Xiaocao wants to find a partner

Ye Jisheng was quite busy with the grand ceremony in the Demon Realm these two days, so Jian Zhen rarely saw him. However, it was also a grand ceremony, and although many demons came this time, no one entered the back hall to disturb or hurt it, so Jian Zhen had two days of quiet days. It was extremely sleepy these days, so it really slept for two days.

When I woke up again, I had a long and good sleep and the fresh scent of sandalwood came to me.

There is eternal white snow under the fairy mountain.

The grass on the windowsill shook its leaves, and then I heard the sound of people talking not far away.

"Lord Wangyou, I have heard about Changle's incident this time. It was because I, as her elder brother, spoiled her too much and didn't teach her well that she hurt the fairy grass you raised. I apologize to you on her behalf. I have asked my father to punish her in the ancestral hall. When she is released, I will bring her here to apologize in person!"

A soft conversation sounded from the table.

The grass by the window heard something about itself and looked into the house curiously.

The immortal in white sitting at the table held a teacup in his hand. Fu Changhuan said, "This matter has already passed. The demon race and the immortal race have been friendly for generations. Nothing has happened to my immortal grass, so the eldest prince does not need to be like this."

Hearing this, Jian Zhen also gently tapped the leaves.

It’s good enough if you can admit your mistakes and correct them!

And it is not angry now. It is not the kind of grass that holds grudges!

The eldest prince smiled slightly. He was wearing a light green brocade robe and a precious jade crown on his head. "This time, in addition to apologizing for my sister, I actually have something else I want to discuss with the Immortal King."

Fu Changhuan's cold face showed indifference: "What's the matter?"

The eldest prince said bluntly: "Everyone in the three realms knows that half of the power of the Demon God was sealed by the God-Slaying Formation of Wanmie Mountain. Because of this, our three realms can live in peace. You must know that before the Demon God appeared, the demons were just our slaves. This Wanmie Mountain opens once every ten million years, and it is less than a hundred years before the next opening..."

Clean, flawless snow flakes fluttered down, and melted in the cool breeze that blew in from the window.

Fu Changhuan put down the cup and asked, "Is the eldest prince worried that Ye Jisheng will regain his strength?"

"Wangyou Immortal Venerable is indeed wise." The eldest prince smiled. "The Demon God is so terrifying even with only half of his strength. If Wanmie Mountain erupts again, and if he regains his strength by then, I'm afraid our lives will be difficult. I heard from my father that the closer we are to the eruption of Wanmie Mountain, the more severe the curse on him will be. Why don't our two clans join forces..."

It was obvious that the two people were not talking about me, but the originally bored grass by the window suddenly shook its leaves, and my heart was unconsciously lifted.

Although Ye Jisheng always likes to bully it.

But it still didn't want him to be in any danger.

Fu Changhuan had a jade-like face and was handsome. His eyes were cold but clear. He said, "Your Highness, the Immortal Clan and the Demon Clan have some friendship, so I can give you a message."

The eldest prince's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he asked, "What?"

Fu Changhuan's white clothes were like snow, not stained by dust. He said calmly: "Ye Jisheng is a demon god. His body is immortal except for the God-Slaying Formation."

The eldest prince clenched his hands suddenly: "Is there no way?"

The grass by the window also felt anxious.

The hot steam from the newly brewed tea on the table slowly floats into the air, turning into wisps of mist that dissipate in the air.

Fu Changhuan finally said, "Yes."

The eldest prince's eyes lit up: "What is it?"

Fu Changhuan held the cup in his slender hands, and finally raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a cold voice: "In this world, apart from the God-Slaying Formation, the only one who can kill a god is the god himself."

The eldest prince smiled in disbelief: "How is this possible? Who would be willing to die? Moreover, the demon god is cold and heartless, how could he kill himself?"

Fu Changhuan said: "Everyone in the world has two sides, there is no fixed number."

The eldest prince couldn't imagine: "What is this murderous and bloodthirsty demon like in private?"

Fu Changhuan raised his cold face slightly. He looked at the swaying grass by the window. His eyes, which had never wavered before, were filled with gentle ripples. "Perhaps he is the only one in the world who knows clearly."

The eavesdropping grass on the windowsill suddenly felt guilty.

Well, that’s not the case.

In this world, perhaps besides the devil himself, it may also know something about it.

but……

Thinking about the consequences of revealing the big devil's secret...

A certain grass subconsciously trembled all over and shook its head quickly. It said, "The grass doesn't know. It's none of its business!"

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Demon clan, grand ceremony.

Yan Ji, who was in charge of taking care of the fairy grass, was looking at the pot of the fairy grass with some worry.

Ye Jisheng walked over from the corridor, his eyes fell on her, and asked, "What are you doing standing there?"

Yan Ji knelt down quickly: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Ye Jisheng raised his hand casually. His tall figure standing just a step away was very oppressive. He asked, "What happened?"

"Your Majesty, the grass has been dormant for a long time in the past two days. Even after waking up, it is a little listless and always in a daze." Yan Ji bowed and reported: "I am worried that there is something wrong with it, so I went to look through the books on plants."

Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows: "What did you find out?"

Jian Zhen, who had just woken up in the basin, was a little dazed when he heard this. Recently, he kept thinking about the words of the eldest prince of the demon clan, so he was often distracted. Why was he looking up a book?

Yan Ji replied respectfully, "The book says there are three reasons. One is that it could be sick, but after checking, I found that the fairy grass is fine, so it is not sick."

After hearing this, Xiaocao nodded his little leaves.

That’s right, that’s right, how could it get sick so easily!

Yan Ji continued, "Secondly, the fairy grass is spiritual and has intelligence. I guess it's because you were not in the back hall during the Demon Ceremony these past two days. The fairy grass may not have seen you and miss you, so it's not in good condition!"

As soon as the words fell, there was silence.

The grass in the pot was completely stunned and didn't even dare to look at Ye Jisheng's face.

What?

How could it be possible for it to become sick from missing someone? This is simply alarmist!

It...it just missed him a little at most, really just a little!

The little grass in the pot pinched its waist proudly, trying to express its dissatisfaction to Yan Ji. In Ye Jisheng's eyes, this little look seemed a little cute.

The devil's usually cold face smiled and he said slowly, "Really?"

Yan Ji hesitated: "Of course there is a third possibility."

Ye Jisheng seemed to be in a good mood and had more patience: "You go ahead."

"Since the grass has become conscious, I guess it may want a companion of its own kind!" Yan Ji was happy with her own cleverness and took the initiative to say, "I have analyzed it. Although this grass is a plant, since it has consciousness, it may feel the need for a companion like us ordinary people. Your Majesty, can you find one for it..."

Halfway through her words, she looked up and met a pair of cold eyes.

The smile on Ye Jishen's face disappeared, and his eyes looked at her as if he was looking at a dead person. Yan Ji felt as if her whole body was sealed with coldness, and she suspected that she might die if she continued talking.

Jian Zhen, who was sitting on the windowsill, was too embarrassed and angry to notice this scene.

Ahhhh!

What the hell, what does it mean to be looking for a partner? What kind of word is this?!

The grass leaves are curling up.

Suddenly, a somewhat cold voice came down, the tone was light, but the connotation was domineering: "It does not need a partner. The grass of the deity, naturally, only the deity is enough."

Jian Zhen put down the leaves with some doubt and looked over, only to see Ye Jisheng walking over. He stretched out his hand an inch in front of the basin: "Zhuzhu, come here."

A certain grass: “…”

Don't call me piggy!

Ye Jisheng's hands did not move: "I know you are awake. If you don't come over, I will find the man-eating grass from the next mountain to keep you company."

? ? !!

It's not the kind of grass that would be threatened!

A small ball of plant elf flew into Ye Jisheng's palm. It just wanted to come out for some fresh air!

Ye Jisheng's lips curled slightly.

After leaving the Demon Realm's hall, Jian Zhen thought he was going down the mountain, but he didn't expect that the Demon Ceremony had not yet ended. A few days ago, the various tribes of the Demon Clan came to pay a visit, and today, all the major forces in the Three Realms came to pay a visit.

In the high meeting hall of the demon world, huge dark golden pillars stand majestically.

Ye Jisheng sat on the Demon God's throne, looking at the people below with indifference. The little plant elves on his shoulders were novel at first, but after looking at them for a long time, they became a little lazy.

until--

"The Great Prince of the Demon Clan, Lord Yu Min has arrived!"

Jian Zhen's whole body was shocked.

The eldest prince, who was wearing a green brocade robe and a valuable hair crown on his head, walked slowly into the hall. He smiled and said, "Congratulations on the Centennial Festival of the Demon Clan. The Demon Lord and I haven't seen each other for a hundred years. Not long ago, when the Demon Lord passed by the North Sea, he helped our demon clan solve the problem of the sea monsters that had been a headache for thousands of years. He really solved a big problem for us!"

Ye Jisheng raised his red eyes to look at him, and said calmly: "I was passing by the North Sea and found them very noisy, so I just took advantage of it. Don't worry about it."

The eldest prince smiled and even bowed with his hands clasped. "Even so, I still want to thank the Demon Lord on behalf of the demon race. I hope that the two races will always be friends and prosper."

He smiled openly.

You can't see the deep heart behind it at all.

Only the grass on Ye Jisheng's shoulder knew how this guy planned to harm people in the fairy mountain yesterday!

An excitement.

The little elf lost his balance and fell off Ye Jisheng's shoulder into his arms. When he saw Ye Jisheng looking at him, the little elf stabilized himself, skipped a beat in his palm, and looked at Ye Jisheng again.

You can't trust this person!

Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes to look at the elf in his arms, and saw Jian Zhen starting to stare at the eldest prince of the demon clan again. There had been guests before, but the reaction had never been so big. He raised his eyebrows meaningfully, thinking of the speculation Yan Ji had said, and also remembered that the eldest prince of the demon clan, his biological mother was a jade locust tree spirit, so this prince was also a plant spirit.

Could it be that...

Is this stupid grass of mine really interested in that tree spirit?

Jian Zhen stared at the eldest prince not far away in Ye Jisheng's palm, wondering if he came here for some conspiracy. While thinking, he turned around and wanted to express his meaning to Ye Jisheng -

Ye Jisheng's hand poked the little dumpling first and said slowly: "Save your energy. The green-haired locust tree is all black. If you are a fool like you, you will be deceived and have to help him count the leaves."

The grass elf was stunned: "Ah...?"

Who was deceived?

Also, who is the green-haired locust tree spirit? !