Death Demon

A "voice of the heart" rang out within Li Shiwei.

Just like everyone else, every person could not help but say something in their heart.

That was called a "voice of the heart."

But how many people ever stopped to consider...

Was the voice of the heart truly spoken by oneself, or by something else?

Li Shiwei immediately closed her eyes.

Yet to her surprise, even after closing them, she could still see.

Her consciousness seemed to have strangely split into two.

One part could clearly perceive everything outside, while the other seemed to have fallen into a dream.

In that dream, she was exactly the same as in reality.

Except there was one more person.

Before her stood a girl of perhaps fourteen or fifteen.

Her skin was fair, she wore a dress, and her black hair trailed all the way to the ground, yet it was unexpectedly clean.

The feeling this girl gave off... was as though she were untouched by a speck of dust.

Her dress reached only to her calves. She wore neither shoes nor stockings, her bare feet standing on the ground. Though they had clearly been stained with dust and mud, she still gave off a strange impression of cleanliness.

"...Demonic thought." Li Shiwei immediately said, "A spawned celestial demon? You actually found your way to me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to strike.

But at that moment, the girl who was clearly stained with filth yet still appeared immaculate raised her head and glanced at Li Shiwei.

The little brat's hand suddenly went limp.

She... could not strike.

"You are mistaken. I am not a celestial demon." The girl spoke indifferently, rose to her feet, and walked to Li Shiwei's side.

She still had the build of a child