little demon

The tree spirit took the hand of the flower demon and led him through the corners of Yaoshan Mountain.

He pointed to a hut and said: "This is the home of the little fox. It was originally the most promising monster on the mountain to be included in the picture book. Unfortunately, it was abducted by a big monster named Qingmang."

The flower demon tilted her head, looking very puzzled: "How to abduct?"

The tree spirit explained: "It means beheading first, then playing, getting married first, and then talking about love."

He also said that after the little fox left, the other fox who came to Yaoshan was Fuhe. He was good at everything, but he didn't like Biliu very much. It is said that his monks had been partial to cat demons since he was a child. Tsk tsk tsk, okay Big vinegar smell.

Even though hundreds of years have passed, the little monster has grown into a big monster, the dryad still has a soft spot for gossip, and never tires of it.

He was beaming with joy when he said it, and the flower demon couldn't help but show off her face when she saw it.

The goblins on the mountain always think that the tree spirit is long-winded and misses the point, but the flower demon thinks every word he says is very interesting.

The dryad showed him a colorful world that he had never seen before, so wonderful and full of vitality.

It was the first time that the Dryad spoke so freely. After talking for a long time, he realized that the whole journey was his own one-man show, so he touched his bare chin in embarrassment.

"Are you tired of listening?"

"No," the flower demon shook her head, "your voice is very nice."

The tree spirit's ears warmed up, and he wondered who broke his innocent little bud.Instead, he wiped himself clean.

After a while, the dryad looked at the dark sky and said, "Today is late, and I will find you tomorrow."

The flower demon's heart became hot, and thousands of words came to her mouth, but she still shook her head.

"No, I should go back."

He was afraid that he would stay another day, so he was reluctant to leave.

During the time of waiting, he thought of countless ways to tie the dryad by his side, and the dark side in his heart almost broke out when he met again.

He originally planned to pretend to be obedient and clever, so as to coax the goblins on the mountain to relax their vigilance, and then tricked the tree spirits to follow him. When he arrived at his site, he was the one who covered the sky with one hand.

However, after a short time together, he gradually understood that from beginning to end, he was the only one who was brooding and narrow-minded.

The monsters in Yaoshan are kind and happy, not complaining like him.

Only such a place can cultivate the dryad he likes.

Although he is glib and careless in his work, he is the first to step forward to protect those around him at critical moments.

He thought, if at that time, they knew that they were monsters, the ending would not be different.

The flower demon's camouflage was removed, her gorgeous eyebrows became straight, her slender limbs became slender and powerful, only those emerald eyes still contained affection, as gentle as autumn water.

Just like the first time I saw you.

The dryad was almost dumbfounded.

The flower demon said in relief: "The monks in the world can fully understand it, so it's time for me to take a step forward."

The dryad subconsciously reached out and grabbed his wrist: "Are you going to ascend?"

The flower demon seemed to be amused, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and she pressed it down again.

"I want to go back."

The tree spirit asked in a daze, "Where are you going?"

The flower demon said you know.

It has been 500 years, and the time they have been together is only a short period of ten days. Perhaps this is what the world calls a shallow relationship.

The Dryad didn't know, all he knew was that his only listener was leaving.

The flower demon is his tree hole, accepting his emotions unconditionally, no, he is better than the tree hole, he not only listens, but also returns sincere emotions.

The tree spirit couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't understand how he could walk so gracefully 500 years ago without looking back and waiting for the flower demon.

The dark night fell on the top of the head, and the tree spirit stood tragically on Yaoshan Mountain, watching his flower demon drift away.

A small turquoise snake slithered to his feet, and suddenly changed into a human shape.

"Aren't you going to chase?"

The dryad sighed: "I can't catch up."

"Why," said the little snake disapprovingly, "I was so happy when the scholar came down the mountain to chase me. I thought he valued me. If you went after the flower demon, he would be happy too."

The tree spirit was startled when he heard the words, turned his head sideways, looked at him and said comfortingly, "You have grown up."

The little snake didn't know why.

The Dryad gave him a quick hug, turned around and ran down the mountain.

Seeing this, the little snake turned her back and asked, "Did I miss something?"

The scholar behind the tree raised his index finger to his lips: "The authorities are obsessed."

The little snake muttered dissatisfiedly: "You have been with the monk too much, and you also like to play riddles."

The scholar gave him a doting smile, and held out his hand: "Let's go, that's their story."

The little snake showed reluctance on his face, but he walked over immediately.

"Scholar, scholar!"

The two monsters in the mountain, obviously capable of flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, chose to use their feet to walk on this rugged mountain road.

The Dryad ran wildly all the way, his clothes were scraped off, and when he caught up with the Flower Demon, he was out of breath and in a panic.

The flower demon exhausted all her self-control, so she didn't step forward to touch him, turned her face away, and asked, "Will you see me off?"

The Dryad took a deep breath and began to untie his belt.

The flower demon heard the sound and said in surprise: "What are you doing?"

The dryad pulled his hands together, exposing his chest and said, "You don't have to take responsibility for seeing me?"

The flower demon stood still.

The dryad took a step forward, looked into the flower demon's eyes and said, "Do you want to go home with me? We are doing well, demon... no, there are not many people, but there are cute kittens, snakes, and butterflies .”

The flower demon didn't answer, a gorgeous little flower grew in his hair, and the faint fragrance of the flower wafted in the air.

As if afraid of disturbing him, the tree spirit lightly hooked his sleeve and said, "Your head is blooming again."

A drop of dew dripped from under the flower demon's eyelashes: "Does it look good?"

"It's pretty," said the Dryad.

"If it looks good, I will..."

The unfinished sentence was finally able to confide to the person he liked at this moment and here.

"Open it for you to see every day."