The moment Bai Xi appeared in the live stream, the chat exploded with comments.
[Waaah, the streamer finally appeared!]
Did the flower fairy eventually reach her tenth incarnation?
The host mentioned last time that they are still in their ninth life. Is there any further development?
Bai Xi nodded, "Let's continue the story we didn't finish last time."
Upon hearing this, everyone waited quietly in the live stream room.
Bai Xi: "Last time we talked about how the flower demon killed that young man again. She was supposed to be killed by the demon hunter, but then a young man appeared, stopped the demon hunter, and took the flower demon away."
Wait, I suddenly realized that in every life the flower fairy falls in love with a young man, another young man always appears.
Is there some hidden information here?
Bai Xi: "The young man took her back and stayed by her side all night. The flower fairy was seriously injured and occasionally revealed her demon form. The young man was worried that her identity as a fairy would be discovered, so he brought her food every day."
Is the flower fairy's second spring coming?
[Abandoning that unfaithful man and choosing this young man is a good choice.]
Bai Xi: "The flower fairy felt her health deteriorating; she sensed she was about to pass away..."
Is the flower fairy going to die?
[No way, streamer, you said the flower fairy stopped searching because she's dying?]
[Waaah... I can't accept this ending.]
I won't accept it either.
Bai Xi took a sip of tea and continued, "Later, the young man's ghost came to seek revenge on the flower fairy. He transformed into a vengeful ghost and went to the flower fairy's apartment to take his revenge."
【？？？】
[Host, are you serious? A fantasy romance story has turned into a horror ghost story?]
I really didn't expect the plot to take this turn.
How come he didn't become a vengeful ghost in his previous lives, but he became one in this life? This doesn't make sense!
[Was this story made up by the streamer?]
Please be quiet and let the host continue.
Bai Xi: "As the truth unfolds, a Taoist priest discovers fragments of an ancient artifact within the flower demon's body. This ancient artifact records the flower demon's nine past lives..."
...
early morning.
On the streets of Akashi Town, a young man in a long robe stands in front of a stall, distributing porridge to passersby.
Every time the poor people received a bowl of hot porridge from him, they would nod their thanks to the young man.
The young man was a renowned philanthropist in Mingshi Town. His surname was Song and his given name was Fanze.
He comes here every morning at this time to give free porridge to pedestrians. He has been doing this for five years now.
The porridge in the pot was almost gone, and the number of poor people had dwindled.
A servant stepped forward and said, "Mr. Fanze, it's time for us to pack up and leave."
Song Fanze put down the wooden spoon in his hand, and then the servants behind him helped him put away all the pots, pans and ladles before leaving the place.
An antique-style building, with two stone lions in front of the house.
The backyard of the house is a spacious garden planted with many precious flowers, such as peonies, roses, and red roses.
There are also some small ponds in the garden, where koi and goldfish are kept, and lotus flowers and water lilies float on the clear water.
In addition to distributing porridge daily, Song Fanze also enjoys growing these flowers and plants.
He spends a lot of time every day planting, pruning and caring for all kinds of flowers and plants in the garden. Each flower is the result of his careful cultivation.
He passed by a field of red roses, and at that moment, a withered flower showed signs of reviving.
He couldn't help but stop in his tracks, remembering that when he came over that morning, this red rose was on the verge of withering, but only a few hours later, it had come back to life.
A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he personally transplanted the red rose into his study.
When the servant came over, he was somewhat surprised to see that Mr. Fanze had moved a single flower into his study.
Afterwards, a group of students came to Song Fanze's house for class.
On their first day of school, the students were personally led there by their parents.
When the adults saw Song Fanze, they politely bowed to him.
"This morning, I was passing by the street when I saw Mr. Fan Ze distributing porridge to the poor. Mr. Fan Ze's good deed deserves our respect."
"Mr. Fan Ze truly deserves to be a renowned teacher. It is a blessing for the children to be taught by you."
"I still remember a hundred years ago, there was a great philanthropist who provided free porridge to the people for sixty years."
The adults talked, and Song Fanze occasionally chimed in. Afterward, they left their children there and departed.
These past few days, Song Fanze has been carefully tending to this red rose, watering it, checking its growth, fertilizing it, and pruning it.
After class, the students greeted Teacher Fan Ze with their schoolbags and then went home.
Song Fanze tidied up the things on the table and turned to look at a pot of red roses placed outside the window.
It looks even better than yesterday. The leaves, which were originally a bit yellow, are now much more moist, and the petals are bright and tender.
He picked up the watering can from the side and poured it on the petals. Water droplets rolled off each petal, making them appear even more vibrant and dazzling under the sunlight.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the petals of the red rose trembled.
Song Fanze couldn't help but raise his hand and stroke the red rose.
He chuckled, "It won't be long before you're able to be with your friends again."
A few days later, the red rose had fully revived.
It bloomed exceptionally well, even more vibrant and beautiful than the flowers in the yard.
Day after day, month after month, the red rose showed no signs of withering.
Song Fanzhe took care of the red rose, and gradually, he became reluctant to send it back to the courtyard, so he kept it in his study.
Every day, when he lectured his students, his gaze would often drift towards the red rose outside the window.
The students knew that the teacher cherished that flower, so they also began to cherish it.
One day, the school bell rang.
Bored, the students gathered around the red rose bush outside the window to admire it.
One of them said, "Have you noticed that this red rose is blooming more and more beautifully?"
Several of the students come to the study room for classes every day.
From the moment the red rose was about to wither, it miraculously revived.
Now the red roses are blooming more and more vividly, so red they seem to drip blood.
“I just went to your yard and saw that none of the red roses are as beautiful as the one you’ve been growing.”
The student stepped forward and couldn't resist touching a petal. Suddenly, the thorns of the red rose pierced his skin, and he bled.
"Ah!" The male student exclaimed in surprise, staring intently at his bleeding finger.
The other students rushed over to check, and one student accidentally brushed his sleeve against a red rose as he came over.
With a "snap".
A red rose fell from the window, the porcelain basin shattered into pieces, and soil was scattered everywhere.
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