His old enemy deceives the world

Listening to the familiar plot, Chu Yu opened his eyes wide: "Old Zhong, you didn't mean to deliberately set up a trick to deceive me, did you?"

"If I want to keep you, do I still need to spend so much time setting up a situation?"

Chu Yu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Indeed, not to mention that Chong Cang just returned the soul feather to him, he is an old monster, but if anyone really has a little thought of stealing or taking advantage of others, then he should not be standing here now, but should be in the bedroom of Mingyang Palace He was forced to sing and sing every night to the point of kidney deficiency.

After figuring this out, Chu Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and plead guilty honestly, and said listlessly: "Okay, I'll just pay, what do you want?"

Chong Cang did not answer immediately, but pondered for a while, and just about to open his mouth, Chu Yu immediately added nervously: "But it must not be related to the agreement after three months! And it must be done if I can do it!" of!"

Chong Cang smiled meaningfully after hearing the words: "Don't worry, you can definitely do it."

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In the sleeping hall of Mingyang Palace, the three-legged lin-patterned copper stove on the table case is full of fluff. The hardworking little red bird jumped over and took out a few strands from it, wrapped them around the half-shaped silk cloth under the feet, and then He picked up the golden needle inserted in the cloth again, and continued to jump around to start threading the needle.

Although it takes time and effort to weave cloth with the body, Chu Yu has to do so. Because the feathers shed by the Suzaku can only be ironed with its own beak to turn into bright silk threads, which can broaden the meridians of the fabric and strengthen the Tao. environment effect.

And Chu Yu has been working on such a delicate job for more than half a month, but he has only barely weaved a prototype, and the reason behind it is naturally the request that Chongcang made to him that day—the so-called What he must be able to do is to ask him to weave something to wear with the fluff that has shed as compensation.

This request was so pure that Chu Yu couldn't find fault with it. After all, it was just a bit of hard work, and it was much easier than paying the demon master another child.

So these days, Chu Yu is like the kind of goblin in the book who married a man|wife to repay her kindness. She gets up early every day and works hard without complaint. It also made Chu Yu lose the opportunity to cut corners, so he could only follow the rules and do hard work, and his life was even worse than that of the landlord's child bride.

The little red bird, who was so busy working in the dark, took the time to think in a daze, he didn't seem to have thought so hard about anyone in his life, even the feather coat for Wuji, he found a ready-made garment at random and wove its tail feathers together. It was the first time he had made such a thing completely woven by his own feathers. So, if you round it up, it would be equivalent to giving birth to a child for Zhong Cang.

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Chu Yu, who was immersed in wild thoughts, didn't notice that a stickman was quietly climbing up on the edge of the table. It was lying on the edge and watching the little red bird secretly. Its flat head was protruding for a long time. .

I have to mention that this kind of thing is everywhere in Chongcang's bedroom, probably spirits nourished by the roots of Jiuxi and Wutong. Do some serious business, but recently it seems that Chu Yu's eyes are familiar, and a few bold ones popped up from the corner sporadically, wandering around in front of Chu Yu from time to time, as if frantically testing the edge of feathers.

But today's one is obviously the closest one to Chu Yu in history, but the little red bird didn't pay attention to it at all. work, until the stick man carefully pulled the corner of the piece of silk.

"Go! Go!" The little red bird immediately spread its wings impatiently, pretending to be angry and driving it aside.

But just as this one was driven away, another matchman emerged from behind and stretched out his hand to grab the silk cloth.

The little red bird immediately jumped over and threatened it with its sharp beak: "Get down quickly! Don't make trouble for me!"

Probably because of the accumulation of water, these little things became daring when there were more of them, and they rushed up in a pile from behind Chu Yu, looking like they were trying to tear away the half-woven silk.

"It's against you!"

The little red bird was furious, it drove it back and forth, but when it was always unable to do what it wanted, a stickman found a gap in a short while, grabbed a corner of the silk cloth and jumped down, screaming in a shrill voice while running Said: "I got it! Mine! Mine!"

And this winner was followed by a large group of unsuccessful stickmen chasing after him, shouting: "Mine! Mine! Mine!"

"Presumptuous!" Chu Yu finally couldn't take it anymore, jumped off the table and spit out a mouthful of green fire at the middle of the pile of little bastards.

"Ah—killing! Killing!" The stickmen screamed and dispersed.

Only the fiery red silk cloth was left slowly falling, and the green flame that Chu Yu spit out just now was still burning on it, but after a few flashes, it was almost extinguished, and the little red bird went up and stepped on two paws, and the flame was completely exhausted. Dissipated.But after such grinding, the silk cloth is still intact, and there is even a faint blazing luster flowing on it, as if it has absorbed the cluster of flames.

——I think that when the work is finally finished, even the hottest white inflammation, this fabric can perfectly absorb it.

Thinking of this, the little red bird proudly picked up the silk cloth, bounced back to the table, and planned to continue weaving, but at this moment, a dark blue embossed gate suddenly appeared at the end of the enchantment of the bedroom , the little red bird paused, thinking that Chong Cang had returned?However, many tribes in the Far East of the Demon Realm have not surrendered yet, and Chong Cang is also busy dispatching troops and generals to conquest, so how could he still find time to oversee the work?

Just as he was thinking, Chong Cang's figure appeared. He looked normal, and after slowly scanning the dormitory, he fixed his eyes on the table, and the little red bird also tilted his head slightly. Looking at him suspiciously, he opened his mouth after a long while and said, "Old Chong? Why are you back? You said earlier that you asked someone to investigate the traces of Wuyin, but now there is news?"

Chong Cang remained silent, but his dark pupils seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of veil. He walked over, and under Chu Yu's hesitant gaze, he knelt down slowly and said, "Chu Chu."

"Ah Zi!?" The little red bird was startled, immediately jumped down and turned into a human body, helped him up and said, "How did you find...? No, how did you get into Chong Cang's bedroom?"

"I miss Chuchu so much." Ah Zi didn't get up, but hugged Chu Yu's thigh nostalgicly, like a lonely big dog, and dawdled, "I'm afraid I won't see you again."

"What are you talking about?" Chu Yu patted his head, but his brows were tightly frowned.

"Chuchu, don't you want to see me?" Ah Zi raised her head, her face was exactly the same as Chong Cang's, but there was a completely different expression - obscure and unspeakable loss, joy of seeing you again, and restless pleading... ...These complex and vivid emotions have never been expressed by Chong Cang.

But does that mean he doesn't have them?Chu Yu remembered that Chong Cang once said that the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in his heart do not have to be expressed. Does that mean that he may also be like Ah Zi, tossing and turning every night and suffering terribly for his pity?

"I know Chu Chu likes the demon lord, you sleep with him every day, you won't remember me at all." Ah Zi's voice brought Chu Yu back to reality, he stood up from Chu Yu's feet, slightly messy The hair casts a few shadows on the side of the face.

Although he is no longer as childish and rascal as before, Chu Yu felt even more pity for the buried loneliness. He reached out and caressed Ah Zi's cheek, and said, "It's nothing, we just... just have some things to discuss .”

This reason is so far-fetched that even Chu Yu himself feels far-fetched, and he doesn't know if the current Ah Zi will believe it. He looked up at the man in front of him timidly, and saw Ah Zi suddenly smiled, and said with some sadness: "Chuchu, I'm not a child anymore, I know I've made things difficult for you."

"Ah Zi..." Chu Yu's throat was filled with a bitter sourness. Chong Cang had always thought that if he had to choose between the two, he would choose Ah Zi, but in fact only he himself understood——

"I will never say those stupid things again." Ah Zi said, "I won't embarrass you anymore...Chuchu, can you let me stay by your side? ..."

"Okay! Ah Zi!" Chu Yu suddenly interrupted him, adjusted his emotions and said softly: "You are never inferior to other monsters. When all the things on my side are over, I will try to get your body How about transplanting it outside Qiongtu Mountain? Then you will be free, and you can do what you want..."

"Aren't I inferior to others? How about compared to the Demon Lord?" Ah Zi suddenly asked.

"Ah Zi, you know..." Chu Yu hesitated to speak several times, and finally said ambiguously: "You are different."

As he spoke, he frowned and looked away, so he didn't see the dim and fierce light flashing past Ah Zi's eyes, but when the two looked at each other again, Ah Zi's expression of sadness had recovered, and he said: "I don't want to go anywhere, Chuchu, my home is where you are, and... I don't know how long I can be with you."

"Why do you say that?" Chu Yu heard an ominous smell from it, and asked immediately.

A'Zi pulled up a part of her sleeve, exposing her forearm, and said flatly: "I've already said...he can't tolerate me."

"This is..." Chu Yu's eyes showed horror, he grabbed his wrist, stared at the chapped and broken skin that showed the original appearance of bark, and said eagerly: "How could this be? It obviously sucked my essence, Your realm shouldn't retreat so quickly!"

Judging by the extent of the damage to the skin, if things go on like this, it won't be long before Ah Zi degenerates back into a tree in the painting.

"Chuchu, my existence is at the mercy of his life and death. If he doesn't want me to exist, then I will be annihilated." Ah Zi folded her arms, and softly uttered a sentence that seemed to be pleading and seductive: "Please, Chuchu, I don't want any response from you, as long as I can keep you by my side all the time, then I have nothing else to ask for."

The author has something to say: Chong Cang: Chu Yu, I will make you fall in love with me sooner or later.

Azi: Chuchu, as long as I can stay by your side, I will die without regret.

Chu Yu: One forced marriage, one green tea, I choose death.