little demon

However, the tree spirit stared at him for a moment, and kept saying "Your blushing looks like a delicate flower".

Jiaohua herself tightly covered her face, not daring to look at him again.

The dryad was amazed, he was so innocent and unpretentious.

The dryad picked up a branch and poked his waist: "They all bullied you, don't you want revenge?"

"Who bullied me?" The flower demon was at a loss.

The dryad immediately dropped the branch and rubbed his head with his dirty hands: "Silly boy."

The flower demon still goes inside without knowing it, isn't it the right thing for the shemale to go the other way?

Seeing him getting more and more pitiful, the dryad said, "Do you want to go home with me?"

"go home?"

"It's just to live on another mountain, we'll be fine, monster... No, there are not many people, but there are cute kittens, snakes, and butterflies."

"snake?"

The flower demon shivered subconsciously. He heard that it was a cold and poisonous animal with terrifying pupils.

"It's not that big of a snake," the Dryad stretched out his hand and compared, "it's a little bit smaller than Little Finger."

The flower demon looked down at her fingers, and couldn't help wondering: "Aren't you talking about earthworms?"

"No, it should be... no."

The dryad was a little uncertain when asked this question.

The little green snake has just been born, it is tiny and small, and the crow carefully raised it in a bowl for fear that a monster would accidentally step on it. If it is said that it is indeed a bit like an earthworm.

Seeing him suddenly frowning seriously, the flower demon couldn't help but smile.

"You really interesting."

"It's funny," the Dryad corrected him, "You should learn from me, I have more words in my stomach than five carts."

Along the way, the flower demon heard him say that he saw this and that in the book, and immediately asked: "Are you going to take the exam for fame?"

"I'm not a scholar. I'm not a scholar. Besides, a scholar has no meaning at all, unless I can marry a pretty girl like you." The tree spirit shook his head repeatedly.

"what!"

Hearing the flower demon's low cry, the tree spirit glanced over, but saw a beautiful flower that he had never seen before in his hair.

Noticing his gaze, the flower demon covered her head in panic, and said falteringly: "I, I, I..."

"When did you pick the flowers, show me."

"No."

The flower demon turned her back with a red face, not daring to say that he was too shy to reveal his body.

"Well, if you don't watch it, don't watch it."

The tree spirit sighed secretly, beauties are indeed people who love beauty.

When the flower demon turned around again, the flowers on his head were gone, only the faint scent of flowers remained, the tree spirit couldn't help but glance around at him, trying to see where he was hiding, but the flower demon blushed and bit her lip. Just don't say it.

The tree spirit took him all the way to visit mountains and rivers, eat, drink and have fun. The flower demon has a gentle temperament. After putting aside the initial discomfort, the two got along more and more harmoniously.

The flower demon's best friend was picked up by a young lady who went up the mountain to play decades ago. She was only one step away from cultivating into a spirit, but she did not hide or avoid in front of the brisk footsteps that were getting closer.

She said to the flower demon: "Whether you are a human or a demon, as a flower, what we want in our life is to meet someone who can appreciate us."

The flower demon didn't understand at that time, but now he occasionally thinks to the dryad's face, if he wants to take him away, he will never refuse, even if the flower that leaves the soil will eventually wither.

A little insignificant affection gradually winds and entangles in the heart of the flower demon.

Today, he asked the dryad.

"How long does a person live?"

The Dryad thought for a while and said, "About 60 years."

The flower demon was taken aback immediately, and lowered her head: "It's only been 60 years..."

The tree spirit said: "It's very short, and a person's life is like a white scorpion passing through time." He sighed softly as he spoke, feeling a rare sense of sadness.

For Yao, 60 years is too short.

With pity for each other, the two goblins wandered here and there, and finally reached the border of the mountain after five days. Three miles away was a bustling small town.

The flower demon stopped in her tracks, lowered her head, and looked at the ground in a daze.

The dryad took a few steps, but found no one following him, so he turned around strangely.

"Come on." The dryad beckoned to him.

"I……"

The flower demon looked at him hesitantly. Once he took this step, he would completely lose the land that nourished him. He is not like a tree with well-developed roots and tenacious vitality. The broken branches can be tied to another habitat and still survive. Once they lose their roots, their flowers wither quickly.And the flower demon's current cultivation is far from supporting him to roam freely.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, the tree spirit had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized that he tapped his palm.

"Forget, you are afraid of life."

"It's okay," the dryad took a step back, "we'll stay here for two more days to let you get used to it."

"no need!"

The flower demon called him to stop, gritted his teeth, and took a step forward. The strange feeling of weakness instantly made him dizzy.

"Really...really, are you okay?"

"fine."

The flower demon shook her head and stretched out a hand to him.

"I'll go with you."

At the moment when her fingertips touched, the flower demon completely understood the choice of her partner back then.

Instead of living cautiously, it is better to bloom for the person you like.

The dryad's eyes widened: "Your head is blooming again."

Two patches of blush flew up on the flower demon's face, but she didn't turn her back like last time, but asked softly: "Well, does it look good?"

The dryad replied affirmatively, "It looks good."

"If it looks good, I will..." The flower demon said in a normal way, when he suddenly felt a drop of water fall on him, he touched the tip of his nose in a daze, "Is it raining?"

As if in response to his words, dark clouds gathered above their heads at some point, and in an instant it rained heavily, drenching the two monsters thoroughly.

The flower demon shivered. What he was most afraid of when he was not yet formed was a sudden storm, and if he was not careful, a few petals would be knocked down.Then if the taste of deboning and scraping meat makes him terrified now.

Seeing him trembling all over, the Dryad immediately grabbed his hand and ran outside.

"Let's find the nearest farmhouse to take shelter from the rain."

The flower demon subconsciously followed the tree spirit's footsteps, but he lost his strength and fell to the ground after only a few steps.

The dryad was caught off guard and fell down, his face covered in mud.

"Bah, bah, my handsome image."

The dryad wiped his face, barely opened his eyes under the increasingly heavy rain, and looked at the flower demon on his lap.

"Beauty, wake up."

The dryad pushed the flower demon.

There was no movement.

At first he thought that the beauty was shy again, but soon he realized that the flower demon's body temperature was surprisingly high, and then his curled body became smaller and smaller, until he shrank into a beautiful flower shivering in the wind and rain. little flower.

The dryad lay down, covered his eyes with his hands, and leaned over to look at the familiar little flower carefully. After a while, he whispered: "So you are also a demon!"

Accompanied by a bang from the sky, the whispers turned into laments in an instant.

"I wonder why the sky changes so quickly. It turns out that there are immortals crossing the tribulation."

The tree demon carefully dug out the flower demon with a piece of soil, held it in the palm of his hand, and kept mumbling.

"It's not easy to choose here."

In a few days, they will all be happy in Yaoshan.

The dryad stretched out his sleeve to protect the little flower, and the muddy water slid down his cheek, which looked ridiculous.

"It's a good thing you didn't see my ugly face."

Returning to the place where he came back, the tree spirit asked the little flower in his arms, "This is actually your home, right?"

The little demon, who was confused, couldn't answer his question, and the tender petals trembled in the wind.

"Poor see you."

The dryad knelt down and let the little demon return to his soil.

The thunder in my ears became more and more clear.

"Well, as a dryad, I hate thunder the most."

As the dryad said, it took root in the ground and turned into a towering tree, becoming the most solid backing for the little flower in the precarious situation.

The thunder continued to strike, and each one was a step closer to them.

The dryad suppressed the desire to run away, talking to himself.

"Don't miss me too much, we are all demons anyway, it's no big deal to see you a few hundred years later."

The little flower shook even more, and the water droplets kept dripping along its leaves like weeping.

—Boom!

The last thunderbolt hit the dryad impartially.