Fairy’s Box

"Hey wake up!" Yale flicked his head.

"Well..." The other party opened his sleepy eyes and stared straight at him: "Who are you?"

who I am? Make a mess of other people's residences, then go to sleep like no one, wake up and ask who the owner is? It's no ordinary fight. It doesn't matter, you will know who I am when I hang you later.

Yalei was about to teach the bear boy a lesson when he suddenly let go of the Alice doll in his hand, shrunk to the wall, covered his right eye and shivered: "I know who you are!"

Scared? Is it too late to be afraid? But for the sake of you knowing the error, I'll hit it lightly.

It seems that there is no need to hang up, just pump the **** a few times and seek compensation from his family.

"Eyes... Eyes resonate! This breath... Eagle swallowed by jet-black flames, I finally found you! Make a contract with me to redeem this world!"

ha? Yale thumped him on the head with a shudder, making him cry.

"Such delusions are too early for you, let's talk a few years older."

The boy hugged his head and shrank a little further inward, until he could no longer shrink, and then he said, "Why did you attack me for no reason? Even if you are a black eagle, such a thing is unforgivable!"

Yale saw the outline between his brows, which was somewhat similar to Beverly, and asked, "What's your relationship with Beverly Clayton?"

"He is my elder brother in this life, but in the eyes of our sages, blood is just a meaningless burden."

Oh, it turns out that Beverly's younger brother... Since this is the case, he can't be merciful. As for the other party's nonsense, he directly filtered it as a deaf ear.

Reaching out his hand to clamp the boy's creaking nest and holding him in the air, the young man said gloomily, "You made all this?"

"They attacked me first! Spit out the scent of poison, kill sleeping humans, hunters hidden under gorgeous packaging! Assassins lurking around you!" The other party didn't struggle, his expression was serious and solemn.

"What a mess, just because of this, you mashed my Moju into a paste?"

"It is the most stubborn, and it can't be killed without being smashed to pieces."

For some reason, Yale felt like he was punching empty at the moment, and he had no intention of hanging. There's a big difference between beating up a bear child and bullying a delusional idiot.

To communicate with such a fool, you must first sink into his world. The young man thought for a while, and his expression became solemn:

"You are too reckless. These are harmless breeds that I have raised and domesticated."

"Harmless species?" The other party was stunned, his eyes lit up: "As expected of a black eagle, it's amazing!"

"Innocent ones died because of your recklessness, don't you think that you did something wrong?"

"How could this be." The boy's big eyes, small nose, and small mouth were wrinkled into a ball, showing full remorse.

It worked! It worked, and it seems to make sense. Ahem, Yale cleared his throat and chased after the victory: "The dead are gone, look at these innocent lives, don't you think you should do something for them?"

"What should I do." He twisted his fingers, not daring to look up, and asked groaningly.

"Very good." The teenager put him back on the floor, and went out to find a broom and dustpan: "Let me see sincerity, the remains of innocent lives need to be returned to the earth, and this is also your salvation."

"Yeah! I understand." The boy heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the broom cautiously, and carefully cleaned the rotten flowers and rotten leaves.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name in this life is Irian Clayton. You may call me Irian the Great Sage."

"Okay Irian, I have to teach you how to use a broom."

He really couldn't look directly at the way he was using the broom, he was just rubbing his back on the floor. Ignoring the boy's protest, Yale held his hand and taught him the correct way to use the broom.

"Alice's play|doll, what is it to you? Why destroy them."

"The seal that imprisoned her, you need to destroy all the seals to set her free."

"What about those ingredients?"

"Monsters that can be resurrected need to be dismantled in eight pieces to be completely eliminated."

"Oh, that's it." Yalei wiped a drop of cold sweat silently. The child was seriously ill and in urgent need of treatment. Then he squatted down seriously:

"You got into a big disaster. Did you know that the demon king who sealed Alice lives here."

When the broom fell to the ground, Irian widened his eyes bewilderedly, and said dryly, "Can the black eagle be beaten?"

"Well, it's not just me, once that Demon King gets angry, your brother will be in bad luck too."

"Then, what should I do?" The little boy panicked, and his words became stuttering.

"You can only use this." Yale took out a jar of paste and shook it in front of him: "This is the blood of the white dragon, it can stick those seals back, and only the sages can use it. Remember, it must be It's enough to stick without any gaps, and Beverley's life and my life are entrusted to your hands."

Irian took the paste tremblingly and carefully held it in his palm, as if the thing in his hand really carried the weight of life.

"I will definitely save you!" the little boy shouted with tears in his eyes.

Saying that blood is a meaningless burden, in fact, he still cares about his brother very much, very good, there is room for transformation.

"I believe in you." Yale patted his head: "However, you have to return these flowers to the earth first."

At noon, with the help of the teenager, Irian cleaned up the room, buried the flowers in the backyard, and solemnly prayed for them before their funeral.

After all this is done, it's time to splicing Alice's dolls. Yale made the paste for him, and the little boy was concentrating on splicing each doll, for fear of missing a gap, his expression was indescribably solemn and sacred.

The teenager sat opposite him, watching silently, and only when necessary, stroking the flaws that suggested certain details.

The sun slowly moved westward, the bell struck three times, and the last doll was restored.

"It's done!" Irian raised his dirty little hands and cheered.

At this moment, he is like an artist who has completed a masterpiece, with indescribable satisfaction and pride.

"Very good, you have completed a daunting task." Yale held him up and held it high: "In order to reward you, I decided to treat you to a big meal, tell me, what would you like to eat?"

"Want to eat cake! Annie Bear Cake!"

"Okay! Let's go now... um, dirty, take a shower for you first."

After taking a hot bath with the little boy to clean off the dust and scum, the boy sat him on his shoulders and swaggered up to the college straight. Stop a carriage and set off towards the city of Thrace.