank you very much for your help. If you get hurt, mom will have to work hard to make money. I don't want her to be tired anymore. Thank you very much!"

Then the little boy bowed his head in thanks and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Night King. I will definitely repay you in the future!"

When the little boy was being manipulated by the puppet to perform Mahakala's swordsmanship just now, he also sensed a hint of the sword intent in it.

It was like seeing the god of night that was eternally silent but encompassing everything.

The master of the great dark sky!
He is the king of the dark night!

thump!
When Misty Crow heard this second-year nickname, he staggered and almost fell. He flapped his wings and flew away, disappearing into the sky in an instant.

"The Night King..."

The little boy recited it repeatedly with a serious look, as if he wanted to engrave this name firmly in his mind. Then he squatted down and said to the three-legged wind spirit cat:
"My name is Ling Xiaodong. I have a mother who loves me. Although my family is not well off, I would like to ask you to become part of my family as well."

"Meow!"

The wind spirit cat stretched out its little paw and covered Ling Xiaodong's hand without hesitation.

"Haha, let's just call it your Kung Fu, after all, it's just mediocre Kung Fu!"

"Meow?" The cat asked in confusion.

The man and the cat left the alley together...

The fog crow in the sky dispersed the water mist that concealed its body and flew back to Lu Yu's room, disintegrating into countless transparent silk threads, which were taken back by the little spider.

"This cat is beyond my expectation..."

Lu Yu looked at the little boy's back as he left, thinking deeply. When he was experimenting with manipulating the puppet just now, he wanted to use spider silk to block the stone cone's attack. As a result, the three-legged cat's eyes lit up, causing Ling Xiaodong's speed to soar, allowing him to perfectly avoid the attack.

Then the following scene happened.

"It seems that this cat did not lose its leg due to an injury, but was born with it. In other words, it is a special individual."

Among the extraordinary groups, due to the gathering and collision of a large number of spiritualities, there will always be some mutated individuals, similar to genetic mutations in reality, but these are born under extraordinary power and are commonly known as special species.

The directions of mutation can be good or bad, some are changes in color, some are changes in body, and some are changes in racial skills.

The Wind Spirit Cat's racial skill, Wind Rush, should allow the cat to go with the wind and speed up itself. It is a mid-level skill.

However, this three-legged cat can cast a light body buff on others, reducing Ling Xiaodong's body weight by half, thereby gaining unparalleled agility. Such an effect is at least a high-level skill.

Compared with its peers, this mediocre person is like a low-level assassin who has transformed into a noble mage.

The future potential is endless!
"Hold dreams and protect the weak, don't let them be trapped in thorns."

Lu Yu smiled slightly. He was not a saint, but he also admired people with ideals.

If you want to help, then just do it. This is his attitude towards life. He also doesn't want to cause trouble when meeting someone.

However, this title of Night King, although a bit childish, is still quite interesting.

Especially the word "night", which in the Chinese language of the previous life looked very much like an eye.

And he possesses the eye of truth of all things.

"This kid seems to have comprehended a bit of Mahakala's sword intention. Although it is just a seed, it is equivalent to obtaining the inheritance of the Sister of Heaven. He has infinite possibilities. I wonder if he will be forgotten by the crowd, or become a legend in the future..."

It really gives me the sense of being the mastermind controlling other people's fate.

"I've been watching the show for so long, I'm a little hungry!"

Lu Yu stretched and prepared to go downstairs to have a meal, when he suddenly remembered that he still owed the student union president a meal, so they could settle it together.

It's worth saving a little bit.

So I took out my phone and found the chat contact.

[Twilight Crow: President, would you like to have breakfast together? ]

The reply came quickly.

【President: OK】

Lu Yu also prepared to wash up. Girls tend to take longer to wash up, and they live a little far away, so it should take 20 to 30 minutes. Fortunately, the steamed dumpling shop downstairs is open until 10 o'clock, and all the dumplings are freshly made, so the taste is not affected.

However, less than ten seconds later, the message came again.

[President: I am downstairs at your house]

Lu Yu: ???
Thanks to Shanna Mang, Hao Zhanping, book friend 20201118215519557, and -- sad~~~ for the 100 starting coins reward

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