Sword Sect Little Demon Child, Three and a Half Years Old and Extremely Fierce

midnight.

Tianjian Sect.

Inside the Fupin Residence.

I was sleeping soundly.

In my dream, I was attending a feast at the Food God Sect.

The table was laden with dishes.

Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, soy sauce chicken, cured pork, preserved pork belly, dried meat sausage...

There was also a large bowl of steaming hot noodles with minced meat sauce.

Michelin stood to the side, wearing an apron, and asked earnestly, "Guest, how's the food?"

I picked up a noodle, about to put it in my mouth...

Suddenly I felt a dark shadow next to the bed.

That feeling is hard to describe.

Even though your eyes are closed, you still know someone is watching you.

Then your skin will feel tight and the back of your head will feel cold.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

really!

A dark figure sat down beside my bed!

It was a dark mass, its face obscured, only two eyes gleaming eerily in the darkness.

Like two will-o'-the-wisps!

The three-and-a-half-year-old's heart nearly jumped out of his throat at that moment.

This startled me so much that I jumped out of bed, my back slammed against the wall, and I rolled the blanket into a ball and hugged it to my chest.

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind:

An assassin broke in, the grand formation malfunctioned, why aren't my senior brothers reacting? Am I going to die here? I still have half a bag of candy left... No way.

I was about to shout.

The shadowy figure spoke.

"Don't call out. It's me."

His voice was deep, carrying a sense of grievance that seemed to say, "I've come all this way to see you, and you still want to have someone beat me up?"

I rubbed my eyes.

The shadowy figure's face gradually became clear in the moonlight.

Handsome, but stupid.

Familiar, but I don't want to acknowledge it.

I remained silent for three breaths.

I accepted the fact that the person sitting next to my bed in the middle of the night was not an assassin.

That's my dad.

This fact is even more heart-pounding than an assassin, but for a different reason.

The assassin was out of fear, and the father was out of speechlessness.

"……father?"

"Um."

"How did you get in?"

"It flew up from the main gate."

"Didn't the sect's grand formation stop you?"

"no."

Why not?

Fu Xiao thought for a moment, his expression suggesting he was pondering a profound question.

This was probably one of the few times he had ever thought deeply about something, second only to what color underwear to buy.

Then he came to a conclusion:

"Perhaps... I carry your and your brother's scent?"

"And there's the aura of a sacred beast. The sect's grand formation recognizes people; does it stop them just because it smells someone familiar?"

"Yes! That's exactly it. Just like your dog, it won't bite you if it smells you."

I thought about it.

This explanation, though outrageous, seems to make a tiny bit of sense.

After all, the great formation is alive, not dead.

It recognizes breath, not people.

My brother has been with the Heavenly Sword Sect for fifty years, and his aura has long been etched into the formation.

I stayed at the Heavenly Sword Sect for more than half a year, and I left my aura there.

In addition, the little flame mastiff is a descendant of his family's sacred beast and has an aura of prosperity and good fortune.

The Great Array may have already marked this family as "one of their own".

"Wait, where's the little Flame Mastiff?" I asked again. "Didn't it bark?"

Fu Xiao: "No. It's very happy."

"What's there to be happy about?"

"Laifu came along. The mother and son were chatting outside the mountain gate and didn't have time to pay attention to me."

"..."

Okay, now that they've seen their own mother, they really don't have time to pay attention to my father.

I understand, I understand completely.

I wouldn't have time either.

"What about your senior brothers and elders? Didn't they find you?"

"I took a concealment pill. I didn't leak any demonic energy. Unless they see me with their own eyes, they won't be able to detect it." He paused, a hint of smugness in his tone, "Your father still has some skills."

Ok.

I changed the subject: "Dad, why did you run out? Didn't you say the Demon Realm can't be without a ruler for a day, just like a toilet can't be without toilet paper for a day?"

Fu Xiao choked for a moment.

"That's Dad's...exaggeration."

"Oh, so the demon realm doesn't need paper?"

"There's paper. Lots of paper. Your brother bought it."

"Oh, so what are you doing here?"

"I'm worried. Yingqi told me. You were almost arrested." His voice deepened. "I'm afraid you'll be afraid."

I shook my head: "I wasn't afraid. The sect's formation sent him flying. He was way far away."

Fu Xiao paused for a moment.

Then he pulled something out of his sleeve.

糖。

All kinds of sugar.

Spirit fruit candy, milk candy, honey candy, and a few dark, black candies, a specialty of the demon realm.

He put the candy on the bed, piling it up in a small heap.

"Your brother asked me to bring these. He said you asked for candy last time, so I should buy more. I went to three shops to buy them all, and one of them was sold out."

I looked at the pile of candy, reached out and picked up a black demon candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into my mouth.

sweet.

It has a slightly bitter caramel flavor.

Like the moon in the demon realm, though it is red, it is bright enough to light the way home.

"father."

"Um?"

"When are you leaving?"

He paused for a moment.

The moonlight shone on his face, and his expression was exactly the same as the day I left the Demon Realm after my last tribulation.

I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

Then he said, "I'll leave once you're asleep."

I nodded: "But I'm awake now."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I'll leave later."

I moved further into the bed, giving him half of it.

"Then lull me to sleep. Don't squat like that, you look like a big toad."

Fu Xiao was stunned for a moment.

Then he climbed up.

The movements were very light, as if afraid of collapsing the stone bed.

A dignified demon lord, thousands of years old, climbing into someone's bed like a thief.

He lay down next to me, one arm around me, the other hand reaching into his sleeve to pull something out.

A storybook.

The Overbearing Demon Lord's Forced Love.

When I saw the cover, I was silent for a moment.

But I didn't tell him that I had already read that book.

The female lead cursed the demon lord particularly harshly, and I learned several of her techniques to use later.

"You can read books now?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes." Fu Xiao's tone carried a hint of pride. "You can read now. You don't need anyone to read to you anymore. You can read by yourself."

"Is it pretty?"

"It's beautiful. A million times more beautiful than the document."

I thought about it, and I guess the document really is boring.

Fu Xiao opened the storybook, turned to the folded corner, and cleared his throat.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was very gentle.

He was as gentle as when he told me, "Your mother has spirit rice to eat every day," on the day I first left the Demon Realm.

"Long, long ago, there was a demon king. He ruled a dark kingdom, lonely and powerful, until one day, he met a woman..."

I'm starting to feel sleepy.

It's not because he reads it badly.

It's because he read it so well.

His voice was deep and magnetic, and he spoke at a very unhurried pace.

Like when we were little in the Demon Realm, he would carry me around the main hall, humming some off-key songs as he walked.

At that time, I didn't know he was the Demon Lord; I only knew he was my father.

A dad who would lift me up high, poke my face with his beard, and make me porridge.

I close my eyes.

"...His eyes are like stars, his sword is like moonlight, his embrace is like..." Fu Xiao paused after reading this, probably feeling it was too cheesy.

"Like what?" I asked, still half asleep.

"Like..." he thought for a moment, "like the braised pork your senior brother makes."

"What kind of metaphor is that? The Demon Lord would cry if he heard it, wouldn't he? All the aloof persona I worked so hard to build has been shattered by your metaphor."

"Braised pork is good. Braised pork is substantial," Fu Xiao said confidently. "It's better than those fancy adjectives."

I didn't argue.

Because he's right!

Braised pork belly is really good!

"...The Demon Lord stood on the city wall, the wind blowing through his black hair. He said..."

I fell asleep.

She really fell asleep.