Birdseye

"Stars, stars, stars..." Meng Shuxing didn't finish the sentence for a while, and after being touched by Feng Yuan, he couldn't say it anymore.

He really didn't expect that Xingru Xianjun had already become the master of the demon world when he saw him after he escaped death on the immortal platform.

The previous demon lords had to go through a lot of calamities before they were born, and this calamity should be on Feng Yuan's body.

But who is whose calamity, how can one or two sentences make it clear?

The demon master stood up straight, walked over slowly, glanced at Mengshu, and didn't care what he was trying to say just now, and replied directly: "What can I do? No."

Mengshu: "..."

The demon lord ignored him, went straight to the swing that Feng Yuan had made a few days ago, sat down leisurely, swayed, raised his head and asked Mengshu: "What are you here for?"

In the past, as long as the demon lords were chased and beaten by the gods of the heavens, they would not dare to be so casual in front of the gods. However, this one has Feng Yuan to protect him. Even if he wants to kill the heavens now, it is estimated that Feng Yuan can help him sound the gong to clear the way.

Mengshu replied: "The one who took the forgotten vulture water."

The demon lord let out an oh, and sent Feng Yuan to say: "Then you go and fetch it with him."

Mengshu was surprised, thinking that it was no wonder that Feng Yuan could say such words as our Majesty in front of him, how he coaxed this Majesty in the Demon Realm during this period of time, hearing this tone of voice no longer treats him as an outsider.

Feng Yuan stood up from the ground and said to Mengshu: "Come here."

Feng Yuan is now being entrusted by the Demon Lord, and himself is being entrusted by him, Mengshu sighs silently in his heart, he is the low-level laborer who is being exploited.

Wangjiu Pond is located at the foot of Qinghuang Mountain in the east of the Demon Palace. The water in the pool is crystal clear, and several colorful fish are playing in the water. They are not afraid of people coming, and they can even poke their heads out of the water. All the other fish spit bubbles. One of the longest strange fish covered with golden scales came to the edge of the pond, opened its mouth to Mengshu, and sprayed fire directly.

It was the first time Mengshu had seen this kind of fish, so he was unprepared and almost had half of his hair cut off by the fire.

Feng Yuan watched the excitement for a while, then waved lightly, and the fish wagged its tail and swam away.

Seeing the fish gone, Mengshu squatted down by the pool again, and while filling Wangjiu water in a jade bottle, he asked Feng Yuan: "He is now...why is he not at all the same as what I saw in the heaven?"

Feng Yuan stood aside, when he heard this, he smiled, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to overflow in the next moment, he said to Mengshu: "He used to be like this."

His temper is lazy and a bit domineering.

It's just that in the past he was more playful and clinging to himself than he is now.

Now, he will no longer lie on his body and act like a baby.

In his eyes, there is no difference between himself and all living beings in this world.

Mengshu filled the jade vase with water, stood up, looked back at Feng Yuan, and saw that he was a bit disappointed, and asked him: "Then how do you plan to help him recover his memory? After jumping up to Xiantai , It should be that he has forgotten the past and cut off love from now on, but I saw that he was still a little happy and angry, maybe he just forgot that memory."

Feng Yuan was silent for a while, the emerald green leaves flinched a few times in the wind, then fell from the branches, floated on the water surface, and made circles of ripples in the Wangjiu Pond, many swimming fish rushed over, and soon Quickly biting this leaf into fine pieces, the surroundings were quiet, he opened his mouth slowly, and said to Mengshu: "It doesn't matter if those memories come back or not, isn't it good for him?"

"Then you and him..." Mengshu wanted to say that this relationship is shallow. If Xingru Xianjun's memory can be restored, maybe the fate can be added, but now the two of them are like this, no matter how you look at it, they are lacking. order something.

Feng Yuan raised his head slightly, looking at the still gloomy sky above his head, he thought, if Xingru wants to ask for that kind of love from him one day, he will give it to him, if he doesn't want to, he will just stand by and accompany him silently he.

He doesn't ask for anything anymore, that's enough.

I only wish his stars are healthy and happy every year

That's all he ever wanted.

It's just that he failed to fulfill his wish in the past, so in the future, he will be by his side and guard him like this.

As for what kind of role I want to play in front of Xingru, it is actually not important anymore.

And those memories, since Xingru chose to abandon them at that time, he would not give them to him by force.

One step of deep love, one step of shallow relationship, he and him are always one step behind.

Simply skip that step.

Seeing Feng Yuan like this, Meng Shu thought for a while, and made a suggestion that he thought was very spiritual. He said to Feng Yuan: "Why don't I discuss it with Jianwu and send you directly to the Demon Realm to get married?" .”

Feng Yuan: "..."

He was really afraid that Mengshu would say something unrestrained in front of Xingru, so he urged him: "Go back as soon as you get the Wangjiu water."

Feng Yuan has never had much camaraderie among colleagues, and Meng Shu doesn't have the same knowledge as him, so he just asked him: "Are you really planning to stay in the Demon Realm like this, and won't you go back?"

Feng Yuan pondered and said: "For the time being, there is nothing in the heavens that requires me to go back."

Mengshu: "It's true, you are here looking at the demon seal of the demon world, then I'm leaving."

Feng Yuan hummed, and Mengshu heard some urging from this short hum.

But no matter whether he can continue his relationship with that Xingru Xianjun or not, Fengyuan's current situation is much better than when he didn't find Xingru Xianjun before.

When Mengshu returned to the heaven with Wangjiu water and Fengyuan came back from Wangjiu pool, he saw the demon master leaning on the swing as if he had no bones, half-closed his eyes, his curled eyelashes cast There was a small shadow, and there was a gleam of water on his lips, Feng Yuan only took one look, and knew that he had stolen wine again.

He can't care about his majesty anymore, Feng Yuan laughed, and squatted down on the two short grapes. The temperature in the devil world is not suitable for growing grapes, even if he used some special methods, the seedlings of these grapes It also grows too slowly, Feng Yuan thinks about a way to give birth to it in the past few days.

The Demon Lord sitting on the swing opened his eyes at some point, held his chin, stared at Feng Yuan for a long time, remembered the words Mengshu Shenjun said, and radiated traces of demonic energy from him , lingering around the wind abyss.

In the past, Feng Yuan disliked this smell, but now he knows that these smells emanate from Xingru's body, but he thinks it can be stronger.

The smell became more and more intense, and the whole person seemed to be soaked in syrup, which was really abnormal, Feng Yuan had to raise his head, and asked the devil: "What's wrong?"

The demon lord carefully observed his current expression, but he didn't see any disgust at all.

He bored away the diffused devilish energy, and then saw a trace of disappointment on Feng Yuan's face.

So this God of Fengyuan not only doesn't hate the smell, but also likes it?Was it that Mengshu High God who spread the rumors?

The demon master clicked his tongue, thinking that the feng shui in the Heavenly Realm really doesn't support people anymore.

Dusk gradually shrouded this majestic magic palace that stretched for hundreds of miles. Feng Yuan carefully took care of the two grape seedlings in the garden day by day. Seeing that they were able to climb up the trellis, he felt a little relieved.

And since the Demon Lord said that he wanted Fengyuan to hold an exhibition in the Demon Palace, he never broke his promise, even if Fengyuan has grown grapes now, it is the same, not to mention that thousands of demons outside are eagerly waiting for this day .

In the demon palace, the demon master walked around Feng Yuan with his hands behind his back, patted Feng Yuan's arm, "Stand still, don't move."

He is probably the only one in this world who can play with Feng Yuan like this, and Feng Yuan is also happy to pamper him, even the expression can follow his request.

The demon master fiddled with it a few times, seeing that he cooperated very well, suddenly he became dull, are all the people in the heavens so spineless?

The demons heard that the God of Fengyuan was finally going to be exhibited, and it was free for only one day, so they came to line up one after another. They originally planned not only to have a good look at the God of God, but also to leave a mark on him. They ordered their demon clan's exclusive seal, but before they got to the front, the cowardly demon clan ran away when Fengyuan god looked at it.

Those who were a little bolder looked at the Kunwu sword hanging behind Fengyuan Shangshen, and dared not stretch out their hands anymore.

When Suyin was queuing at the back, she kept rubbing her hands eagerly, but when she got in front of Fengyuan, she was like a bear to those demons.

Liu Jia patted him on the shoulder, encouraged him and said, "Come on,"

Suyin groaned and hugged Liujia's arm: "I dare not."

Liu Jia was puzzled and said, "Why don't you dare, His Majesty is watching over there."

With His Majesty around, the God of Fengyuan must not dare to make a move.

As a result, Suyin glanced at the Demon Lord sitting on the throne, shivered, and hugged Liujia's arms tighter: "I don't even dare."

Liu Jia didn't quite understand what was going on in Suyin's mind, and she couldn't forcefully pull his hand on Fengyuan Shangshen's body. In the end, she could only go out crying with Suyin. Jia's expression darkened instantly, and she kicked Suyin's ass.

When Mengshu heard about this in the heaven, he also sneaked over, looked at Feng Yuan who was standing there obediently, shook his head and lamented that the gods in the heaven could fall to such a degree one day.

The decline of the heavens, the decline of the heavens!

This day's exhibition was a little bit of a failure. The demons only dared to look at this God who His Majesty said was a bit silly but actually had double standards from a distance, and they didn't even dare to take a step forward.

When night fell, the gate of the demon palace was closed, and the demons left here sighing, flapping their mouths constantly, lamenting why they were so unlucky.

The vast twilight enveloped the entire demon world, the water in Wangjiu Pond was lingering, there was a gurgling stream rushing into Qingxue Lake, and the mountains in the distance were undulating, leaving behind dark outlines.

Fengyuan came to the garden behind the magic palace, the vines grew more and more slowly these days, maybe they should be allowed to bask in the sun more, he unconsciously said this, then turned his head and looked at the magic The master was groping behind him, this movement was very familiar to Feng Yuan, he asked him quickly: "What are you doing?"

The devil looked at it strangely, his movements were so obvious, couldn't this God see it?

He said, "Pluck the hair?"

"What are you plucking for?"

"Don't you need to give it some sunlight? It's enough to pull out the roots, but it's a bit hot, so remember to put it far away."

He forgot everything, but he didn't forget this handy movement. Thinking of his naked appearance later, Feng Yuan sighed helplessly, and said to the devil: "Don't pull it out, you go and sit over there, and I will do it."

The demon lord looked at him suspiciously, withdrew the hand that was about to pluck the hair, and slowly sat back on the swing, looking at Feng Yuan with downcast eyes in a daze.

Waiting for Feng Yuan to finish his busy work, the demon lord changed into his original form at some point, and a big phoenix was lying on the swing, already fast asleep.

Feng Yuan looked at him for a long time, got up and walked over, stretched out his hand, wanted to touch him, but stopped in mid-air, Phoenix seemed to have sensed something, stretched his neck vigorously, tilted his head and rubbed him a little warmly He warmed his palm, hummed, and buried his head back in the thick feathers contentedly, Feng Yuan was fixed in place, there was still a smile on his face, but the wound on his chest seemed to be torn open again , The cold wind whizzed past there with ice slugs.

He moved his lips, let out a low cry, and there was a flash of water in his eyes.

When the devil opened his eyes again, he had already returned to his bedroom. The fiery red tail feathers fell neatly on the brocade quilt, and the feathers on his body seemed to have been combed. He didn't pay much attention, just stretched his head, He glanced out of the window, the bright moon was still the same, and who was vaguely appearing on it, he stared at it for a long time, but couldn't see clearly.

He probably drank too much today, he thought.