Demon King Dad

Liluo was surprised, suddenly remembered, and shouted: "You...it's you! When you just pulled the bread wings..."

Ke Luohehe smiled and said: "There is no evidence, don't frame a good person~~~ lovely classmate Nolius."

Without mentioning the confrontation that started again in the background, all this happening on the stage is already invisible. Bread's voice was completely hoarse, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any more noise. She opened her mouth anxiously, sticking out her tongue, her face flushed and she wanted to make a sound. But no matter how hard she tried, how she tried her best, she could no longer sing a syllable, could no longer hum any tone...

Finally, a staff member wearing a peaked cap rushed onto the stage. He grabbed the two small wings that hadn't melted completely, and plucked all the feathers on their surfaces. On the back, there are only six bare brackets still standing there, under the spotlight, showing their horror...

"Ka... Card..."

Bun looked at the idiot, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. Her tears began to condense again, and she kept pointing to her mouth. The idiot pulled off his hat and glasses, nodded lightly, and hugged her tightly...

The lights came on, and the staff came up non-stop to check the material of the spotlight and feathers to see if the spotlight was too hot to cause melting and burning. But none of these can stop the evaluation of this concert. The judges in the audience looked at the small bread with six bare skeletons on their backs, and then at the walnuts and apricots beside them, silent.

"Aunt, even so, can you still get full marks?"

Walnut tilted her head and looked at the sincere-looking Apricot beside her. The little princess, who had a somewhat staid personality like her father, shook her head firmly, and then drew a cross on the evaluation sheet in her hand and placed it aside.

In this situation, Walnut also knew that no matter how much she shielded herself, she would not be able to pass this level. The voice of Little Bread had completely smashed her dream of another Holy Eve sacrifice, with endless grievances. She finally rubbed up the full score evaluation form in her hand and threw it into the wastebasket.

"It shouldn't be a matter of material. The specific reason may need to be investigated. However, it may be that the force of the guiding stone contained in the wings is too high."

"Well, let's try again, 2 is on stage. Then get all emergency personnel ready. Next one."

The re-examination continued, but Little Bread silently walked off the stage accompanied by an idiot.

This time, she did not cry, but her face showed inexplicable loneliness and disappointment. She was covering her face, still smacking her lips. After that, the idiot didn't take her back to the backstage at all, but went straight to the gate of the auditorium and walked out.

Outside, it was already a starry night.

The stars in the sky cover the entire sky, and countless stars shine, accompany the bright moon, and illuminate the way home for the idiot and the bread.

"That... idiot!"

At some point, Walnut suddenly ran out of the auditorium. She had obviously been following it for a while, and she didn't shout out until she was about to approach the grove.

The idiot stopped and looked back. Bun covered his mouth and looked at the walnuts.

"You... will you come to the Holy Eve Festival?"

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"I know! I know I want you to come again... It's really cruel... It's cruel to listen to that chant performance... It's really cruel...but...but...! But..."

Walnut's voice trembled, and she pinched her skirt, not knowing what tone to use to express her feelings clearly.

The idiot looked at Walnut and turned his head away again. After a moment of silence, she responded with only one sentence--

"Maybe. Maybe, not."

After that, he walked into the grove with the little bread still wearing that long skirt, and disappeared.

Does this mean you will participate or will you not participate?

Walnut can't make up his mind. She raised her head, looked at the stars in the sky, and stood there blankly, not knowing what to do...

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The time for the Holy Eve Festival is getting closer.

In the last month, time seemed to be flying by.

The candidates for the chant singing class have basically been arranged, and Ko Luo has become a well-deserved lead singer, leading the other hundred children to sing in front of the Buck King. Liluo resolutely left the singing team because of dissatisfaction with Ke Luo's despicableness and shame. It was also because of Ke Luo's frame of bread first, she did not mention that she had won, but instead devoted herself to several rehearsals of the chant without distraction.

Finally... December 31, 1189, overcast.

"Ah, ah."

Bun carried a whole jar of chili sauce and climbed down from the tree house. While walking on the dry grass in the woods, she stirred in the jar with her fingers, then pulled it out, and stuffed all the red things into her mouth. Afterwards, taste the pleasure in the mouth with a smile full of enjoyment.

More than a month has passed, and the disgusting numbness in his mouth has finally disappeared. In addition to the fact that time played a little bit, she felt that the chili sauce in her hand should soothe her injured taste buds. Sure enough, spicy flavor is the world's greatest savior!

Feeling the spreading sensation in his mouth, Bun smiled happily. Then, she put her hand into the jar again, stirred it, stuffed it into her mouth, and ate it happily.

"Woo?"

At this time, she walked to the straw shed where Tolan lived. At the moment, the dead tree is still dry. Tolan is still leaning on it. And the land near him has now turned black, and even has terrible cracks.

The bun is near, watching carefully. I saw that the little flower on Tolan's hair finally withered after more than a month, and the corn kernels in his hand were now dry. It seems that he wants to use these corn kernels to feed the birds in the grove, right? But those little birds are getting farther and farther away from Tolan, some of them are only willing to stay on the trunk of the duran tree, other than that, they are not even willing to nest in this small forest.

The bun's fingers slowly stopped eating the chili sauce. She looked at Tolan, who had been motionless for more than a month, and her fingers gradually came out of her mouth. After thinking for a while, she closed the lid of the chili sauce, turned around, ran to the Dulan tree and patted the trunk.

"what happened? 》

Little Bread looked at the sleepy green-haired little head emerging from the trunk, and raised the sign.

[It’s too far, I can’t control it all day long! I'm so tired. Let me sleep for a while during the Chinese New Year. I have to party with the nearby tree spirits at night. 】

Vines and branches form words and sentences. While writing these words, the little green-haired girl slowly lowered her head, feeling a little drowsy.