She opened her mouth to speak, but his explosive words made her lose the ability to speak. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Xin Yunmao saw that she was speechless, and his expression became more determined, as if he had stabbed her straight.

Chu Zhishui was about to collapse. He suggested braiding his hair just to tease him. This leap of logic was simply outrageous. She said dryly: "Talk about something else, talk about something else."

Xin Yunmao looked at her coldly: "Do you want to play something else?"

"..."

Chu Zhishui's ears were hot. She glanced at the yard and quickly interrupted: "Yes. Why haven't the bamboos grown yet? Isn't winter already over? "

The other vegetation has sprouted, but there is nothing in the bamboo area, not even any green seedlings.

Xin Yunmao froze, avoiding her gaze and scanning the empty courtyard. Only the bamboo area was left without any green, which was particularly eye-catching in the spring when everything was reviving.

Xin Yunmao pretended to be calm: "It's growing soon.

" Zhishui questioned: "But there is not a single one sticking out?"

"Eat some fruit?" Xin Yunmao picked up an orange from under the small table. He peeled off the orange peel with his bare hands without touching the flesh. He handed it to Chu "Thank you .

" Chu Zhishui thanked him and took it. She just lowered her head and took a bite, and felt a cool breeze blowing towards her. She looked up and saw the spring rain falling in the courtyard. The fine rain covered the courtyard like a thin mist, rustling. It's dripping and dripping. The

next moment, several green bamboos rose from the ground, suddenly broke through the soil and rushed straight into the sky. The soft and tender leaves spread out, wet by the drizzle, and the green leaves swayed in the wind.

Filled with brand new classical furniture, it looks like a well-tended courtyard. The air is humid, the sound of rain is hitting, and the fresh smell of bamboo forest is blown by the wind, becoming more and more gorgeous in the shocking showers

. It tastes sweet and sour and is full of juice.

Chu Zhishui wiped her fingers with paper, and she grasped the back of the rocking chair, smiling and said, "Lord God, you understand the thoughts of plants best. Explain to me why bamboo is so long?"

There was not even a bud in the whole winter. It grows when it rains. What's the principle?

Xin Yunmao's eyes drifted and he said calmly, "Bamboo grows faster in the rainy season."

She shook the chair desperately, as if to wake him up, and said, "It doesn't matter whether it rains or not. You have the final say! ? "

"..."

Xin Yunmao was shaken by the anger, but he knew he was in the wrong, so he rolled up his sleeves awkwardly and didn't dare to say anything at this moment. There were black patterns on the cuffs of the ancient robe, like flames burning The traces are like ink smudged on rice paper.

Chu Zhishui was attracted by the black pattern and asked, "Why do you always have this pattern on your clothes?"

She found that he always wore dark colors before, but now he wears more light-colored clothes, but there are often black marks on his keel. The same as the umbrella mask.

Xin Yunmao was startled. He was silent for a long time, stole a glance at her, and asked tentatively: "Does it look bad?"

Chu Zhishui: "It's okay. Do you like this style?"

"Because my body was burned by the dragon flame Burning, so there will always be such marks. "He whispered, "I cut off one of his claws back then, and he wanted to use the black flames to roast my body dry, causing our powers to blend together. "

Chu Zhishui listened to his deep voice and He described it in a loud voice, and then looked at the black pattern in detail, and was shocked.

"I didn't know how to use fire before, but I learned how to use fire from then on. The handle of the dragon-bone umbrella is made from the bones of his broken claws." His eyes drifted into the distance, and he didn't know what he was recalling. He said coldly, " This is a magical weapon. If he shows up again one day, he will definitely come to me. Then I will use an umbrella to tear him into eight, ten, or twelve pieces. "

"That will require a lot of observation bureaus. " Chu Zhi Shui was helpless. She pinched her sleeves, stroked the lines, and whispered, "Did it hurt when you were burned?"

Xin Yunmao was touched by her gentle tone. He trembled in his heart and felt a little aggrieved: "It hurts, it hurts a lot. I still feel pain now." "It hurts."

He is still being tortured by the dragon flames. The black flames absorb the hatred of the Dragon God's followers, mixed with the five poisons and eight sufferings of mankind, and even pollute his name.

His original name was Yunmao, and only after the war did he become Xin Yunmao.

A name is a gift from heaven and earth, but he cannot purify it. He deeply realizes that he has lost something since he was born and deified. Only a He has suppressed all emotions since the war

, never approaching humans with overwhelming desires, and facing the world with an indifferent attitude. The reason is that the dark dragon flame is a cursed fire. Once he interacts too much with mortals with evil intentions, The dark power would emerge and contaminate him even more.

He had been wandering in Huaijiang for thousands of years, but still could not find a solution. He could only feel better by staying with her.

Many times, he did not think he was a god, because gods would never Dirty and unclean, she is more divine than he.

Chu Zhishui listened to his childish complaints. She pinched Heiyan's sleeve and blew on it, then smiled and soothed him, "That's enough. It hurts, Feifei."

"It still looks ugly." Xin Yunmao pulled back his sleeve with a gloomy face. He came down, obviously upset. He has always been a clean freak, and now the burn marks are like a thorn in his heart.

"Well, it's just charcoal grilled bamboo." Chu Zhishui persuaded, "Charcoal grilled bamboo tube rice is so delicious, We accept these changes!"

Xin Yunmao felt better when he heard that she didn't care at all: "Humph." The sound

of gentle rain hitting bamboo leaves was even more poetic.

A man and a demon sat under the eaves, admiring the bamboo and watching the rain. Chu Zhishui had just finished listening to him talk about the past. He even mentioned the Dragon God, whom he disliked. Suddenly, she had some courage and wanted to ask some private questions. She said carefully, : "Lord, I want to ask you a question about botany."

"What?"

"When does bamboo usually bloom?" She was afraid that he would misunderstand her, so she quickly added, "For example, the bamboo near the yard, the bamboo by the stream. "

As long as we don't bring it up with him, there shouldn't be any misunderstanding.

Ordinary bamboos are definitely different from plant monsters. She has been driven crazy by curiosity lately, but asking him such a question directly would be like harassment, so she can only ask him indirectly. Fan.

Xin Yunmao thought: "The bamboo outside the courtyard may bloom, but the ones inside the courtyard cannot bloom."

Chu Zhishui: "Why?"

He pouted: "The bamboo in the courtyard grew from my roots, similar to my branches. I

Those bamboos are still him, changing their states with him.

Chu Zhishui suddenly realized: "So you can't bloom." It seems that Hong Ximing was wrong, the bamboo monster is not a flowering variety. " It's that it can't

bloom, not that it doesn't It will bloom." Xin Yunmao frowned and corrected it carefully.

"Is there any difference?"

He frowned slightly, as if he couldn't explain it well. His Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, but he finally spoke: "Didn't I say before that you can't respond to the emotions of humans or monsters? If you are moved, the bamboo will bloom."

Chu Zhishui thought about the knowledge of bamboo and said in surprise: "So you will die if you bloom?"

"You won't die, but your power will be greatly weakened. The demonic energy is used to bloom, but it's meaningless for bamboo to bloom. It can obviously use the rhizomes to grow new buds, but it uses seeds to sow." Xin Yunmao explained, "And blooming does not necessarily produce seeds. If it produces seeds, the power will be weakened faster, but the new bamboo that grows from the bamboo rice is not me, but it will absorb my demonic energy and become a new god."

"New god?"

"Yes, if there is a new god-conferring monster, the previous one will feel it and feel restless. The new god will be born and the old god will decline. This is what the heaven and earth told me when I was born." He said lightly, "So I know why the dragon wants to swallow me. Before I was born, he was also upset."

The laws of heaven and earth have their own reasons. Since a new god is born, there must be something wrong with the old god.

The power of the world is one that grows and declines. The dark dragon flame will bring back the feelings of the dragon god in the past. He will also be restless when he thinks of Zhumi or the new god. It's like a sense of rejection engraved in his bones, so of course he resists blooming. As long as there is no bloom, there will be no new god.

"So that's how it is." Chu Zhishui said in amazement, "...so magical."

Her doubts were finally answered, but she didn't know why she felt lost. She should be thankful that he hadn't fallen in love with her yet, otherwise it would bring a series of troubles. But her body felt like it was filled with astringent seawater, like the loneliness of walking alone along the deserted beach at night.

He really didn't lie, and he was serious when he said he couldn't respond to any feelings.

She could understand his thoughts.

Xin Yunmao suddenly noticed that she was depressed. He turned his head to look at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Chu Zhishui smiled, and she picked up the teapot, "I'll go to the house to make another pot."

He didn't know why she was in a bad mood, and he became worried in an instant. He subconsciously pursed his lips and suggested in a muffled voice: "...Do you want to braid your hair when you come back?"

She seemed to be very interested in his hair.

She smiled: "It's late today, let's talk about it next time."

Chu Zhishui's back disappeared into the yard.

Xin Yunmao got up from the recliner, and was at a loss for a moment, just like when his name was polluted, he felt that something was lost from his fingers, but he could only let it slip away helplessly, and he couldn't think of any way at all.

He stretched out his hands and grasped the fabric around his heart, only to feel his chest becoming extremely stuffy. It was as if there was a seed in the dark that had been accumulating energy for a long time, ready to burst out regardless. The seed attempted to break free from the restraint it had been under, but was hampered by the pollution of the black flames and did not dare to go any further. Tortured

by the dragon flames, he suppressed all kinds of emotions, but unlike the malice and hatred of humans and monsters, he was now surrounded by a strong and hot emotion, as if it would make him explode completely if it did not erupt. This impulse was boiling in his internal organs, almost roasting him dry, more torturous than the pitch-black flames. It

was so uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than if she hadn't looked for him for two weeks.

But they were clearly living under the same roof.

After a while, Chu Zhishui came back with a teapot. She had sorted out her emotions, but she found Xin Yunmao standing motionless in the yard.

"Why did you get up?" Chu Zhishui said, "I just took the teapot of water."

Xin Yunmao could not describe his inner uneasiness. He lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Can I come again in the future?"

"Of course I can." Chu Zhishui was puzzled, "Isn't this your temple?"

Xin Yunmao saw her sincere face, and he felt relieved and calmed down. She always kept her promises and never broke them.

But he still felt a sense of loss.

At first, his thoughts were distracted, and then he wanted to see her more often. Now he couldn't even meet her. He was like a plant craving for sweet spring water, spreading and waving powerlessly everywhere, and his anger was getting more and more intense.

She was standing in front of him, but he still felt it was not enough.

Before leaving, the old rattan rocking chair was placed in the yard. Chu Zhishui thought about his usual need to drink water, and finally handed him the key. She warned: "You can go to the kitchen to boil water, but don't do anything strange."

He lay on the chair without any image, and maybe he would come to stay after work. Anyway, the door was useless to him, and not giving him the key was like covering one's ears and stealing the bell.

Xin Yunmao looked at the key but didn't reach out to take it. He whispered, "Give me the key, aren't you coming over?"

"I can only come on weekends. I live with my parents on weekdays. You know that." Chu Zhishui was surprised. "I go home for dinner on weekdays."

"...Oh." His expression eased a little, and then he took the key and looked up at her again. "Then come here for dinner on weekends?"

His eyes flashed, but he stared at her closely, and casually asked.

"What food?" Chu Zhishui secretly scolded him for being a green tea. She immediately raised her voice and said angrily, "Where is the food here!?"

He hesitated: "You said, charcoal grilled bamboo tube rice."

"..."