little demon

The beardless dryad, with a clean face and a quiet demeanor, not only looked awkward to himself, but other monsters in Yaoshan also looked awkward.

It seems that spring has returned overnight.

The little magpie lay on the window sill, enviously said: "This is the power of love."

Huadie squeezed beside her, and said sourly: "The old tree is blooming, I am ashamed to death."

The tree spirit twitched, and got up to throw them all out, but was stopped by the flower demon.

The flower demon smiled and said: "I think they are innocent and the cutest, don't you like it?"

The Dryad stroked his smooth chin and said angrily, "I don't like it."

The flower demon laughed and asked, "Do you not like them or do you not like to shave?"

The dryad turned his face away: "I don't even like it."

The flower demon leaned forward and leaned over, her beautiful face came into the tree spirit's sight again as if chasing after her, her emerald green eyes blinked and blinked.

"Then—beard and me, who do you hate more?"

The Dryad's face became hot, and he said, "Beard."

He thought to himself, if the flower demon held a class to teach the little demons on Yaoshan how to charm humans, they would surely earn a lot of money.

Just as she was thinking, the flower demon glanced at the two little demons at the window, and said again: "If you really miss your beard so much, I'll grow it with you."

How could the Dryad agree when he heard that, it would be a sin to have weeds growing on such a face like a bright moon, so he quickly shook his head.

The flower demon rolled her eyes and hooked her hands at him: "I've been feeling itchy on my lips lately, come closer and see if I've grown a beard."

The dryad knew that the phantom appearance of the monster would not be easily changed, but he still leaned over uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on those moist lips and he couldn't move away.

The little magpie and the butterfly looked over, only thinking that the two monsters, in broad daylight, were about to kiss each other while they were talking!

The two little demons covered their eyes with red faces, turned around and ran home in a panic, shouting loudly while running:

"The Dryad will not be guaranteed at the end of the festival!"

The tree spirit became unsteady with this cry, and the whole demon fell into the arms of the flower demon. Before he could react, he felt a strange fragrance enveloping him, making him drowsy.

Not long after, he fell asleep in the soft embrace.

The flower demon hugged the tree spirit in her arms, her expression was complicated, the short reunion was longer than a lifetime of dreams.

He twisted a strand of the Dryad's long hair and murmured, "What should I do with you?"

From the beginning to the end, what the dryad only liked was his skin, and he wished so much to destroy it with his own hands, but he was also afraid that if he lost his beautiful appearance, he would not be able to get his attention.

"What should I do……"

In his sleep, the dryad seemed to have returned to 500 years ago.

The beauty in the lake blushes when she is teased, she is delicate, ignorant of worldly affairs, she will believe whatever he says.

Now... Although the current beauty is also a well-behaved customer, why does it feel like he is the one who is being led by the nose?

The dryad felt that whoever was more was the less stable, seeing the corner of the beauty's mouth grinning and began to pick at his old bark eeriely, and immediately struggled with shouts.

The waving hands were grabbed, and then it rained heavily, no, it wasn't rain.

The dryad opened his eyes, and found that he was drenched in the cold, his face was wet, and he couldn't tell which was sweat and which was river water.

He was about to get angry when a soft and plain hand touched his forehead.

The flower demon gently wiped his cheeks for him, and said with concern: "I saw you had a nightmare, and you had to make such a bad move. You won't blame me, would you?"

The fire in his heart was completely extinguished immediately, and the tree spirit coaxed: "No blame, no blame."

The flower demon smiled softly: "In that case, you should take off your clothes first."

The dryad opened his hands in a daze, and the flower demon in front of him still undressed him.

Before enjoying it for a moment, he suddenly realized that this scene overlapped with the book cover in his dream, and he trembled in shock.

The flower demon raised her head suspiciously.

The tree spirit dryly smiled and said, "Our trees are moistened by some river water, so it's fine."

"But," the flower demon pointed behind him, "the quilt is going to be soaked."

The tree spirit said awkwardly, "Aren't you worried about me?"

The flower demon lowered her head and said slowly: "You are such a good monster, you are not afraid of thunder, but are you afraid of a little water?"

When he said the word "Tianlei", he paused for a moment, and then covered it up without any trace.

"makes sense."

The tree spirit found that he was with other monsters, and he was still there, full of foolishness, and facing the flower monster alone, his stupid mouth was not as good as five years ago.

After thinking about it, he blamed it on forgetting the guilt of the flower demon.

"Actually, I didn't do it on purpose. I was hit hard at that time, and my soul returned to Yaoshan, and it took a full 100 years of cultivation to recover, and then many things happened on the mountain... I was going to find you... just because of many reasons Forget it..." The tree spirit felt a little guilty as he said, and his eyes wandered, "You don't have to worry about my little kindness, the demon and the demon should help each other."

"I don't blame you." The flower demon said.

He only blamed himself, blamed him for not being able to do it, blamed him for being a flower rooted in the soil, but not as good as duckweed drifting with the tide.

The flower demon forced a smile and said: "You said that many things happened on the mountain, can you tell me about it."

The dryad shook his face, and immediately stripped off his clothes and got into the bed.

"Ah Choo!" He pulled into the corner of the quilt and yelled, "Beauty, look if I've caught a cold."

"Why, didn't you just say that the trees are moistened with a little water, and it's okay?"

Unbelievable, the flower demon still walked over to check his body temperature uneasy, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she was dragged to the bed.

Even though separated by a layer of bedding, the flower demon still clearly felt that the dryad who had missed him for 500 years was right under him.

The hair like a waterfall hangs down and falls on the dryad's ears, like a curtain separating them from the outside world.

The charming atmosphere spread like wildfire in the small interior.

Only then did the tree spirit realize what he had just done, coughed twice, and said with reddened ears: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Um……"

The flower demon bit her lower lip, blushed as well, and relaxed her body to pillow on his shoulder as if possessed.

The tree spirit snorted, peeking at the face of the flower demon, and moved her body silently.

Usually he was too busy looking at his face, but he didn't notice that the delicate and slender boy in the past has grown into a big monster as heavy and hard as him after hundreds of years.

Pressed on the body, it really...has a bit of weight.

The dryad stared at the ceiling, secretly thankful that he had managed to get away with a clever idea.

There are indeed many things that happened on Yaoshan Mountain... It's just that those trivial things are not the same as what the flower demon thought... I really said it...

His old bark would not be safe.