How about I kill Fu Changhuan?

Jian Zhen stood there for a long time, unable to come back to her senses.

Fu Changhuan's eyes seemed to be more serious. He stared at Jian Zhen and said, "Jian Zhen, you are the immortal grass that was nurtured by the ancient sacred mountain Wanmie Mountain for billions of years. You are the purest and kindest spiritual plant in the world. You have a kind heart, so it is normal for you to have compassion on him. But you gave birth to the little demon god for the demon clan, and you have already repaid his kindness for cultivating you for a hundred years. There is really no need to worry too much."

A breeze blew over, bringing a slight chill.

And the sweet fragrance of flowers planted outside the Demon Realm Palace. These are the flowers that Ye Jisheng has arranged for his maids to grow over the past hundred years. They are also the familiar scent that Jian Zhen has often smelled by the window over the past hundred years.

Jian Zhen gently shook her head and said, "No."

"It's not because of a favor." He couldn't explain it, but he looked up at Fu Changhuan with clear eyes and said, "Master Immortal, thank you for telling me today. I understand everything."

Fu Changhuan wanted to say something else.

Jian Zhen took a step and turned around and said, "This is not the place to talk. Lord Immortal, you should go back first. If there is a chance, we can talk in detail. I, I have to go back now."

Fu Changhuan noticed that his steps were a bit messy, and after a moment of silence, he did not try to stop the confused man from leaving.

Jian Zhen indeed returned to the hall in a daze.

The nurses in the hall finally coaxed the baby to sleep. When they saw Jian Zhen coming in from outside, they smiled and said, "Your Highness is very sensible. He knows that you have been working hard in the hall today, so he didn't make any noise and has fallen asleep."

Jian Zhen walked to the crib and looked at the child sleeping in the wooden bed.

With his fair and tender little face and long eyelashes as he closes his eyes, he looks cute and adorable as he sleeps. He is so carefree and unaware of any suffering in the world.

A maid came in from outside.

The maid lifted the tray and said, "The Lord wrote a new recipe a few days ago and asked me to cook meat patties for the little prince myself. The kitchen has prepared all the ingredients. Does the Lord want to go over now?"

Jian Zhen came back to his senses from his distraction, he said: "Oh... um, okay."

When he was sitting in the chair, he couldn't help but think too much. It would be much better if he could find something to do.

The maid led the way.

Jian Zhen was standing in the kitchen. Because Xiaohong's growth rate was different from that of ordinary children, he ate meals such as meat patties faster than ordinary children. However, the meat patties that the demons ate were always undercooked, and the baby sometimes didn't like to eat them.

The cook said, "Sir, I will prepare the meal according to your instructions, shall I?"

Jian Zhen shook her head and said, "I'll do it myself."

The cook did not object and gave up the kitchen.

Jian Zhen tried to fry the meat patties according to the steps she remembered. The meat slowly changed color in the pan, but when she tried to lift it out with the spatula, it stuck to the pan. She tried to turn the meat patty over with the spatula, but found that it was already burnt.

After putting down the spatula, Jian Zhen sighed softly.

The sun sets in the afternoon.

Jian Zhen fried a few pieces of pancakes. He placed them in a bowl beside him and tasted a few bites. The pancakes had a dark and sticky texture, and were a bit hard and dry. He held the plate and sat on the steps and ate two pieces.

Until someone came and stood in front of him.

Ye Jisheng's tall figure blocked out some of the afternoon sunlight. He said, "Did that bastard White Hair come here and screw you up so that you can even eat something like this?"

Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment. There were so many flaws in this sentence that he didn't know where to start complaining.

Put down the tasteless cake in your mouth.

Jian Zhen looked up and said, "Who is Baimao?"

Ye Jisheng smiled meaningfully: "What do you think?"

Jian Zhen: “…”

Are you talking about the Immortal Lord?

Jian Zhen asked tentatively: "Do you know he is coming?"

Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Otherwise, do you think I am so easy to deceive?"

Jian Zhen would always refresh his admiration for Ye Jisheng's power from time to time. He held the plate and asked, "Then you actually agreed to let me meet with the Immortal Lord?"

Ye Jisheng sneered: "If I don't let you see him, you won't meet him?"

Why does this sound a little weird?

Jane Zhen felt a little uncomfortably thinking, as if she were a cheating wife caught by her husband.

but……

Does it really seem that way?

Jian Zhen coughed lightly, and said in a gentle voice: "The Immortal Venerable just came to see me..."

Ye Jisheng said indifferently, "I am not interested in Fu Changhuan's purpose. If he dares to sneak into the Demon Realm again, I will catch him and tie him up at the gate of the Demon Realm, and let him stay there for as long as he wants."

Jian Zhen often seems out of tune with the boss's thinking because she is not perverted enough.

Xiaocao took a deep breath and was about to speak.

Ye Jisheng took the plate from his hand and said, "Come in."

Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked into the kitchen with him.

Ye Jisheng was wearing a dark-colored robe with gold trimmings. His tall and dignified figure seemed a little out of place when he stood in the kitchen. However, the man rolled up his sleeves, stood by the stove, performed a spell to clean the stove, and dropped the meat pie into the pot. His movements were natural and skillful, and exceptionally beautiful, like flowing water.

Jian Zhen was stunned watching from the side.

If anyone in the Three Realms saw this scene, their jaw would drop in surprise.

The high and mighty, cruel and ruthless demon god cooked meat patties with his son, and even sprinkled some salt on the meat patties to ensure the palatability.

The aroma soon filled the kitchen.

Jian Zhen obediently watched Ye Jisheng put the meat pie on the plate and said, "Come and try it."

"good."

He walked over, picked up a piece of meat patty with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. The soft and crispy taste instantly spread between his lips and teeth. Jian Zhen's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but take another bite.

Ye Jisheng reminded him: "No one is competing with you for it, eat slowly."

Jian Zhen almost choked. After quickly finishing a piece of cake, he looked at Ye Jisheng and asked softly, "Why do you cook like that?"

Ye Jisheng washed his hands slowly and said calmly, "I forgot."

Jane was really dumbfounded: "Forgot?"

“Yes.” Ye Jisheng said, “After I passed the Spiritual Transformation Stage and successfully became a God after passing the calamity at the Wanmie Mountain, I forgot all the memories of my past. There are only some records left.”

Jian Zhen said: "Then don't you know what kind of person you were before?"

A scornful smile flashed across Ye Jisheng's handsome face. He said, "Based on the situation of the demons back then, it's not hard to guess that they were just sold as slaves, living worse than pigs and dogs. The faces of the people in these three realms are nothing unexpected."

Jane fell silent unconsciously.

The meat pie in my mouth didn’t seem as delicious anymore.

The afternoon sun shines in, bringing a little residual warmth, and the kitchen is still filled with the smell of smoke.

Jian Zhen said, "I think the Three Realms are so big, maybe there are exceptions?"

Ye Jisheng glanced at him sideways.

Jian Zhen bit the cake in her mouth and said, "Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely treat you well if I had eaten such delicious cake tens of millions of years ago."

Ye Jisheng sneered: "Is this all that I have that is worthy of your attention?"

Jian Zhen looked up, and her dark eyes reflected Ye Jisheng's figure clearly. She just stared at him, and the midday sun fell on her shoulders. He suddenly smiled, and said in a crisp voice with a smile: "You are also good-looking."

Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows, and looked at the person beside him with red eyes. The aura around him was dangerous and powerful. He said, "Do you know where the last person who praised my good looks went?"

Jane was really curious: "Where did you go?"

Ye Jisheng curled his lips and said, "He went to hell."

Jian Zhen: “…”

Xiaocao's smile disappeared immediately.

But when I think about it carefully, after staying in the demon clan for so long, it seems that no one has ever praised the appearance of the Demon Lord.

even.

There are many impressions and comments about Ye Jisheng in the Three Realms, but few people would comment on the appearance of the Demon Lord. But to be honest, Ye Jisheng is very handsome, his facial features are delicate and deep, and his pair of red eyes are like gems, giving people a soul-stirring feeling, but not vulgar. The Demon Lord's temperament is threatening and powerful, and his tall body and powerful aura often make people dare not look directly at him.

Jian Zhen suppressed the weak fear in her heart and asked, "Why?"

Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Forgot."

Jian Zhen: “…”

Boss, you have a bad memory!

But for some reason, every time Ye Jisheng said this, he always felt a little regretful.

Jian Zhen said: "It would be great if there was a way to restore your memory."

Seeing that he was eating quickly, Ye Jisheng casually handed him a glass of water and said, "I don't care about what happened tens of millions of years ago. Not everyone is like that white-haired guy, a loser who is stuck in the past and can't get out."

Jane almost choked on the meat pie in her mouth.

Ye Jisheng asked him to drink some water while asking, "Why did you think of doing this?"

Jian Zhen explained: "My baby likes to eat cooked meat patties, so I wanted to try making them myself..."

yes!

This is for babies to eat!

Jian Zhen looked at the last piece on the plate, then looked at Ye Jisheng with some guilt.

Ye Jisheng said indifferently: "You eat yours, and let the cook prepare his."

Jane really said: "You don't do it for the baby?"

Ye Jisheng sneered and said, "I'm not a cook, so what kind of cake should I make for him?"

Jian Zhen lowered her eyes and bit the cake, thinking to herself, how are you going to cook for me? Are you my cook?

The devil worked as his cook.

It seems to sound a bit glorious.

The kitchen was cozy in the afternoon. Soon the kid in the Demon Palace woke up. Jian Zhen handed the last piece of cake in the plate to the child. The little guy really loved it when he took a bite of it. He didn't even cry.

Jian Zhen said: "This little guy is really happy as long as he has something to eat."

The nurse smiled and said, "No, that's not the case. Usually we prepare some delicious food for His Highness, but His Highness doesn't eat much. He only likes the food fed by His Majesty and His Majesty."

Jian Zhen's eyebrows curved, he lowered his eyes to look at the child in the little clothes, and said softly: "Xiaohong, you must grow up quickly, when you grow up, Daddy will make more delicious food for you."

Ye Jisheng smiled with an ambiguous meaning.

Jian Zhen remembered the kitchen she had fried before, and she coughed lightly, then said to the baby, "You can ask your father to cook for you."

The little baby was also very happy to hear this. He opened his little hands and a small flower toy was placed beside the bed. It swayed in the wind and finally fell to the ground and was picked up by the nanny.

Jane Zhen said: "He likes this toy very much?"

The nurse explained: "The little prince has strong magic power, but he can't control it well. He used to erase some of the toys, but not now. This flower has a mechanism. It needs to be rotated with a certain amount of magic to open. After opening, the petals will bloom. The little prince likes it very much, but he has never mastered the trick, so he has never seen it bloom."

Jane herself became interested: "It's so magical."

The nanny smiled and nodded: "Yes."

After returning the toy to the baby, Jian Zhen smiled and said, "Then you have to work hard and try to open the mechanism."

The little baby's round face was full of grievance as he held the unopened toy in his hand.

Ye Jisheng sneered.

Before Jian Zhen could react, the man's magic power fell down and landed squarely on the toy. Not long after his magic power was injected into it, the toy flower bloomed, revealing carefully carved petals that were crystal clear and exceptionally beautiful.

Jian Zhen's eyes lit up, and he said, "It's open, how did you measure the magic power so quickly?"

Ye Jisheng said calmly: "No need to test, as long as you inject enough magic power, the mechanism will open naturally when it can't withstand the magic power."

While speaking.

Ye Jisheng threw the toy back to the doll, his eyes fell on the little baby, and he said, "See? You can only get what you want when you are strong enough."

Jian Zhen: “…”

How can there be such a hardcore parenting method as yours? !

However.

What surprised Jian Zhen the most was that although the baby on the bed was confused and didn't quite understand what Ye Jisheng said, the little baby seemed to be stimulated by the scene just now and learned it without any instruction.

The round and soft little hands opened, and an invisible magical power spread out. Under the catalysis of the magic power, the toy flower could not withstand the gradually increasing pressure, and finally trembled in the air and bloomed again.

Jian Zhen was surprised and asked, "Won't Xiaohong's magic power be sealed?"

Ye Jisheng lazily sat on a chair beside him and said, "I said that this seal can only be broken by him. He can use as much as he can control."

Jane Zhen suddenly understood.

The purpose of the seal that Ye Jisheng gave to the child was not to seal his power, but to allow the child to master the power he could master in the process of using the power. These powers would slowly break through the seal as the child grew up and gained better control of his own power. It turned out that Ye Jisheng had already considered these things at the very beginning.

Everything he did was always silent and profound.

In the crib.

Jian Zhen lowered his eyes and looked at the little baby who was having fun. In the past, he thought that the Demon God was too powerful and overbearing. Maybe he would be a good monarch but not a good father. However, he did a good job.

The nurse smiled and said, "Your Highness is so smart, you will definitely be less of a worry to me in the future."

Jian Zhen's brows softened. He looked at the child in the cradle and gently squeezed his little hand. He only hoped that the child would be able to grow up to be a worry-free elder in the future. However, with great power comes endless responsibility.

His children are no exception.

The same is true of his night voice.

next day

Night falls.

The heavy night sky fell, covering the night with a layer of gauze. Today was another red moon night. In the past, Ye Jisheng would go into seclusion on this day, and Jian Zhen would never interfere.

But today, Jian Zhen stepped into the territory of Hantan.

Boundless cold air hit me in the face.

Jian Zhen walked up step by step and finally stopped in front of the cold pond.

Ye Jisheng sat by the cold pond, his black hair in the water, the curse mark spreading from his neck. It was only vaguely visible before, but now the hot red curse mark was clearly visible. When Jian Zhen stood beside him, he opened his eyes.

Jian Zhen squatted down and his hand fell on Ye Jisheng's body. The curse mark was hot and stinging, and his white fingertips were red, but he endured the pain and did not pull back, because he knew that the pain in his fingertips was not half of what Ye Jisheng was enduring at the moment.

Ye Jisheng asked: "What are you doing here?"

Jane really said: "I want to come and see you."

"Did you listen to what that white-haired guy said?" Ye Jisheng's eyes were as red as blood. His tone was so light that no one could detect the pain in his voice: "He asked you to come over?"

Jian Zhen said: "He said you were going to die."

Ye Jisheng did not refute. The man just smiled and said calmly, "So what?"

Jane Zhen's eyes instantly turned red.

Ye Jisheng didn't care. He looked at Jian Zhen and said in an ambiguous tone, "When I'm gone, no one will restrict your freedom. With the Yi Yan Pill, you can freely go anywhere in the Three Realms. Are you unhappy?"

Jane really said: "I'm not happy."

Ye Jisheng was a little surprised: "Isn't this what you always wanted?"

Jane really said: "No."

Ye Jisheng didn't say anything. He just said, "You left the Demon Realm Mountain when you first transformed. If it weren't for me and Fu Changhuan's wanted order, you would have been free long ago. Are you afraid that if I'm gone, no one will be able to check and control Fu Changhuan?"

It was rare that he didn't call Baimao.

Ye Jisheng seemed to be surrounded by an endless chill and danger. He smiled and said slowly, "Why don't I kill Fu Changhuan before I die? After that, no one in the Three Realms will be able to restrain you. How do you think?"

It seemed that killing a person, even the leader of the immortal race, was just a matter of raising his hand.

Ye Jisheng is always like this. When he gets crazy, he does whatever he wants. Wherever he is, everyone in the three realms holds their breath even when they fall asleep. They are afraid of him, but also submit to him.

Jane really said: "No matter."

Ye Jisheng's smile faded, and there was a chill on his face, very faint.

Jian Zhen said gently, "When I'm with you, I don't feel constrained. You never stop me wherever I go. You may be mean sometimes, but you've never hurt me. You always see me when I want to see you. It's strange. You're always so mean, but I'm happy when I'm with you. I want to be with you, not just now, but for many years to come. I think so."

Ye Jisheng remained silent, but there seemed to be an uncontrollable fire burning in his eyes.

At the edge of the cold pond, the fragile and soft boy looked at him quietly. Jian Zhen's voice was very soft, but with a firm strength. He said: "Ye Jisheng, you said you never believe in fate, and you don't worship the heaven. I don't believe in it either. So if the heaven wants to kill you, I won't allow it."

Ye Jisheng smiled. The scarlet curse on his figure looked extremely painful, but he looked up and said nonchalantly, "You dare to say such a thing? Are you really not afraid at all?"

Jane said honestly: "I'm afraid."

There was silence all around.

His voice fell: "But I am more afraid of losing you."

Thanks for your support! Happy weekend, kids!