Vol 5 Chapter 218: Everyone started like this

"Demon Hunting College (
Holding Zhu Zhu's small mirror in his faceless hand, he looked at the face in the mirror with delight.
As long as the painting is good, it can pretend to be anything.
It's not just wizards.
Every time, when it takes on a new look, there will always be such a period of narcissism-even if it is wearing a snakeskin pretending to be a pet snake, it will have a very happy life in the first days.
When Nikita talked about primroses and red fruits to Zhu Zhu, although faceless eyes were still looking in the mirror, their eyes were a little erratic.
The phrase ‘Just stay alive’ suddenly reminded him of a lot of past events.
Being able to change appearances and forms at will, pretending to be other people, is the unique talent of Faceless Demon. A long, long time ago, wizards discovered their existence, and some ancient books gave them a very appropriate name, Painted Skin. Because they have no eyes, nose, mouth and ears, their entire face is as clean as a blank canvas.
Painted skin is not born.
Until now, the wizarding community has been arguing about the origin of Painted Skin.
Therefore, Faceless does not know why it is Faceless-it does not know its origin, its name, or its original appearance.
When it is conscious, it is already a faceless monster.
The leader, the Captain of the Poseidon, was curled up in a ball and died in the woods when he found it.
If there was no leader, maybe he would have starved to death. In his spare time, such thoughts often slipped through his faceless mind. During the time it was just born, because it had no mouth, it almost starved to death.
The leader taught it how to draw a mouth.
"It has no face. If you can't even paint your mouth, you'll starve to death." The leader said so, and then grabbed a small piece of charcoal pen and a piece of shabby parchment, and taught it the skills to draw a mouth.
After the faceless regained his health, he immediately changed his gluttonous mouth.
In my impression, hunger is a nightmare more terrifying than death. On that day, it seemed to be possessed by gluttonous food and ate the blood of dozens of people until it was seriously injured by overeating.
"Only after suffering, can we remember the lesson." This is another sentence the leader said to it.
Since that day, No Face has never drew a slightly larger mouth.
This kind of slightly pouting cherry mouth is best for you.
Facing the small mirror, the faceless mouth painted a little brighter. The wizards call this temptation-this is also the technique the leader told it, and it is firmly in mind.
"You don't have the right to choose your identity, but you have the opportunity to choose faces." This is the most important sentence the leader said to it: "...the choice of face determines how you will live in the future. In this process It’s not important to choose, it’s important to survive."
The faceless mind glided over the words the leader said, and the erratic eyes gradually regained focus.
It looked at the little witch who looked exactly the same as himself but not far away, but for some reason, he sighed deeply.
Nikita heard a sigh behind him.
But she didn't care.
At this moment, her attention was focused on the little witch in front of her.
"Follow me." She stretched out her hand to the little witch, just like a long time ago, in the depths of the Sahara, Sir Ulrich stretched out his hand to her: "...Everyone started like this."
"Zhu Zhu" is holding the second bowl of tribute.
Along the rim of the bowl, sip the cyan juice in small mouths, not going to waste a little bit. The surging magical power flowed in her body with the juice. Her eyes became more and more agile, but the sweet smell on her body became weaker and weaker.
As if a ray of candlelight is about to consume dry wax oil, it persists in the wind and rain to bloom that light.
for a long time.
The little witch dropped the empty bowl in her hand, hiccuped, and wiped the corners of her mouth.
"This is the legendary'drinking poison to quench thirst.'" Her voice was full of vicissitudes of inconsistent identity, and although her eyes were still blank, they were completely different from the initial blankness.
The initial blankness is the blankness after the magic has been exhausted and the consciousness has fallen into a blank.
But the lack of present is the uncertainty of the future.
Nikita replied to the little witch with a sentence he just said: "It doesn't matter what you eat, what you drink, or the color of your eyes... it doesn't matter if you live."
"But I still want to sit with Mom and Dad." The little witch smiled at her, like a ray of sunshine in the morning and a breeze after the rain, clean and pure.
"You will die here alone." Nikita lowered her eyes, looked at the torn leather shoes of'Zhu Zhu', and said softly.
"Some people say that he will come back to pick me up." The little witch replied very surely.
"You can't wait that long."
"Then wait until I die before making a decision." The little witch bravely waved her hand, then took her little mirror from the faceless hand, and took her blank picture album from Nikita, and turned around. Go deeper into the enchanted forest.
The two banshees stood behind her, silently watching her going away, without any obstacles. The ancestors, hiding in the shadow of the oak tree, slapped their chests cautiously, responding to each other's confusion.
"She won't be back~EbookFREE.me~ Faceless said in the crisp voice of a new face.
"It doesn't matter if you come back or not." Nikita smiled slightly, and reached out to catch a ray of colorful breeze: "...It's good to live."
An old ancestor crawled, crawled to the feet of the banshees, and kissed the dirt at her feet.
Its thin hands patted its chest briskly, reporting to the banshees what the ancestors had found outside the Enchanted Forest.
Nikita reduced the smile on her face:
"You mean, saw a wizard hunting team on the edge of the Enchanted Forest?"
The ancestors slapped their chests hard, confirming the female demon's judgment.
"Could it be related to the lightning before?" Facelessly looked at Nikita and asked in a low voice.
"Perhaps." The banshee did not answer directly, but just let go of the breeze she had just caught. After the breeze left the bondage, he bravely rushed to the sky.
Then he was torn to pieces in a bigger gust of wind.
What left with the greater gust of wind was a huge shadow. A shadow that hung over the heads of the tribes and banshees from beginning to end.
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The wind of freedom blows from the open wilderness, engulfing emotional particles that exude colorful light, like diamond dust, blowing into the tall dense oak forest.
It caused a rustle around.
There is the sound of the broad leaves of the oaks
There is also the sound of weeds in the field with slender leaves.
Zheng Qing listened to these voices in a daze, a little lost. The temporary guardian array can isolate the wind with emotions and the rain with memories, but it does not isolate the sound of wind and rain.
At this moment, in addition to the rustle of wind and rain colliding with the leaves, and the circle, there are also some continuous sounds like wild people beating a small leather drum.
Very noisy.