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When Princess Changle's hand was about to reach the branch of the magic grass, she was bounced back by an extremely strong spiritual energy before she could exert any strength.

The spiritual energy was vast and extended like a gust of wind, the snow on the eaves of the temple was shaken down, the whole mountain seemed to shake with it, and the spiritual energy radiated between heaven and earth.

In the main hall at the foot of Yunfeng Mountain, sat a group of elders from the immortal clan and people from various ethnic groups who came to participate in the Moon Worship Ceremony.

The spiritual energy spread to the temple.

Fu Changhuan, who was sitting in the first seat and talking with several elderly elders, suddenly stopped moving. A solemn expression appeared on his usually cold and calm face. He stood up and was about to walk outside.

The elder saw this and asked quickly, "What happened?"

Fu Changhuan cupped his hands and said, "The protective formation I set up in my palace has been triggered. I will go back and check it out first and will be back soon."

The demon king sitting next to him asked in confusion: "Your residence is on the top of the Cloud Peak. Who dares to do this?"

Fu Changhuan didn't even have time to answer before he turned around and left.

Countless guests in the entire palace saw the immortal king sitting on the supreme throne leave his seat. Everyone looked suspicious and speculated one after another whether something had happened to the immortal clan.

The elder said, "I know Wangyou's character best. If nothing important hadn't happened, he would never have acted like this. I think something must have happened."

There is snow in the fairy mountain all year round and the climate is icy cold.

The child under the eaves was almost half-kneeling: "Princess, Princess, please stop it..."

When Fu Changhuan came over, he could only see blue aggressive spiritual energy rushing towards the magic circle by the window. Although his mental magic array protected the pot of grass from harm, the collision of the two spiritual energies was bound to affect the fairy grass in it. When leaves fell from the sky, the green stung his eyes.

"stop!"

The sound containing profound Taoism echoed under the eaves of the palace.

Changle only felt a surge of true energy with a sharp aura rushing towards her. She had to stretch out her hand to resist, but she still could not resist the power of the Supreme Immortal. She was forced to step back a few steps and hit the pillar behind her, causing severe pain in her back.

Fu Changhuan's figure appeared in an instant.

Changle looked up at him and said with some grievance: "Brother Wangyou..."

But all he saw was Fu Changhuan standing by the window checking the condition of the fairy grass. The man coming from a distance still seemed to have a lingering chill from the ice and snow, but his movements of stretching out his hand and using his spiritual power to check the grass were so gentle.

The grass by the window was frightened and its branches trembled slightly.

Fu Changhuan's hand gently fell on its branches and leaves, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

This scene deeply stimulated Princess Changle's eyes. It was rumored that the Immortal Lord Wangyou had the coldest temperament, but she just liked such a bright and clear person. She thought the Immortal Lord was like this to everyone, but she didn't expect that you were not like that.

Changle stepped forward: "Brother..."

"Princess." Fu Changhuan's voice interrupted her first. He was wearing a brocade robe with a layer of gold silk cloud pattern for the festival today. He looked noble but cold: "I have been practicing in the mountains since I was young. I have long since left the worldly affairs behind. I cannot bear to be called brother."

Changle could hardly believe what he heard. He had been shouting like this since he was a child, so why didn't he do that now?

Why?

Could it be... just because of this pot of grass?

Changle's eyes suddenly turned red. She had been spoiled since she was a child. She said, "Brother Wangyou, are you angry with me? This is just a pot of grass!"

Fu Changhuan suddenly glanced at her sideways, his eyes colder than ever in tens of millions of years.

Princess Changle felt inexplicably guilty under these gazes, and finally lowered her head and said, "And I don't intend to do anything with this pot of grass, it's just that my mother is ill, and I heard the little boy say that this is a rare spiritual plant in the world, so I wanted to pick a leaf to cure her."

Jian Zhen, who had just recovered from the shock and was sitting by the window, shook the branches gently after hearing these words. The place where the leaves had just fallen still felt a dull pain.

Fu Changhuan's gaze fell on the little boy.

The little boy knelt down in fear and said, "Immortal Lord, I was so careless in preparing for the hall that I let the princess in. Please punish me, Immortal Lord."

Fu Changhuan's face was cold and he said calmly, "Go and accept your punishment."

The little boy responded without hesitation.

Princess Changle was a little unconvinced and said, "Why did Brother Wangyou punish him? If he was punished for letting me in, then he might as well punish me too!"

Fu Changhuan looked at the grass with drooping branches by the window. The coldness around him seemed like frost and snow that could not be melted. He said nothing.

This moment of silence was particularly long.

Princess Changle felt a little happy in her heart. It seemed that the Immortal Forget-Your-Sorrow still had feelings for her and would certainly be reluctant to punish her.

Fu Changhuan finished his words: "Today is the Immortal Clan's festival. All the clans have come from far away to be honored guests. Your Highness is the princess of the demon clan. Even if you make a mistake, it should be decided by His Majesty the Demon King. It is not my turn to interfere."

Princess Changle was stunned. What did this mean?

It's not that I don't want to punish her, but for the sake of the festival and because of her identity, I can't punish her?

After Fu Changhuan cast a soothing spell on the fairy grass, he turned around and looked at her: "The princess's mother is ill. I will ask my men to prepare the elixir and send it to her, but this fairy grass I raised...you can't touch it."

Changle looked up at him.

Everyone in the world said that the immortal's Taoism was unfathomable, that he could slay evil spirits above and demons below, and that he was a well-deserved sword immortal. But today, she finally saw the fierce aura in him.

It was also today that she finally realized that in the Immortal Lord's heart, her weight was not even as important as a blade of grass.

…

at night

Jian Zhen, who was frightened during the day, closed her eyes and rested in the flowerpot.

It snows all year round in the fairy mountain and the climate is cold. After being integrated with the cold air of the luminous glass stone, it is more afraid of cold than before. When the sun sets in the west, the whole grass shrinks into a ball.

Until warm water drops fall.

The sleepy Jian Zhen only felt a gentle sensation when the branch received the drop of water, and then she woke up completely from her dream.

All around was the familiar scent of sandalwood that belonged to the fairy mountains.

Jian Zhen smelled the scent of blood almost as soon as she woke up. The fairy grass shook its leaves instantly. She looked at Fu Changhuan in confusion, and saw someone standing beside her with his sleeves put down.

Fu Changhuan saw that it had woken up, and his jade-like cold face was tinged with tenderness: "Awake?"

The grass leaves in the pot nodded gently and looked at him curiously.

Fu Changhuan seemed to know his doubts and said, "You were frightened today and your mind is unstable. My heart blood is the most nourishing thing in the world. Do you feel better now?"

The little grass, which was originally just confused, froze after hearing this.

Heart, bleeding heart?!

Jian Zhen's leaves suddenly stood up, shook anxiously, and looked at him worriedly.

Fu Changhuan just smiled gently: "It's okay, although it's troublesome to take the blood from my heart, it will be fine after a while. I didn't protect you well today, it's my fault. My blood will help you transform. I really look forward to what you will look like after transforming. You will definitely be very beautiful."

Jane was really silent.

Its transformed form is a Chibi Maruko-like elf, which is not pretty at all.

"After you transform into a human form, I will let you stay here. How about I leave the nearest room next door for you?" Fu Changhuan's voice was gentle: "Stay by my side like you do now."

Transform into human form?

The leaves of the grass in the pot trembled.

Jian Zhen hasn't thought about this yet. Now that it has turned into a spirit, it cannot split itself. So at that time, it can no longer live on the two mountains. That means that at that time... it will have to make a choice?

He had never thought about this question.

Over the past hundred years, all it has thought about every day is transforming into a human form, regaining its freedom, being able to leave this flowerpot and go out to see the world, being able to protect itself, and not having its leaves plucked by people. It is in great pain but cannot move.

The world was completely silent.

Fu Changhuan's warm fingers fell on its branches. Under the moonlight, the voice of the supreme immortal of the Three Realms was somewhat inquiring: "By that time, are you willing?"

The wind and snow were falling, but the grass, which he was waiting for an answer from, did not make any move to answer him.

Fu Changhuan looked down and saw that the fairy grass that was originally listening to his words had curled up in the flowerpot and fallen into dormancy and sleep. He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled helplessly. It was too early for all this.

This sleep was very deep.

When Jian Zhen woke up from her deep sleep again, she felt warm all over and the sun was shining through the eaves. This comfortable feeling made her know that she was in the palace of the demon world without opening her eyes.

A faint voice of communication was heard.

Yan Ji said: "Your Majesty, the royal family of the Northland brought the families of the other tribes to the Demon City to meet you. They are now in the Water Palace in front."

Ye Jisheng's lazy and cold voice sounded: "Is everything arranged?"

"Yes, our annual Yu Lan Festival is coming soon, and the accommodations for these royal guests have been arranged." Yan Ji said: "The Demon City has not been so lively for a long time."

Upon hearing this, the grass on the windowsill trembled all over.

What happened in Xianshan yesterday seemed to be vivid in his mind. Although Ye Zi didn't feel any pain now, he didn't want to experience it again! !

Ye Jisheng's words rang out from a distance: "Well, I have to attend the court ceremony today. You go to entertain the guests in the Hanshui Palace in front."

Yan Ji said: "Yes!"

The grass on the windowsill felt a little desperate when it heard Ye Ji was leaving. Its leaves drooped down gently, and it felt quietly sad.

Shrinking by himself.

Ye Jisheng's voice fell again: "The royal families from all over the world can move freely in the Demon City, but no one is allowed to enter here."

After hearing this, Princess Yan said with some concern: "I heard that some royal families brought many families this year. The flower garden outside Your Majesty's bedroom is famous. Some princesses also brought some young and lively children. I am worried that if someone sneaks in, they are all royal family members. I am afraid that it will be difficult at that time..."

When he said this, the grass on the windowsill sighed secretly.

It turns out that this kind of thing does not distinguish between the demons and the immortals. No matter where they are, the royal families with backgrounds are special existences. Such things will not make any difference no matter where they are.

Just thinking about it.

suddenly--

Its branches waving in the wind were touched by a pair of cold fingertips, and Ye Jisheng's breath came, with a light tone: "Really?"

Yan Ji stood in the palace and could only see the man's inky figure.

Ye Jisheng's voice was slow and lazy, but it was chilling. "Pass the order down. Anyone who enters my back hall without permission and dares to touch the spiritual plant I raise, even if it's just a branch, will be killed on the spot regardless of their status or clan ties."

Endless chill crept up from Yan Ji's back.

The man standing by the window not far away was playing with the branches of the fairy grass with some gentle movements. The sunlight shone on his body but did not give him any warmth. He smiled lightly on his handsome face and said lightly, "Do you understand?"

Yan Ji was stunned and said in panic: "I obey your command!"

Not only her, but even the grass beside Ye Jisheng was stunned. It didn't expect it to be like this.

The branches were poked teasingly by the cool fingers.

The tender green grass raised its little head. Ye Jisheng took out a piece of water jade and placed it in the flowerpot that Jian Zhen had just made. "This stone can record everyone who has come into contact with you. Stay here well. I may be away for two days. If anyone bullies you, write it down on the stone and come back to complain. Got it?"

Jian Zhen gently shook its leaves and trembled its branches, but did not rub against it affectionately or act coquettishly. In his mind, it was not such a vengeful little grass that liked to tell tales!

Ye Jisheng said slowly: "I don't want it. If you don't need it, I will take it away."

The grass branch moved subconsciously, trying to get the stone back, but it only met the pair of smiling red eyes.

Jian Zhen: “…”

Can it use the stone to record the bad guy who bullied it now? !