Trafford’s Trading Club

Half-demon, as the name suggests, is only half a monster.

And because the body has a relationship that generally belongs to humans, it has been closer to the appearance of humans since birth... Isn't it?

Most of the half-demon can be described as crooked melons and cracked jujubes, and even the most extreme ones are neither human nor demonic. They walk around with a terrifying skin, which makes humans afraid, and the pure demon tribe is not prepared to accept them after all. Most half-demon are born because of monsters who cannot control their lower bodies.

It is almost impossible to hold a monster responsible for having sex with humans just for the sake of venting, and accidentally leaving offspring behind.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Damn woman, can't you be gentler?"

The half-demon in red robes stared at the witch in front of him who was a head shorter than him with great dissatisfaction. The half-demon boy was muttering in his mind the same way a monster looks at a human being: he is too young and there is not much meat to eat. In addition, although it is very tender and tender, it probably does not have much bite... Why is it so thin? Probably not very tasty anymore.

Although, the half-demon boy has never eaten a shemale.

"If it weren't for the fact that you helped me fight off that toad, I wouldn't have planned to help you with the treatment at all."

She was a head lower than the half-demon boy, and she looked like she was only a little over ten years old... or eleven years old. The childish look on her face had not faded, but she spoke in an old-fashioned way, which made the half-demon boy itch with hatred. of.

But there is no way...he can't beat her!

He is obviously only ten and a half years old! Damn it! !

As a half-demon, he has already seen winter snow sixteen times... As long as he gets through the spring and cherry blossom season of the next year, he will usher in seventeen winter snows, right?

"That toad will come again." The half-demon boy obviously didn't want to get too entangled in the technical issues of the little witch dressing the wound, and turned to another matter.

There is a magical power hidden in this ancient shrine in front of you. This power can completely awaken the half-demon's monster bloodline. After fully awakening the monster bloodline, the half-demon boy can truly be called a monster boy.

This was the dream he was born in. The toad seemed to have the same plan, so the toad attacked.

Should we take advantage of the fight between this little witch and that smelly toad to take away the mysterious power in the shrine? The half-demon boy looked at the little witch who was pounding herbs, and a trace of evil thoughts gradually came to him. How could it be considered evil? He is a monster...even though he is only half-demon.

"Have you always lived in this place?" The half-demon boy couldn't help but frown and asked. This miko is too young. Wouldn't it seem too empty to live in such a shrine alone... "Your relatives Woolen cloth?"

"You have too many questions." The little witch raised her voice, and finally pressed the mashed herbs on the last wound on the half-demon boy's arm, and then rolled the white cloth strip several times with disgust, " You can leave and don’t come back again. Otherwise I will kill you.”

But it's not scary at all... As expected, it's still because she's too small, even if she tries so hard to put on an indifferent expression.

However... although it was really small, the spiritual power emanating from his body was so powerful that the half-demon boy had to retreat three points.

"I...I will come again! I will definitely get the power here and become a real monster! Just watch!" The half-demon boy fled from the shrine in panic.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

During the seventeenth winter snow, the half-demon boy once again came to the shrine halfway up the mountain. The little witch has grown a little bit taller, but is still as thin.

The half-demon boy, who felt that he had become much stronger, hid outside the shrine and peeped. The little miko was kneeling in the shrine, writing and reading. She seemed to be too focused on it, and she didn't notice his arrival.

good chance!

The half-demon boy looked excited. He knew that the magical power was enshrined in the center of the shrine's main hall! While the little witch was not here, the half-demon boy easily arrived in front of the altar.

But the half-demon boy didn't seem to have thought of one thing: how could a little witch with such powerful spiritual power be so careless about the thing she was protecting?

There are many hidden curse seals placed in front of the altar.

When the little miko put down the book in her hand and came to the main hall of the shrine, the half-demon boy had already fallen into the trap and was unable to move.

"It's you again." The little witch frowned: "I said, if you dare to come again, I will kill you."

The half-demon boy struggled wildly, revealing his ferocious fangs. If this little witch said she was going to kill, she would really kill. Because I heard that the toad had been killed. Although it is said that toads have a long life, they will eventually die.

But the half-demon boy was still unable to break free from the trap set by the little witch... The moment he faced the arrow placed on the long bow by the little witch, the half-demon boy suddenly gave up his struggle... Death may be another kind of death. relief.

"Do you want to die?" The little witch's fingers relaxed, but she did not loosen the tight bowstring.

"Where did all this nonsense come from! Kill that damn woman if you want!" The half-demon boy roared instantly.

The little witch asked curiously: "Why do you want to get the things enshrined in the shrine?"

The half-demon boy said that he wanted to become a real monster.

The little witch untied him and told him to leave and not to come again next time.

"I will come again!" The half-demon boy fled, and finally made an indignant voice at the foot of the mountain, "I will defeat you with my own hands! Make you willingly hand over your things to me!"

Don't come, the little witch said silently on the mountain.

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Spring passes and autumn comes, and the half-demon boy begins winter in his eighteenth year. A scar appeared on the face of the half-demon boy. After a year of hard work, he felt that he had become much stronger.

The little witch is still writing and reading in the shrine, which is deserted.

"Damn woman, this time I will definitely... ah!"

The half-demon boy was thrown directly from the shrine this time. To be precise, he rolled down the long stone steps. But he still doesn't plan to give up... Then let's go out and practice for another month!

"Damn woman, this time I am different from the past... ah!!"

Roll down.

"Damn woman! I will definitely kill you this time... ah!!!"

Roll down.

"Dead girl...ah!!"

Roll down.

Time and time again, it seems to be tougher than rock.

Roll down...

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"Please, lend me the power of the shrine, as long as I can become a real monster! No matter what you ask me to do, I will promise you!"

Finally, the half-demon boy lowered his head in front of the shrine. The water chestnuts on his body seemed to have been polished off by rolling up the stairs again and again. He really couldn't beat the shrine's guardian witch.

"Why are you so determined to become a real monster?" the little witch asked thoughtfully.

"That guy..." the half-demon boy gritted his teeth and said, "That guy, no matter what, I will defeat him and make him admit his mistakes in front of my mother. For this purpose, I can give up anything!"

"Mother..." the little witch frowned, "Does your monster blood come from your father's side?"

The half-demon boy tilted his head, "His name is Inugami Sho. My mother was robbed by him. After giving birth to me, he abandoned us. Just because my mother is just a tool for pleasure... Just because I can't inherit the real The blood of youkai is just a half-demon! He can’t even see the light of day… He even makes that guy laughable by other youkai!”

The little witch thought for a long time and finally shook her head: "You have too much blood smell on your body. Making you a real monster will only bring more death."

"All I killed were bandits and monsters who only knew how to plunder!" The half-demon boy looked directly at the little witch in front of him, "I have never eaten a human being!"

"Okay then." The little witch said calmly: "You go and kill a hundred evil monsters, and collect another hundred different ancient books and send them to you. I can promise to help you become a real monster."

She gave him an almost impossible task. A hundred big monsters can be judged from the remaining monster energy, and a hundred different ancient books... whether it counts, she actually has the final say.

"One hundred big monsters, one hundred different ancient books..." The half-demon boy gritted his teeth, turned around and left resolutely, "It's a deal!"

Another month later.

The half-demon boy sat proudly in the open space in front of the shrine and placed the relics of the three great monsters and more than ten ancient books on the ground. "Keep your promise! I did it!"

"There are also ninety-seven big monsters and eighty-six ancient books." The little witch glanced at the half-demon boy's 'trophies' indifferently.

"What! There should be only eighty-five copies left!"

"Two of them are duplicates." The little witch shook her head, "Are you illiterate?"

The half-demon boy almost broke his teeth and finally walked away, "I'll come back in a month!"

The little witch still shook her head, looked at the things scattered on the ground, and silently packed them up... took the things left by the big monster to purify them, then picked up ancient books one after another and returned to her room.

This place was like a library, the smell of paper and ink... Her body seemed to be contaminated with this smell.

The little witch began to read ancient books that she had never read before, and suddenly she lowered her head and showed a smile... Her knowledge and knowledge of the outside world all came from the books here.

The world of books is as vast as the ocean... What kind of wonderful world will he bring next time?

The little witch quietly wrote the name of the half-demon boy on the white paper. It was a beautiful and elegant calligraphy.

【Inuyasha】

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Zhui Feng rubbed his head. He accidentally fell from the branch after turning sideways. Zhui Feng has never figured out why he chooses to sleep on a branch. Maybe it’s his body’s hobby?

However, it seems like I had a dream...as a bystander. Perhaps, it is a remnant of the memory of the original owner of this body?

"……What is this?"

Zhui Feng stared at something on the ground in confusion. Right in front of the place where he fell from the tree, there was a small box placed somewhere.

Zhui Feng was no stranger to boxes tied with ribbons like this...but when did it appear?

Even if he was asleep, no one should have come. At least with his keen sense of smell, he couldn't smell any strange smell at this time.

Zhui Feng frowned, so he directly picked up the box. After shaking it vigorously a few times, he felt that it was empty and there was nothing inside, which made him feel even more strange.

In the end, he couldn't hold back his hand and tore the box open simply and roughly. However, he got nothing. Instead, a strange and illusory air ball appeared in front of him...or, more like a half. Transparent white ball of light.

"What the hell?"

Zhui Feng scratched his head and reached out to round the air ball and flatten it... He felt like he couldn't stop doing it. However, when he threw this strange light ball on the ground, it would automatically fly back to him. Even when he threw the light ball hard far away, this thing would still come back to him immediately. In front of him, he seemed to be planning to just rely on him.

"This thing..." Zhui Feng frowned, and finally caught the ball of light in the palm of his hand... There was a strange but inexplicable feeling.

"Forget it, never mind... let's go find Purple Star."

Zhui Feng jumped directly to the top of a big tree, and when he looked out, what surprised him was that he had clearly seen the stone monument of Zaodao Village, but he didn't see any place similar to a village nearby?

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The Nagato family is a small local wealthy family with very strict family rules. Of course, among all the fiefs of the Kondo family, such a wealthy family may be as big as a sesame seed.

All members of the Nagato family were already sitting upright, preparing for lunch for the day.

Nagato Shinji and Nagato Saburo were sitting looking at each other, and the vacant position above their heads was exclusive to Mr. Nagato, and next to him was Mr. Nagato's wife. At this time, Mr. Nagato’s wife was already there.

Below, starting from Nagato Shinji and Nagato Saburo respectively, there are everyone in the Nagato family sitting respectively, including Nagato's sister, Nagato Kiko, his wife's son-in-law, Sakamoto Ryota, Nagato Kiko's son, Sakamoto Taichi, and Daughter-in-law, on the other side is the youngest Nagato Tsuruko.

The family remained silent, even though the food was already placed in front of them, and the food was probably cold, they didn't move because Master Nagato hadn't arrived yet.

Eating before the head of the family is an act of contempt for the authority of the head of the family.

The mistress of the Nagato family, already old and frail, was waiting quietly with her brows lowered... When she heard footsteps coming from outside the door, she quickly stood up and prayed for her husband, Mr. Nagato. He opened the door and sat down for him.

When Mr. Nagato sat down, he glanced at everyone present, and finally saw Nagato Hezi at the end with a bandage on his forehead. He frowned and said, "What's going on?"

"It seems that Tsuruko accidentally fell down and hit his head while playing in the courtyard." Mr. Nagato's wife whispered at this time.

"I remember it was Ah Xiu who took care of him." Mr. Changmen said calmly: "I'll get some family advice later."

Nagato Shinji, the initiator of the figurines, was not squinting at this time. After Master Nagato said this, he waved his hand and everyone started eating...The Nagato family just started eating.