Chapter 151 The Story of Your Life

Jyoti, the tree demon, has two hobbies.

One is to eat elves.

The second is to pretend to be looking for a husband, and then after the other party racks his brains to come up with a bad story, change into his true form and say you are great! You are the husband I want!

Most of the people who come here will be scared to death and then run away without looking back.

There are also some people who, for the sake of the treasure, pluck up the courage to put on a smile and try every means to ask for gifts.

Jyoti will give the other party a big treasure chest.

What's in the treasure chest?

An adult pearl crab! Each pearl on its back is very valuable, and it is indeed a precious treasure in Shanghai.

It's just that this beautiful man-eating crab is often quite irritable, especially if it has been kept in a box for many years.

If the opponent is lucky enough to survive the treasure chest, then proceed to the next stage.

Jyoti will give him a sword and tell him that this is the great sword of the king. Holding it, he can become a great ruler! However, this sword is sealed by the old gods, so the blood of the "Fairy of the Lake" is needed to restore the power of the sword.

Once the power is restored, the Sword of Kings will instantly transform the holder into a demigod, becoming the absolute monarch of this southern continent.

At this point, Jyoti will deliberately reveal her flaws.

Whether he was pretending to be asleep, or was injured and weak, or indicating that his spell was backfiring and he had to rest and could not be disturbed...he was creating all kinds of opportunities for the other party to launch a sneak attack or assassinate him.

Once the other party stabbed her with the sword, Jyoti would squeeze out the tears that had been brewing for a long time.

"Why? Why...why do this to me!?"

Just when the other party is feeling proud, Jyoti will kill him.

"Accept my righteous punishment, you ungrateful person!"

The unfaithful person collapses in regret and pain.

The lonely woman put away the fake sword and continued to look for her home...

In this way, the story of the female tree demon and her husband will continue and never end.

But recently, Jyoti has been hiding in the sea and rarely comes out.

The overall environment is not good.

A god came into the forest, shrouded in white mist, and his true appearance could not be seen. The aura and oppressive feeling of the other party, which only belonged to a god, frightened Jyoti.

However, the god's focus seemed to be on the elves and the elf lake, and he did not target himself.

Although strictly speaking, dryads are also elves.

But the elves never thought so, and there was no other tree demon on this land.

Jyoti feels weird.

Elves like trees, but hate dryads.

Aren’t dryads just trees that grow up to be smart?

Later she gradually understood.

Elves like clumsy wood because trees pose no threat and can provide them with the power of forest elements while also being able to be transformed and directed by them at will.

Elves don't like things that are too smart.

Jyoti felt it was unfair.

Why can't trees stand up? Why must trees listen to the elves? Jyoti decided to vent the anger of all the trees.

She controlled the symbiotic forest, crossed roots underground, and drilled into the Elf Lake. In this way, every elf returned to the Elf Lake after death. She sucked and ate the elves through the roots, and realized what the elves were thinking and what their lives were like.

Most of the elves were even dumber than she thought, and each one was pretty much the same, which was really boring.

Jyoti turned her attention outside.

Those foreign adventurers are much more interesting than the elves.

So there was this super long series of stage plays about the tree demon and the unfaithful man.

…

Not long ago, Jyoti saw a brave man who was looking for slave traders and seemed to have a lot of old-fashioned looks.

Unfortunately, the other party had no intention of participating in the drama of the unfaithful person.

This made Jyoti feel deeply regretful.

If he forced the other party by force, it would not only ruin the mood, but also scare others and damage the reputation of his own legend of the Fairy of the Lake.

After all.

Jyoti seeks out other people's stories and creates her own stories just for fun.

After living alone for hundreds of years, one always gets bored.

Just as Jyoti was about to avoid the power of the gods and hide in the sea to avoid the limelight, suddenly a group of people found the beach where she was.

The first one was the man who was looking for the slave trader. It seemed that he had found help. Behind him, besides a young man in black, there were also several fully armed dwarves.

Jyoti felt amused.

The key to winning against the Lady of the Lake is not relying on numbers.

"Hello? Are you the Lady of the Lake?"

The one who spoke was the young man among them.

His skin was a little dark, and he looked like he had been traveling outside for many years. He wore a black robe, carried a bag wrapped in sheepskin, and had a shiny conch shell on his waist.

What impressed Jyoti the most was that the other person looked into her eyes intently when speaking, and was very serious.

The young man asked, "Can I really get treasure from you by telling you a story?"

"certainly."

Then the other party started talking.

Many years later, Jyoti would remember that little story.

"In Yao City in the Western Continent, there is a young man named Mu Ke. He fell in love with a beautiful girl. He had to win the dice roll in order to win her favor..."

"…In the end, he lost to another beloved woman. Until his death, he could no longer say it. He could only ask her, am I bad at the game?"

"The girl who is no longer young said, no, I think it's very good and very interesting."

“He became a ghost of the theatre, waiting for his play to be performed on stage.”

“That’s the story of [The Phantom of the Opera].”

Jyoti couldn't get enough of it.

She handed the young man a gem: "Another one."

The young man happily accepted the gem and told her story after story... until the sky turned white and the sun rose from the sea.

Only then did Jyoti realize that something was wrong.

The process is wrong!

"Will you be my husband?" Jyoti returned to the subject.

"Well...you are very rich, right?" the other party asked cautiously.

"certainly!"

"Then I do!"

“…”

Jyoti felt something was strange.

This guy is with me just for money. I don't know whether to say he is frank or too poor.

"Because I want to travel everywhere. If I don't have money, I have to work along the way, which is a waste of time." The other party explained: "If you have money, can you support me to travel around?"

“I want to write down everything I see and hear along the way.”

The man opened the sheepskin package and handed her a thick book: "You can read the Yao language, right? These are all the stories and legends I wrote down while traveling through the three cities."

"But there are so many more people whose stories have not yet been told. They have done amazing things that need to be recorded, and I want to write about all of them."

Jyoti took a look and saw that half of the thick leather book was covered with dense handwriting.

She transformed herself, and her original fairy-like appearance in white disappeared without a trace. Her skin turned green, and her eyes turned orange, with only a little black pupil inside.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The dryad's skin was covered with spells, and crows were circling around her.

Qiao Di stuck out her tongue like a snake's tongue and grinned, "Are you still willing to be my husband now?"

"willing!"

The other party answered without hesitation.

Jody thought, this guy is very brave.

So she waved her hand, and a big treasure chest flew out of the sea.

"Too much. Too much."

The man waved his hand: "I want to travel everywhere, you just need to give me some travel expenses. I can't move so much."

“…”

Jyoti was in a dilemma.

This guy came prepared.

Next, it’s the Sword of Kings.

Jyoti pulled out the golden sword and talked about the power and authority that the sword of the king brought. However, the other party did not seem to like it very much and even yawned absentmindedly.

Instead, the three dwarves at the back were whispering. They spoke in dialect, but Jyoti was very smart, so he could understand it after just a little bit.

"Is this sword made of gold? You are so unprofessional. A sword made of gold will break if touched. It is so soft and limp. This thing is completely useless."

"Even gold plating won't work. This fairy is not very good at ironwork and doesn't know how to smelt and cast."

"She must be a novice. Look how thin she is. Her arms are like dry branches. It's hard for her to swing a hammer."

"There's no furnace around. The gold on the sword is probably fake."

"One look fake."

Jyoti clenched her fists in anger.

These damned little dwarves are always finding faults! Calm down, calm down, Jyoti!

You are a clever and graceful dryad.

She looked at the person in front of her with a smile on her face.

The man shook his head at the sword: "I don't want to conquer anyone..."

"I used to be a slave, I was beaten and scolded, I hope there will never be slaves in the world again."

He smiled and said, "Whether it's a prophet or a hero, a monster or a mortal, everyone wants to be remembered and praised."

“Only gods will live forever. We are born lonely and insignificant, and will always be drowned in the river of time. If we can be recorded as a story, it is already a lucky reward.”

“…”

Jody felt a little melancholy after hearing this.

"May I have your name?"

"Pava."

"Okay, Pava. From today on, you have a wife. I will give you money to tell the story of me and everyone else. Do you want to?"

"I...will."

"I will eat you when you are about to die, and I will get your life story. Do you agree to that?"

"Is that so? That's good too."

Pava scratched his head and said, "There is a group of people on the island where I live. The wives eat their husbands to raise their children. It's really not easy to raise children."

Jyoti sighed.

What a stupid man.

"You should go now. Go to the forest, and go north of the Elf Lake. There are gems, pearls, and agates under a pile of rocks. Take them and go."

"Huh? But we just got married." Pava was stunned.

"I let you go!"

If you don't leave now, you will suffer the wrath of the gods.

Jyoti looked into the distance.

The blurry white shadow of the god had already descended, and she could feel its terrifying aura very clearly.

The monsters in the forest were all eyeing him covetously.

The gods must have discovered what they had done to the elves and the Elf Lake long ago.

In the end, I got a different story.

Jyoti was satisfied.

The sun suddenly descended from the sky, surrounding Jyoti and Pava, making them feel warm. This place suddenly became the focus of the surroundings.

A blindfolded woman in black flew from the sky.

She rode on the wand and landed lightly.

The woman in black whispered, "This is the blessing from the gods to you and your wife."

"Thank you so much!" Pava said excitedly.

Jyoti was stunned for a moment, then quickly knelt on the ground like Pava and the others to express his gratitude.

"Finally, lift the curse of Spirit Lake. The gods have forgiven you, Jyoti," said the woman in black.

Jyoti said hurriedly, "Yes, okay... As you say! Thank you so much for the mercy of God."

She glanced at the young man next to her.

If I have a baby with this guy, will it be a little tree or a little baby?

Or a tree-headed man running around?

There are also trees with human heads? It seems so troublesome...Jyoti has a headache.

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(End of this chapter)