Start with Dragon Maid and start dueling!

Wanlong Dianling, who is not yet an adult, has acquired the charm of an adult while still retaining the cuteness that only belongs to a girl.

The balance formed by the mixture of maturity and childishness is a godsend for girls of this age.

The cold, beautiful, cute and quiet girl just stared at her own reflection, and then...

"rua——"

He blinked his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and made a face, completely destroying his previous image.

At this moment, her expression did not bring any fear to others, but was rather funny.

"Meijia, open the window to let in some fresh air!" At this moment a woman's voice came from inside the house.

"Okay, Mom!"

The girl's voice was close at hand, and the closed curtains were pulled open with a "swish".

Then she saw Ling making a strange expression.

"Goodbye, Mom..." The pale girl muttered vaguely, and a white soul emerged from her mouth and floated away into the distant future.

A big tree and a balloon.

A little kid wearing a yellow helmet.

The result is self-evident. Looking at the balloons hanging on the tree, she burst into tears as if by a chemical reaction.

"Wow wow wow~"

Ling passed by silently and ignored it.

"Wow wow wow~"

Ling backed away and came back.

Putting down her lunch box and school bag, she raised her hands to block the sunlight and looked at the height of the tree.

"Um……"

The tree was about three stories high, with a straight trunk and almost no room for climbing.

If you want to retrieve a balloon hanging on a tree branch, it will probably take a while without the help of tools.

"Oune-chan...?"

Seeing someone being called by the crying, the little girl wiped her tears, looked at Ling's back and stopped crying.

"Wait a moment, I'll get it for you right away."

Ling looked at the location of the balloon and narrowed her eyes slightly...

"Hey, sob——" Ling, with leaves all over her body, pulled the string of the balloon in her hand and slid down from the tree.

"Wow, that's awesome! Sister is so awesome!" Seeing the balloon being rescued, the little girl cheered happily and ran over quickly.

"It's getting dark, it's better to go back early." Ling handed her the balloon with a smile.

"Thank you, Oune...chan...?" The little girl was suddenly stunned.

She was supposed to be a kind and amiable sister, but what she saw was an extremely scary look.

The smile gradually turned sour in the girl's eyes.

The darkness eroded the friendliness, turning it into a cold, cruel, ferocious and twisted smile!

The girl's mouth opened into a grin, revealing jagged fangs.

Like the eyes of an evil dragon, projecting endless malice towards the young mind!

Her crazy expression seemed to tear all life to pieces and devour it completely!

"Ah...ah..."

"No! Don't eat me!" the little girl shouted in horror.

“Oh no…! I won’t eat you!” Ling reacted and immediately covered her face with her arms.

But these words could not erase the lingering childhood shadow of the little girl who had already run away crying.

“——Wow wow wow.”

"Ah... screwed..." She stared at the balloon in her hand like a petrified person, until the balloon was released unconsciously and floated up into the endless sky.

This was the worst day of the year for the girl.

"Let's go back. I should have gotten used to it by now." Ling took off all the leaves on her body and started on her way home with a depressed look on her face.

woo-

A huge shadow suddenly passed over her, bringing with it a strong gust of wind pressure!

Ling pressed down her hair that was flying in the wind, raised her head suddenly, and found an eagle spreading its wings and flying in the sky, flying to the distance.

"eagle?"

2 Encounter, a strange visitor in an abandoned mansion

I, Wanlong Dianling, just celebrated my 14th birthday party alone last month.

Kirisame Hyakuka Girls' Academy Junior High School, active female middle school student, returning home.

My home is in the suburbs a little far from town, and I have to commute back and forth every day during school.

Oh, and of course there is one very important point—I still live alone.

The muddy path, like a boundary, separates the bustling town from the quiet suburbs. They are like two different worlds.

"Today I chose a road I'm not familiar with, but there are so many things going on."

"Ah~~"

The girl's waist was hunched, and she looked more tired than usual when she returned home.

Seeing that there was no one around, she didn't have to keep a cold look.

Ling took a deep breath, and the veil of disguise she had shown in front of others was gradually peeling off, revealing her true appearance.

"By the way... where did the Mohawk come from?"

"Pfft, hahaha!"

Thinking of their funny looks, Ling couldn't help but squat down and laugh.

The original icy expression had long since collapsed, leaving only a cute smiling face with tears in its eyes and even blushing cheeks.

She doesn't want to show too many expressions in front of others, and only when she is alone will she completely indulge herself.

Too much emotion can lead to misunderstandings from others, just like the little girl who lost her balloon.

Ling's casual "warm" smile may look scary to others.

No matter how friendly an expression is, once it is seen by others, its meaning changes.

Therefore, she simply kept her face expressionless and pretended to be indifferent and speechless.

This is the "curse" that Ling was born with.

From the moment she could remember, she felt that she was completely different from other people.

It was as if a terrible monster was attached to her body, emitting terrifying pressure at all times.

It's like a superior predator that is completely unable to communicate in a friendly manner with others (prey).

Every time she tried to make friends with others, she ended up failing.

They were either scared away or swore allegiance and wanted to become Ling's servants. They couldn't get along normally at all.

Fortunately, she was born in an information age. The environment that can completely destroy a person and distort his or her temperament did not prevent her from growing up "healthily".

Some not-so-"healthy" things have quietly filled the void in the girl's heart.

"Ara Messiah, a new level should be updated today. I wonder how strong the boss at the end of the level is."

Thinking of this, she quickened her pace and rushed home.

It is called a home, but in fact it is Ling's only residence, it's just too big.

A huge three-story Western-style building is located in the wilderness.

The kind of basically undeveloped suburbs where there are haunted places where wild animals roam.

Ling vaguely remembered that when she was seven years old, her parents passed away in an accident, leaving her this remote Western-style house.

Ling has miraculously survived from childhood to the present on her own.

She tried to hire a domestic worker to help her.

But those who came were either scared away after the first meeting, or resigned after barely making it through a day.

There are even people who have disappeared without a trace.

Later she found out that the missing guy was actually a brutal wanted criminal who was committing serial murders somewhere.

Over time, this Western-style building became a well-known "haunted house".

Perhaps thanks to the rumors, Ling has never seen a thief enter her home, and there are very few pedestrians nearby.

If she hadn't lived here and was already used to it, she probably wouldn't have rashly approached this gloomy place.

The huge Western European-style building, old and dilapidated, stood before our eyes in a dark mass, like a small mountain.

The gray-black paint on the wall was peeling off everywhere.

It was already covered with scars.

The garden surrounding the mansion was overgrown with weeds, and various unknown plants grew wildly, even out of the walls.

There are thorny bulbs everywhere, and their thorny branches and leaves are covered with spider webs, which trap the unfortunate prey.

The majestic western-style mansion had not been renovated for many years, and many of its windows were broken for unknown reasons. One could see the curtains inside being blown by the wind, fluttering like ghosts.

squeak-

The rusty door screamed and was pushed open by Ling.

There is a small path between the abandoned gardens, which barely leads to the gate of the mansion.

This is the result of Ling's frequent trips in recent years. She is clearing the weeds that are blocking the road.

However, if it were cleaner, she wouldn't be able to do it.

It was totally impossible for her to clean up the entire huge mansion by herself.

The rooms Ling used only accounted for about 5% of the total area, and she had never even been to many other places.

Either there is no key or it is at a very deep place.

If you run around randomly, you are very likely to get lost.

She admired herself for how she had managed to survive in a place like this a few years ago.

At the gate and the entrance to the garden, there is a stone tablet with words on it.

On the stone tablet that has been beaten by wind, rain and frost, the three words "Wanlong Hall" are vaguely engraved.

These strange words undoubtedly add a touch of mysterious majesty to this western-style building.

This is also the origin of Ling’s surname. In the entire village, except for the new people who moved here, everyone knows the name of this “haunted house” Wanlong Palace.

Ling took out the slightly heavy and ancient-looking brass key from her schoolbag.

She thought there was no need to use a key, as she could get in through the broken windows by just turning over, and the door lock was almost the same as not having one.

But what needs to be done still needs to be done.

This was part of the normal life she longed for.

喀哒

As the key turned, Ling pushed open the door, carrying tonight's dinner and a school bag that represented her JC identity.

Before that, even if no one was around, as if she were talking to a mansion, she still had to say: