Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

Ding!

The knife, frozen in the air, slammed heavily to the ground.

despair!

The coin held in my hand was gently imprinted in the snow.

boom!

The old body suddenly fell to the ground with a heavy thud!

"Quick! Deliver the Butterfly House! Deliver the Butterfly House quickly!"

Mr. Tokitoh suppressed his grief and roared out orders.

But his own body could not move and was extremely stiff.

The quiet snowy day was completely disrupted by the hot tears!

Wowaaaaaaahhhh!!!

Tokiwa Narusawako, who was left inside the house, suddenly burst into tears.

I don’t know if it’s because the wind and snow chilled my body.

The dead child flapped its wings weakly and fell silently on Ubuyashiki's mansion.

It came to the hallway and told the information in a hoarse voice.

Yaoya's face was originally very calm and peaceful, but as he listened, it gradually broke!

His expression finally turned into nothing!

Ubuyashiki Yoya just froze in the snow.

After the dead kid finished telling everything, he shut his mouth tightly and stood quietly aside.

Ubuyashiki Kazuya's face instantly lost all color.

The body, which was still barely strong, suddenly became hunched over!

"Yao Zai! Yao Zai!" Ubuyashiki Tenon was the first to come to her senses. She took hurried steps and ran out of the house, wanting to reach out to support the staggering and weak figure.

Cough!

Cough!

A violent cough suddenly exploded!

Ubuyashiki suddenly came to his senses and gave an extremely bitter smile.

"What did you say?"

"You said it's not him"

Boom-!

Suddenly, my heart was in turmoil.

"Well!"

Ubuyashiki Yoya groaned and suddenly his eyes widened.

Then, amidst everyone's horrified expressions, he fell heavily to the ground, with snow flying everywhere.

puff!

With grief filling his heart, a mouthful of dark red blood splashed out, staining the pure white, which was extremely dazzling when viewed from a distance!

"Yao Zai!"

"Hurry! Hurry up and deliver the Butterfly House! Hurry up and deliver the Butterfly House!!" Tianyin's anxious voice echoed in the air.

Hinai and Rika hurried out, tears streaming down their eyes, calling out to the nearby guards.

Little Huiliya stared with his eyes wide open, not knowing what was going on.

He has no concept of death.

call--!

call--!

call--!

Ubuyashiki Yoya kept panting in the snow and shook his head slightly.

No! No! No!

He continued to deny it in his mind, and his vision became increasingly blurry.

Gradually, gradually, everything is disappearing.

What remains at the end is only the coldness of the melting snow on my cheeks and the unspeakable sadness and fear in my heart!!!

Ubuyashiki Yoya tried hard to recall the scene he had predicted in his dream!

They are all laughing! Obviously everyone is laughing!

They are all alive! Obviously everyone is alive!

He murmured, questioned, and prayed.

Until the last moment, darkness swallowed up his remaining consciousness.

The candle flame is slightly hot, and the light is dim.

When he opened his eyes again, Ubuyashiki Yoya could no longer see the scene in front of him clearly.

The curse is even worse.

At this moment, he was only aware of the sounds of several breaths surrounding him.

One of them is very majestic, which is the rock pillar of Singing Island.

"is that true?"

Ubuyashiki Yoya whispered hoarsely, still not believing what he had just heard.

Maybe it was just a nightmare.

"Amitabha," the tearful monk remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed and whispered softly, "My lord, please take care of yourself."

The answer is subtle, yet sharp!

Cough!

Cough!

Ubuyashiki Yoya coughed violently, and it was not until Ubuyashiki Amane helped him up that he slowly released his blocked breath.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tokito, as well as Kanae and Shinobu, are they all okay?"

"On the surface, it seems nothing serious," Beimingyu said hoarsely, "but my lord, everyone feels the same."

Tears fell along the lifeless eyes and spread out!

"Yes, everyone feels the same. Someone else has left." Ubuyashiki Kazuya whispered in a trembling voice and clenched his fists tightly.

"Beimingyu, pass the order down!"

Ubuyashiki Kayouya gritted his teeth, stood up regardless, staggered, leaned against the wall, and murmured in a deep voice,

"Shi Ming Ming Fei, 14 years old!"

"I met Upper Moon Two in the Sea of ​​Clouds Forest three days ago."

"Not afraid! Not fleeing! Not surrendering!"

The weak voice became louder and louder.

"Finally, as a young man, I defeated the evil ghost that had been there for a hundred years!" He grabbed his sleeves tightly, his hands trembling.

"Brother Beimingyu!"

"Let everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps know about this!"

"Our children! Our loved ones! Our swordsmen! Our comrades!"

"He tried his best! He fought to the end! He protected the existence that he was willing to protect with his life!"

"That man is the pillar of our Demon Slayer Corps! The one and only pillar!"

"Dragon Pillar Shi Ming Tou Fei! He is the pride of all of us!!!"

Yoya uttered the last words while trembling.

The pitch-black crows, under the guidance of the king, spread out in the sky above the Demon Slayer Corps and rushed to various places in the wind and snow!

Hoarse cries and heroic news flooded into the snow-covered areas.

At the foot of Xiawu Mountain, there is a small wooden house with curling smoke.

The light and fine grinding sound echoed in the room.

"Okay!" Zhengu nodded, holding up a shiny wooden bowl, full of energy.

"It took me four months, twenty-seven days and one morning to finish my work. I failed sixty-seven times and had to start over thirty-two times!"

"The wooden bowl made by Makomo, Satsuma, and Giyuu has finally been completed at this moment!"

"Ming Feita," Yiyong stared at the wooden bowl on the table with a blank expression, "Will you like this birthday present?"

He looked up at the two people beside him and said seriously, "After all, normal people probably wouldn't give something like a bowl as a gift, right?"

"Yiyong, don't say that." Xuantu hugged his shoulders helplessly, "It doesn't matter what the gift is, what matters is our thoughts."

"In order to prepare this gift, we spent all our time slaying demons thinking about how to make it perfect."

"Ah! Damn it!" Xuantu suddenly rubbed his head.

"Now that I think about it, I wasted a lot of time slaying ghosts in order to prepare this gift for Mingfei."

"What should I do if I become a pillar later than Ming Fei because of this?"

"Mingfei will like it," Zhen Gu nodded very seriously, his emerald green eyes full of affirmation.

"That's right," Xuantu smiled softly, thinking about the boy's reaction in the past few years, "After all, that guy will be very happy no matter what gifts others give him."

19 a day, check in.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 162 Everyone (Part )

"No, Mingfei will definitely like this gift." Zhengu shook his head and reiterated, whispering softly,

"Because this represents the memories of our first meeting and the experiences we had together afterwards."

The quiet Makomo, the gentle Santu, the expressionless Giyu, the arrogant Shinobu, and the reliable Mingfei.

It was shrouded in clouds and mist from morning till night.

There was a huge hole covered by dry grass on the ground. Many times, someone would fall into it and watch others run away with a smile.

"Thanks, Yiyong, thanks to you for exploring the way today."

Yiyong stared at the wooden bowl and curled his lips. He still remembered the malice in Mingfei's eyes when he said this.

Wooden arrows hidden in the bushes more or less hit someone's shoulder.

"Oh my, oh my, I didn't expect that after practicing so many times, the rabbit would actually fall for such a simple trap. Be patient, I need to apply medicine."

Xuantu tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and smiled kindly. Come to think of it, Mingfei had taken care of him quite a few times.

The huge wooden stake that fell from the sky, although not sharpened, should not be underestimated!

Zhengu blinked and remembered that day long, long ago.

Because she bruised her ankle while dodging a wooden stake, it seemed that Ming Fei carried her back.

The rush between the foot of the mountain and the top of the mountain brings exclamations, sweat, the joy of being one step ahead, and the loneliness of falling behind by a hair’s breadth.

They always smile and wait quietly at the finish line for the last person, and finally, under his or her frustrated look, deliberately reach the finish line first.

In the slightly cold air, the small wooden bowl in front of me is wrapped without any flaws, and is gently wrapped by glazes of emerald green, warm yellow, cold blue and deep purple.