Apologize?
Should we apologize?
Yes!
Absolutely!
"We're sorry for our abruptness."
"We've embarrassed the demon race."
"Truly, our apologies."
"But you're so kind to tell us all this. Otherwise, we would’ve made a huge mistake."
"Exactly! Turns out, you humans aren’t so bad after all."
"We’ll step aside now. Go ahead, go ahead."
Chen Chang'an never expected these demons to be so naive.
Have they… never been deceived before?
Why do they believe everything so easily?
He just spouted some nonsense, and they took it as truth?
"You’re not bad either. Good demons."
"You’ve brought honor to your race."
"Well done."
Chen Chang'an didn’t hold back on the praise—what could he say? He was just that kind-hearted.
But after Chen Chang'an and his group had gone far, the demons suddenly felt something was off.
"Doesn’t something feel… weird?"
"Did we forget something?"
"Weird? I don’t think so."
"Right? That human was so helpful. If not for him, we’d have become the shame of the demon race."
"Yeah, yeah. That guy seemed nice. Even his face looked trustworthy."
"Really? But… what were we supposed to do again?"
"Wait… what were we doing earlier?"
The demons exchanged glances, then fell into deep thought.
"Hahahaha!"
"This is hilarious!"
"They’re so stupid!"
"My heavens, are all demons this dumb?"
Da Huang burst into laughter, only to be met with mocking looks from Chen Chang'an and Little Earthworm.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Did I say something wrong?" Da Huang asked, confused.
"Did you forget you’re a demon too?"
"Calling demons dumb is just calling yourself dumb," Little Earthworm said helplessly.
"Uh… is that how it works?"
"Of course. And don’t forget, you weren’t much better back then," Chen Chang'an sneered.
Hearing this, Da Huang wasn’t having it.
How was he ever as bad as them?
He was pure-hearted—they were just stupid. There was a fundamental difference!
"Still, scheming and deceit aren’t common among demons."
"Most are straightforward, so it’s natural they’d be a bit naive."
"Besides, those demons just now clearly lacked experience and education."
"Probably only knew what humans looked like but had no real understanding of them."
"I wouldn’t be surprised if meeting you, Father, was their first time seeing a human," Little Earthworm said with a grin.
Little Earthworm knew far more about demon affairs than Da Huang, which made Chen Chang'an suspect something was off with Da Huang.
If both had inherited memories, why were Da Huang’s so lacking?
"Big Bro, why are you looking at me like that again?"
"What did I do now?"
Seeing Chen Chang'an’s disdainful gaze, Da Huang felt utterly wronged.
"Little Earthworm, do your inherited memories require certain triggers to activate?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Nope."
"They just awaken bit by bit as my strength grows."
"Why?"
"Wait… yours need triggers?"
"Wow, you’re weak," Little Earthworm said, giving Da Huang the same disdainful look.
"Damn it, remember this—next time we go to the brothel, I’m not taking you," Da Huang growled.
"Da Huang-ge, come on, aren’t we good brothers?"
"Piss off. You’re just a spineless fence-sitter."
Ignored, Little Earthworm chuckled awkwardly but didn’t press further.
"Huh?"
"That’s odd."
"Why is there a child crying?"
"Human… or demon?"
Suddenly, Chen Chang'an heard the distant sound of a little girl sobbing.
This was demon territory—why would there be a little girl here?
Was she a demon?
"Ugh."
"My gossipy soul is itching again."
Chen Chang'an had planned to ignore it, but his insatiable curiosity flared up, urging him to investigate.
"Big Bro, let’s go."
"I wanna see what’s up too," Da Huang said with a grin.
"Fine, let’s check it out."
Chen Chang'an nodded, then had Yi Tuo head toward the source of the crying.
Chen Chang'an’s perception was terrifyingly sharp, so the girl was actually extremely far away—tens of thousands of miles.
If not for how unusual the situation was, he wouldn’t have noticed her at all.
The little girl was crouched on the ground, weeping bitterly, completely unaware of Chen Chang'an’s approach.
"Little one."
"What’s wrong?"
Startled, the girl jumped to her feet, eyeing Chen Chang'an warily.
"Wh-Who are you?" she asked, guarded.
"My name is Chen Chang'an. I’m human."
"And you?"
"Are you a demon or a human?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
Human?
A human?
Hearing this, the girl studied him with fascination—which answered Chen Chang'an’s question.
If she were human, she wouldn’t find another human so intriguing.
"I… can’t tell you."
"Mommy said not to share too much with strangers."
"Or I’ll be in danger," the girl said with innocent seriousness.
"Alright, I won’t ask then."
"Mm. Thank you. You’re really nice."
Great.
An even more naive demon.
This makes me nice?
Have you met a decent person before?
"Then can I ask why you’re crying?" Chen Chang'an said.
"I… I can’t find my way home."
Huh?
Lost?
Seriously?
Chen Chang'an glanced at Da Huang and Little Earthworm, silently asking if this was common.
But both just shook their heads helplessly—how would they know? Neither had lived among demons.
"Little girl, did you sneak out?" Da Huang asked.
Facing Da Huang, the girl seemed to relax—probably because he felt more familiar as a fellow demon.
"What kind of demon are you?"
"I’ve never seen one like you before."
"But you’re kinda cute," she said curiously.
Da Huang’s face darkened. Were there no dog demons? Or was this kid just clueless?
Still, since she called him cute, he’d forgive her ignorance.
"I am a demon."
"A qilin. Impressive, right?" Da Huang grinned.
"Liar!"
"I’ve seen a qilin before, and it didn’t look like you!"
It... has even seen a qilin?
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