The grass has a name.

it's clear.

The warm sunlight shines down and lands on the snow-covered ground.

A fairy grass in a potted plant by the window slowly shook its leaves. Jian Zhen looked outside. Hmm, she woke up in the fairy mountain today.

A breeze blew over and the grass shivered from the cold.

Jian Zhen's little leaf curled up and rubbed his hands. Of course, he had always been able to feel cold and heat, but the fairy mountain was covered with heavy snow all year round, so he had long been accustomed to it. This was the first time he felt the cold.

There were footsteps heard not far away.

The voices of the children's discussions slowly came from the path: "Have you heard that the eldest disciple of Peak Master Ling Can died of a severed vein in the North Sea."

"Why is it so tragic?"

"I heard that he was killed by a demon witch in revenge."

"The demons are truly capable of all kinds of evil!"

"Yes, the demon clan was the lowest among the four major clans back then. If it weren't for the appearance of the demon god Ye Jisheng..."

The little boy immediately stopped him and said, "Shh, stop talking. The Immortal Venerable doesn't allow us to discuss this."

The other party had no choice but to shut up.

Across the stone path, the highest point of the fairy mountain is the residence of the Immortal Lord Changsheng, Fu Changhuan. The main hall is noble and bright, standing in the vast snow, cold and noble.

The little boy stood by the window, looking at the grass in the pot and said, "You are awake."

Jian Zhen, who was listening to their gossip, tapped the leaves gently, and it just woke up!

The little boy leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you? You seem a little depressed."

You know, in the past, when the sun went down, the spiritual energy of the fairy mountain was the strongest, and the fairy grass would always hold its head high and chest out after waking up, waving in the wind vigorously, and was particularly lively. But today, the leaves have slightly folded up.

Think of this.

The little boy said nervously, "Oh no! Are you sick? You are the most precious herb of the Immortal Master. He is in seclusion now. What shall I do if something happens to you?"

Because the sound was a little loud, Jane, who was a little drowsy in the basin, was frightened by him!

The fairy grass shook its head, stretched out its hand helplessly, and dropped its slender branch on the child and patted him. "Don't worry, it's just a little cold today. I, the fairy grass, won't get sick!"

The child looked at its green leaves and branches with some concern: "You have been dormant for longer than before these days, you..."

There was a breeze blowing from afar, but Jian Zhen's sleepy mind was a little distracted. She couldn't hear what the child said behind her and fell into a deep sleep again.

Until I feel the warmth again.

The warm sun shines down and falls on the grass, bringing warmth.

The rising sun of the demon clan dyed the sky red. The towering Demon God Temple faced the sunlight. The wind chimes under the eaves swayed gently in the wind, making clear and melodious sounds.

Jane Zhen woke up to this light voice.

When looking outside, I saw a dark figure standing in the flower garden not far away. The sunlight fell on Ye Jisheng's gold-plated robe. His tall and slender body and handsome profile often made people ignore his dangerousness. There were some grasses and flowers planted outside the hall of the Demon Realm. At this moment, Ye Jisheng was standing there, watering the flowers in a casual posture, but even with the grass and trees as a backdrop, his back still contained a layer of coldness.

Almost without looking back.

Jane was really watching when she heard Ye Jisheng's words: "Awake?"

As the only fairy grass with a mind in the entire Demon Realm Mountain, Jian Zhen obediently tapped the branches and slept soundly. She finally woke up!!

Ye Jisheng trimmed the branches and leaves of the flowers and plants, and said in a calm voice: "The nature of the glass stone is cold. Although it can help you gather your soul, it will inevitably cause the cold air to enter your body and make you suffer. If you can't bear it, replace it and practice for another hundred years before using it again."

The grass in the pot was stunned!

It had always thought that it felt sleepy because it was trying to grow and transform, but it didn't expect it was because of the energy problem of the glass stone!

The breeze blew gently, and the grass on the windowsill was stunned, staring at the person in front of it stupidly.

Ye Jisheng turned around, his dark robe swept across the floor, the fallen flowers and leaves brushed against the corners of his robe. He had a noble temperament, and his pair of red eyes that no one dared to look into were tinged with a smile: "Stupid idiot."

Jian Zhen: “…”

It's not stupid! It's just not smart!!

The grass leaves on the windowsill trembled. Some of the annoyed leaves pinched their waists, regained their former vitality, looked at Ye Jisheng angrily, and tried hard to show their backbone and wisdom.

Ye Jisheng raised his hand and watered some plants in the flowerbed.

Jian Zhen looked carefully and found that it was his favorite jade dew. The water was sweet and he could sleep well every time he watered it with this water.

Seems to be sensitive.

Ye Jisheng looked over and saw a man in black standing under the eaves. The high and mighty demon god was holding a jade pot in his fair hands. His eyes narrowed slightly on his handsome face, as if he remembered something: "Oh..."

The grass in the pot shook its leaves excitedly.

The tender green branches of Jane Zhen swayed gently in the wind, full of anticipation. Come quickly, come quickly, I finally remembered the herbal medicine, please water it for me quickly~!

Ye Jisheng said slowly: "I remember now, I have already watered you just now."

Jian Zhen realized it later:?!

I looked down and found that the soil in my pot was indeed wet and had the scent of jade dew water. It turned out that it had drunk it before it woke up.

Ye Jisheng curled the corners of his lips slightly and turned away.

Jian Zhen in the basin: "..."

The puffed up grass shook its leaves. The bad guy teased it again! !

The climate in the demon world is warm. On a sunny afternoon, the breeze caresses the eaves, bringing a comfortable atmosphere. The grass along the window is dozing off slightly tipsy, and faint voices of conversation can be heard coming from inside the hall.

"Today is another red moon. Your Majesty, are you going to travel again?"

"For a hundred years, I have studied this curse day and night, but I still cannot solve it. I feel ashamed of you, Your Majesty."

"Recently, Wanmie Mountain has been in turmoil, with strange phenomena appearing everywhere, and the curse on you has also been affected."

Jian really didn't understand what was being said, and curiously stuck his head out to look into the hall, only to see a white-haired old man standing against the light in front of the great hall. He was wearing a brown coffee-colored robe, with a chain made of gourds and skulls hanging around his waist. He recognized this man. During the hundred years in the Demon Realm Mountain, he had seen many people, including this old man, the high priest of the Demon Realm.

The high priest said, "Your Majesty, according to my research, the curse on you is related to the ancient demon mountain Wanmie Mountain. Only a treasure with the power of heaven and earth can break it. I heard that you passed by the North Sea a few days ago and got a luminous glass stone. It is said that the stone has the power to gather souls and transform into human form. I wonder..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer was heard in the hall.

Ye Jisheng stood under the eaves, the afterglow of the setting sun falling on him, making his back look slender. "Do you think that the stone that the Siren Clan refined in less than a thousand years will be useful to me?"

The high priest hurriedly folded his hands and bowed to apologize: "Your Majesty is the body of a demon god, so of course I can't use it. I am too concerned about your health."

Ye Jisheng raised his hand, his hand slender under the black robe: "No need to say more."

The grass on the windowsill stretched out its little leaves and listened carefully to what the two people were saying, but only half understood.

Jian Zhen actually knew some secrets of the Demon God. After all, every time the red moon came, if he woke up in the Demon Palace, he would not be able to see Ye Jisheng.

The high priest always said that this was the curse of Wanmie Mountain.

It didn't know what the curse was, but they, as plants, were most sensitive to scents. Every time that day came, the murderous and violent aura on Ye Jisheng's body would become even heavier.

Just thinking about it.

Someone looked at it, and the priest asked in surprise, "Is this the luminous glass stone?"

The sunlight shines on the windowsill eaves. The glazed crystal flowerpot is translucent and luxurious, overflowing with spiritual energy. A tender green and soft fairy grass stands in the basin, which gives the usually solemn and cold hall a rare feeling of tranquility.

The priest's gaze was so penetrating and scrutinizing that it made the grass on the windowsill feel inexplicably nervous.

Ye Jisheng's words fell lightly: "The priest has good eyesight."

After hearing the words of the Demon Lord, the priest quickly withdrew his gaze and just smiled and said, "This old minister is also the first time to see this treasure of the sea clan. It is indeed very powerful and a rare treasure in the world. This fairy grass should be able to transform into a human form soon. Since it is a spiritual plant raised by your Excellency, I wonder if you have given it a name?"

The grass on the windowsill, which was originally growing slowly, perked up after hearing these words!

Give a name?

It has a name!!

In fact, if it wasn't mentioned, it would have almost forgotten. In its previous life, he was actually a college student. Later, he fell ill and died. When he woke up again and regained consciousness, he had already turned into a grass. The past hundred years in the Fairy Mountain and the Demon Palace gradually made his memory of his previous life a little blurred, but he always remembered his name and who he was.

Ye Jisheng turned around, his red eyes fell on the window, and he said in a calm voice: "Well, it really should have a name."

The high priest smiled and said, "This is the first time that Your Majesty has given a name to someone. It is a great blessing. May I ask what name Your Majesty would like to give it?"

You have to know that there are countless people in the demon world, but although Ye Jisheng is powerful, his temperament is unstable. For thousands of years, let alone the harem, no one from the Three Realms has ever gotten close to him. But he is the only one who has been raised closely and given a name. This person will definitely have great fortune in the future. Now that he helps to ask for grace, this grass will definitely be grateful to him in the future.

Ye Jisheng's dark robe swept across the cold floor, his handsome face showing a hint of amusement: "Since it is a magical herb, let's call it..."

The leaves of the grass planted in the flowerpot trembled, and it listened unconsciously.

The high priest became inexplicably nervous.

Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Just call me Zhuzhu."

The magic grass in the pot froze.

The high priest smiled and said, "What a good name, Pearl, it is also a treasure. This magical herb is a rare spiritual plant in the world. Your Majesty is indeed wise!!"

Jane Zhen was completely shocked.

What a fart!!

Whose good person is called Pig? Doesn't it have any dignity?! The grass on the windowsill shook its head and tried hard to express its dissatisfaction to let them know.

The high priest's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he took the initiative to say: "Your Majesty, look, it's moving. It must be happy to have this name!"

Jian Zhen: “…”