Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

The three little ones were either sitting or squatting, surrounding this simple gift and blinking gently.

That's right!

Mingfei will definitely understand and will definitely like it!

Because the gift they gave this time was memory!

Seeing him, everyone can recall the youthful memories of a few people stubbornly using one less bowl, right?

Thinking about it now, they were really weird a few years ago.

You obviously eat a lot, but you insist on using one less bowl.

If their senior brothers and sisters were still here, they might laugh at them.

The three children smiled knowingly and looked forward to seeing each other again in the New Year soon.

What kind of expression will the boy have when he sees this gift?

Is it a smile full of joy? Or a reserved rolling of eyes? Or a pouting of disgust?

suddenly!

With a slight creaking sound, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly.

The wind and snow suddenly rushed in, freezing Zhen Gu, who was closer to the door, so much that he shivered violently. Then he subconsciously hugged his knees tightly and shrank even smaller.

Yiyong slowly turned his gaze, and his indifferent eyes reflected a familiar figure.

Teacher Urokodaki's steps were a little heavy, his pale hair was covered with snow, and his red Tengu mask was still so majestic.

"It's Teacher Linlong," Xuantu stood up, smiling like the warm sun.

"Welcome home, dinner is ready."

"Have a cup of hot water to warm yourself up first." Zhengu handed over the warm wooden cup obediently.

Teacher Urokodaki put the cup aside.

He pursed his lips and looked at the three little ones in front of him with a complicated expression.

Hey——!

After thinking for a long time, he sighed heavily, reached out and took off Hantengu's mask.

"Satsuki, Makomo, Giyu, the crows from the Demon Slayer Corps just sent a message."

The magnetic voice was soft, but it slowly froze the smiles of the three people.

The door of the cabin was not closed. The cold snow had no regard for No. 4's feelings and would go wherever it was warm, regardless of whether you were cold or not.

In the kitchen, the wood burning in the stove slowly faded into silent darkness.

The occasional flickering flames could no longer produce the smoke from the stove in the wind and snow.

The smoke from cooking suddenly stopped.

The carefully prepared meal was bubbling in a small iron pot whose temperature was blocked by a wooden lid.

There are a few bowls and chopsticks that have been scalded by hot water, exposed to the air, quietly waiting for people to use them.

The three little ones in the living room remained silent. They didn't faint from fear, nor did they shout. They just stood there quietly and listened to everything.

But my heart suddenly felt empty, as if a corner of it had been dug out.

My mind felt a little quiet, as if I had accidentally eaten the soup that Xiaonin had made with the brightly colored mushrooms from the mountains, which was crispy and numb.

They can't see it!

I can't see what expression he will have after receiving the gift.

What will their friends say if they can’t hear them?

The precious memories are still there, the smile he showed and the words he said will always be there and be remembered by people.

But his future is gone, it's gone suddenly.

Is this what it means to lose?

It was so simple that Urokodaki-sensei could summarize it in just a few words and a few minutes, but it was also so complicated that I didn't know what expression to make or what to say.

Want to roar?

Do not!

Giyu Tomioka clenched his knife tightly and kept his head down from beginning to end, but his breathing was very light, so light that it was scary!

Do you want to curse?

Do not!

Xuantu forced the corners of his mouth to curve, patted his shoulders repeatedly, and comforted him softly.

This gentle boy would do this anytime, anywhere.

But if Ming Fei could see his current expression, he would definitely laugh at him, "Xiantu, your expression of crying and laughing is such an ugly love."

Should I close my eyes, cover my ears, and pretend I didn’t hear anything?

Do not!

Maokomo didn't move, didn't lower her head or speak. She just stared at the gentle face of Teacher Urokodaki in front of her after he took off his mask, and cried quietly.

Teacher Urokodaki hugged the three of them gently, his arms trembling slightly.

No yelling, no cursing, no denial of what he had heard or seen.

But the whole space is filled with the sadness that is unique to water, and it is as quiet as usual.

I don’t know when the three little ones wiped away their tears!

I don’t know how long it took, but the iron pot in the kitchen was empty!

I don’t know where the sun is, I only know that the three little ones picked up the knives!

I didn’t know how heavy the snow was, I just saw them all opening the door and climbing to the top of the mountain against the cold wind!

"Giyuu! Sanu! Makomo!" Teacher Urokodaki was a little panicked.

He chased after them, shouting and waving his hands uncontrollably. In a moment of anxiety, he raised his voice and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I know you are very sad, but you must stay calm. Mingfei definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

"Climbing mountains! Practicing swordplay!"

A resounding answer came out of the three little ones' mouths, interrupting Teacher Urokodaki's worries.

When they turned around, their eyes were firm and flashing with an even burning light.

Xuantu gripped the knife handle tightly, twitching the corners of his mouth, revealing the scar on his face.

"Teacher Urokodaki, we are indeed very sad."

"But we want to keep up with him."

"Hurry up, hurry up and become a pillar!!!"

We need to defeat more and more demons and protect more and more people.

No time to grieve!

We must race against time!

Swing the knife! Swing the knife! Take Ming Fei's knife with you!

The snow and fog concealed the flying figures, and the wind and frost covered the footsteps left behind.

Teacher Urokotaki stared at the three people walking away, his lips trembling.

"Ming Fei, did you see that?"

A hoarse and kind voice floats in the air,

"No matter when, your existence may be far more important than you think!"

Several wooden bowls are quietly stacked together.

Emerald green, warm yellow, cool blue and deep purple swirl around the natural wood patterns.

The birthday gift was placed quietly aside, filled with today's delicious meal.

Slightly, slightly, a little mist was rising in the somewhat cold air.

Gudong!

The shaved uncle from Purgatory dismissed the students who were learning Breathing of Fire early today.

He sat quietly in the house, holding the hard porcelain mouth with his hand and drinking cold wine in big gulps.

The icy touch cut through the mouth and throat, and finally exploded in the chest and abdomen, causing a stimulation that was dazzling to the eyes!

Gudong!

Gudong!

Uncle Purgatory blushed as he looked at the pretty face in his hazy vision, scratched his head, and murmured,

"I'm sorry, I seem to have said something out of turn again."

The man was drunk and covered his forehead fiercely.

"Let me drink again, I promise, this is really the last time"

"After all, there is a birthday present that I owed for thirteen. No, fourteen years, and I still didn't give it away in the end."

He muttered aimlessly, as if saying this would allow the liquor to fill the void.

Uncle Purgatory smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying softly,

"Ming Fei is great. He beat Upper Rank Two and made them flee in panic. Wow, I was right about him."

"Have I ever told you, slut, when I first met Ming Fei, he was only that small, and this kid pissed me at that time"

The memories came bit by bit, echoing in the quiet room where only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Not far away were the small fireworks that Uncle Purgatory had made bit by bit according to the notes left by his wife - they were the gift he had prepared in his spare time.

"Breathing of Flame, Form Nine, Purgatory!!!"

"Breathing of Flame, Form Nine, Purgatory!!!"

"Breathing of Flame, Form Nine, Purgatory!!!"

Outside the courtyard, Rengoku Kyojuro's high-spirited roar continued to explode!

The flaming sword handle fluttered wildly in the air, as if it was burning!

Become a pillar!

Become a pillar!

Become a pillar!

Ming Fei!!!

Witnessed by Senjuro and Ryusei, Rengoku Kyojuro used the blade in his hand to dance into a raging flame, burning all the snow in the courtyard with greater heat than ever before!

He lay breathlessly on the bare ground, looking into the distance.

The flaming eyes reflected the white sky that was drifting by.

Rengoku Kyojuro raised his fist to the sky and touched it lightly.

"Ming Fei, just wait and see, I will catch up with you."

Uncle Purgatory, who was out for a walk, hid in the corner and saw everything. Naturally, he also saw his son's red eyes.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision.

He quietly returned from the courtyard, gently stroking the still bright face.

"Sorry, I'm so angry."

"I may need to send you to the Butterfly House soon. Oh, oh, it's not that I dislike you. It's just that if you are there, with Butterfly and the others, you will definitely get better and more professional care."

“Maybe one day he will suddenly wake up.”

Uncle Purgatory suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with depth and determination.