The great demon of the previous generation passed on his power and knowledge to his descendants through blood. Therefore, many demons are born at a starting point that some people cannot reach in their entire lives.

Bloodline inheritance, bloodline inheritance.

As a parent, you can't help but give all the things you think are the best to your children without reservation. Leave great power, useful knowledge, and good things to the next generation. In the love of fathers and mothers, demons are no different from people.

The first demons, like children counting stones, pass on their favorite things to the next generation.

Power, knowledge, and...

memory.

The original West Sea Kraken, in the cold and dark seabed, did not know why he was born, and he did not know why he died. Between each other, there is only unreasonable anger, only cannibalism to vent anger. It was a long and hazy memory, the blood-colored light and shadow were intertwined, but when returned to the capital, could feel the sharp and violent aura.

No tenderness, no tenderness.

Until the snow dust fell into the darkness.

...is a monster.

The white-clothed god monarch held a lantern in one hand, rolled up his sleeves in the other, lowered his head and lowered his eyes.

At that time, the sea was not like the sea now. The sea water was dark and viscous, like blood and mud. Sirens are like maggots, like snakes, crowded in a cold lair, both fearful and astonished, and their icy vertical pupils stare at the visitor. At that time, the gods did not want to build the four poles, but just happened to pass by.

Powerful and scary.

But not hostile.

The Divine Sovereign who passed by by chance didn't have a trace of murderous intent, and sighed softly, as if slightly surprised, and continued forward.

The screeching sound of the scales being pressed down followed in the darkness.

The West Sea Kraken is not far or near, follow him.

……what is that?

The original demon stared at the flickering light on the bottom of the sea, thinking ignorantly.

I want to grab it, but don't dare to do it.

... The people who pass by by chance are powerful and terrifying, but they are not hostile, so they should honestly hide in the corner.

Following all the way is not only courting death, but also courting death.

Perhaps, it is because the other party is not hostile or murderous, so that they are so curious that they are almost presumptuous.

Something I've never seen before...

what is it then?

In addition to fighting, eating is the first time that the monsters who are fighting and eating are thinking hard, but they can't think of an answer, and they can't help but become more and more anxious. The blood in the back became thicker, and the white-robed God Monarch, who was walking alone in the darkness, stopped, sighed, and turned around.

The frightened Kraken crowded back.

This is a lantern.

Inside were candles.

The goddess raised the lantern and explained softly and gently. Seeing the Hai Clan retreating in the distance, afraid and unwilling to leave, after thinking about it, he waved his sleeves again, cleared a small space in the filth, and put the lantern on it.

What is a fan hub? What are lights?

After the Divine Sovereign left, in the chaotic deep sea, the powerful demons immediately rushed towards each other... At that time, the demons didn't know what "same clan" was, nor what love was, and only had the simplest desire//desire, That is to kill other big demons and take the luminous treasures for themselves.

But as soon as they moved, the candles were swayed and danced by the wind and air currents.

The line will go out.

The big demons who started their hands were frightened, and they stopped on the spot, all unconsciously holding their breaths and staring at the flame that seemed to be extinguished at any time. It wasn't until it settled down that the tense muscles suddenly loosened. The candle flame was certain, and the big demon wanted to pounce on the other side again, but when it slammed, the candle flame immediately jumped again.

Over and over again, the big demons who have not yet opened their intelligence finally realized:

They can't fight by the lantern.

For the first time in history, the deep-sea monsters gathered in a small place, and did not kill each other because of unreasonable rage. For the first time, they learned to surround themselves and stare at a ray quietly. Compared with them, they are very small and very small. small fire. The flames were printed in pairs of red or cold gold eyes.

The candle with the fan hub as the core has a white flame and dances like the skirt of a dancer.

……nice.

pretty.

They think vaguely and have an intuitive impression of "beauty".

The deep-sea monster on the top floor is no longer as addicted to fighting as it used to be... just like the opening of the gate, like the beginning of the sky. A ray of sparks sparked ego fires, and they gathered around the fire, and the firelight reflected each other's likeness. They suddenly realized what they looked like and what the other party looked like.

which is for me? Who is him?

They found the problem, but not the answer.

Day after day, a small lantern exploded.

The fan hub burned out.

Darkness comes again.

At first, the Krakens didn't realize what was going on.

There seemed to be still shadows of flames in their sight, still beating and dancing. They were still around the lantern, waiting for it to light up again, and stretched out their front paws to touch the lantern, their simple thoughts thought that this would make the lantern burn again,

Until the flame phantom remaining in the line of sight completely disappeared, the lantern was accidentally "smashed" by someone,

The gigantic Shi Yi, the turtle dragon in vicious armor, the evil Jiao dragon in a hundred miles... A group of big monsters became restless again. want to do something, but don't know how to do it, like a group of puppies who are anxious but can't find their way.

The darkness was gently separated.

It's a shimmering light.

The white clothes are one after another, like clouds like snow, like neon like fog.

The goddess leaned over and picked up the bamboo lantern. The handle of the lantern and the thin bamboo were broken by the demon clan who had not yet learned to restrain their strength, and the white cotton wool was stained with blood on whose scales and became dirty. The sirens let out low, long whimpers and looked at him eagerly.

"The candles are burnt out."

The goddess sat down in the circle surrounded by the big demon, and took apart the broken lamp frame. The clean thin bamboo strips were soft as silk, beating between his clean and slender fingers, little by little, weaving a beautiful frame again. . On his clothes, his hair was covered with a faint, snow-like shimmer.