He stood in a pool of blood. Under the messy black hair, a pair of tired red pupils shined. His body was covered with wounds... Knife wounds, sword wounds, magic wounds... Every wound was bleeding and consuming his life. Under his feet was a hill made of corpses. He stood there, the demon sword held in his right hand - An Mie, still dripping with the blood of those corpses.
The bloody demonic pupils on the sword flashed, and countless dark chains drilled out of the hilt had eroded his entire right shoulder, completely integrating the sword with him. He panted heavily and tiredly. The great god looked at him and said sadly: "My child, you have been completely swallowed up by the demon blood. Now, what else do you want?" His blood-red eyes trembled, and he lowered his head and remained silent.
Suddenly, a burst of feathers flew up around him? These feathers are so weak and tender. No matter what anyone can see, these feathers can't stop this man who has been completely swallowed by the demon blood.
But what was surprising... He raised his left hand tremblingly. A ripple flashed through the chaotic blood pupils. The next moment... A piece of feather quietly... Fell into the palm of his hand...
The above is the original introduction to the novel "The Devil's Nanny". I will write it again after a few years. On the one hand, I really like the novel "The Devil's Nanny", and I am very reluctant to the fact that it has never been canonized. On the other hand, it is because the author is also growing up and wants to sort out his past views so as not to mislead some young readers. Although I don't have many readers, hahaha.
Tip: Because it is an original work, the male protagonist's outlook remains unchanged.