The Demon King tells the story to the grass
When he finished speaking, the entire cave fell silent.
There was an invisible strange aura spreading out, and Jian Zhen, who was being looked at, blinked in confusion.
etc……
Just talk, why are you looking at him?
It's just an innocent little melon eater!!
Just as he was thinking, Ye Jisheng, who had been watching the show leisurely beside him, sneered. His shallow and light voice easily broke the original atmosphere. The man looked down at Ling Can on the ground, as if he was looking at some garbage.
Ye Jisheng asked: "Who do you think you are to be worthy of using the soul-repairing formation?"
Ling Can froze.
"Hiding in this dark place to do shameful things." Ye Jisheng curled his lips: "Is this what you call hard work?"
Ling Can's bloodshot eyes widened as he looked at the collapsed amber stones all over the hall. Each amber stone represented the life of a monk, and the crimson ropes were the blood of these monks.
The sky is full of red.
He vaguely recalled that a long, long time ago.
Yunniang also wore a red dress, stood among the bright red pomegranate flowers, smiled, and said to him: "Brother Ling, you can practice without worry and become a hero who slays demons and defends the way of Taoism. I will wait for you to come back."
That happened tens of millions of years ago, but when I think back on it now, it’s still fresh in my memory.
Yes, his dream and his efforts were to follow Lingshan's footsteps and become a practitioner who slays demons and defends the Way. At that time, he was just an unknown disciple.
Tears rolled down Ling Can's face.
The man kneeling on the ground trembled helplessly, pounding his shoulders and saying, "How could this happen? Why did this happen..."
He really wanted her to see himself now. He had grown up and was no longer that poor boy.
He took the Immortal Master as his teacher.
Now that he is the master of a peak, he can give her happiness.
Ling Can said with hatred: "Just a little bit, just a little bit..."
Jian Zhen stood beside Ye Jisheng.
The quiet young man looked at the person on the ground and said gently, "But when she wakes up and sees all this, will she really be happy?"
Ling Can stopped pounding the ground.
Jian Zhen's dark eyes were clear and pure. He said, "Is this really what she wanted?"
Ling Can suddenly looked up at him, his muddy robes like a trapped animal: "You are alive! What qualifications do you have to say this!"
Jian Zhen stood there, and Xiao Cao was frank even though he was scolded. He did not hesitate at all, and his gentle voice was soft but firm: "If I live, many people will die. I will not choose to live."
The people in the cave's faces suddenly changed.
Fu Changhuan, who was usually cold and calm, also glanced at him at the first moment, and there seemed to be a thick fog in his eyes that could not be melted.
Only Ling Can laughed slowly, first in a low voice, and then the laughter gradually became a little crazy. He suddenly pressed a certain level on the stone slab, and the whole cave seemed to shake. Countless amber stones emitted bright light, and all the spiritual energy surged, causing cracks to appear in the cave walls.
Someone said: "Oh no, this place is going to collapse!"
The top of the huge stone cave cracked and dust flew everywhere.
All the filth and the sea of blood and corpses seemed to be sunk into the center of the earth. Ling Can, who was lying on the ground, looked at Jian Zhen's back. The tears in his eyes made his figure gradually blurred. He said, "You are still the same as before, you haven't changed at all..."
"Boom"
Silent figure, the foundation of Luo Mansion collapsed, as if a huge stone cave had fallen into it.
The soul-cultivating formation was broken, and the resentment of the dead souls rose to the sky. The spiritual energy of the soul-cultivating formation spread out in all directions. Jian Zhen looked in the direction of the formation. Others could hear the sound of collapsed houses, but what he heard was the wailing of countless people. Those sounds seemed to come from the wailing and struggling sounds of the souls in hell.
Those voices are getting louder and louder.
The man standing outside on the roofless surface grew paler and paler.
A pair of hands grabbed Ye Jisheng's robe. The man lowered his head and frowned, "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen looked up at him and tried her best to speak: "I..."
He didn't even have time to finish his speech as the noise coming from all directions almost drowned him out. The soul cultivation formation scattered and the person standing on the roof fainted.
On another roof.
Fu Changhuan was trying his best to suppress the resentful spirits scattered around the Luo family's soul-cultivation formation when he felt a demonic energy spreading. Looking back, he saw Ye Jisheng holding someone in his arms.
Something happened to him.
The face of the Immortal Venerable, who remained calm despite the collapse of a thousand-year-old snow mountain in front of him, changed slightly.
Almost instantly.
Fu Changhuan came to Ye Jisheng and asked, "Where are you taking him?"
Ye Jisheng stood on the eaves, the evening breeze blew up his robe. The man raised his eyelids to look at him, his red eyes like blood were extremely dangerous in the night, and he said slowly: "Get out of the way."
Fu Changhuan's snow-white clothes were as white as jade in the night. He asked, "You want to take him back to the demon world?"
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "So what?"
His tone was calm, but only those who knew him could sense the murderous intent hidden in it.
Fu Changhuan said: "You can't take him away."
Ye Jisheng curled his lips, and soul fire appeared behind him. The corrosive and dangerous soul fire surrounded Fu Changhuan. When he was about to release it, a pair of hands gently grabbed the collar of his shirt. Jian Zhen, who was in a coma, felt extremely uneasy, and frowned in pain due to the influence of the soul cultivation formation.
Fu Changhua looked down and saw this scene.
Ye Jisheng raised his eyes and said, "If you have time, Immortal Wangyou, why don't you clean up the mess your apprentice left behind."
The words were extremely impolite.
Yet, he also had the usual arrogance of a demon god.
Ye Jisheng curled his lips and said, "As for your desire to snatch someone from me, Demon Realm Mountain is waiting for you."
The figure in the night seemed as arrogant and willful as when he broke into Lingshan alone twelve million years ago, as if he had never changed in these thousands of years.
Fu Changhuan stood in front of him and refused to give in.
The aura emanating from the supreme leaders of the two clans caused all things in the world to tremble. With such overwhelming pressure, the Luo Mansion seemed to be razed to the ground.
Until the evil spirits in the pit of the dead below the mansion began to spread.
Fu Changhuan's expression changed slightly, and when he turned around he said, "I'll take him back."
Ye Jisheng's eyes turned cold, and he curled his lips: "Then let's give it a try."
The thick moonlight cast a desolate frosty color on the world, as if destined for an unusual night. The demon clan's reappearance of the soul-cultivating formation shocked the three realms, while the demon clan's Ten Thousand Realms Mountain.
Some people are not resting peacefully.
The fragmented scenes in the dream slid by like running water, countless figures swayed back and forth, but were burned into pieces by the fire. Jian Zhen felt as if he was in a sea of fire, unable to find direction or light. The unfamiliar predicament made him helpless and confused.
Until I heard a familiar voice.
"Zhuzhu."
A low call sounded, and the call seemed to come from the horizon, yet seemed to be right next to him.
Jian Zhen subconsciously ran over in the darkness, but missed a step and fell into the fire. He tried to struggle in fear, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the roof was the ceiling of the Demon Realm Palace, and there was warm sunlight outside the window.
It was as if I had suddenly returned to the world from hell.
Jian Zhen blinked in confusion, and then she heard a lazy voice beside her: "Awake?"
A blade of grass that had just woken up looked sideways.
The man sitting next to the couch was wearing a dark robe and flipping through a booklet in his hand. Ye Jisheng's black hair hung down, and his handsome face was slightly shadowed by the afterglow of the setting sun.
Jian Zhen slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes, nodded and said, "I had a nightmare."
Ye Jisheng said: "I can see it."
Jane Zhen said stupidly: "Ah?"
Ye Jisheng pointed at his robe and said, "When you fell asleep, you tightly grasped the corner of my robe and refused to let go no matter what. You cried and screamed at the same time."
Jian Zhen: “…”
The grass was shocked and lowered its head.
Seeing the wrinkled marks on the dark robe beside the couch, Xiaocao fell silent.
Jian Zhen tried hard to find a small excuse for himself, and he said softly: "Am I always like this?"
Ye Ji said calmly: "Yeah."
Jian Zhen tried to smooth it over: "Then I didn't catch him for very long last night."
Ye Jisheng said: "That's not the case."
Jane was really relieved.
"Because it wasn't just last night." Ye Jisheng's eyes fell on the person on the couch and he said, "You slept for three days."
Jian Zhen: ? ? ! !
The grass, standing there in shock, seemed to have forgotten to think.
Jian Zhen asked: "Why did I sleep for so long?"
Ye Jisheng said: "The soul-cultivating formation is scattered. With your low level of cultivation, you naturally cannot resist the interference of the formation."
It seems to make sense.
After all, it is just a small grass that has just taken shape.
Jian Zhen didn't think too much about it, so he asked, "What about the Immortal Venerable and the others?"
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Ling Can destroyed the formation on his own, causing thousands of wronged souls suppressed by the soul-cultivation formation to scatter. Fu Changhuan is Ling Can's master, so naturally he has to stay and clean up the mess."
Jian Zhen nodded, and then suddenly remembered and said, "What about Yu? Where is my disciple's trial?"
Ye Jisheng sneered: "During the trials of your disciples, you have found out all the forbidden techniques that have long been banned in the Three Realms. Now the entire royal family of the demon race is in chaos, not to mention the mere Fuling Mountain. Do you think anyone has the time to care about you?"
Jian Zhen: “…Yeah.”
Compared to the disciple trials, other things seemed to be bigger.
Just thinking about it.
A respectful voice came from the door outside: "Your Majesty, may this old minister come in?"
After hearing this, Jian Zhen realized that there was someone outside. He couldn't see the person clearly through the screen until the person outside the door walked in. Then he could see clearly that the white-haired old man was the high priest of the demon tribe that he often saw in the basin before.
Ye Jisheng sat on the chair and ordered, "Show him."
The high priest nodded in agreement.
Jian Zhen saw the high priest coming over, and the look in his eyes was very complicated. To be specific, it was as if he had a thousand words to say, but he said nothing.
Xiao Cao: ???
What does he mean?
The high priest bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, my lord. I am Cha Yanli, the high priest of the demon world, and I am here to diagnose your pulse."
Jian Zhen was a little uncomfortable being treated so respectfully, but she nodded and said, "Thank you."
The high priest stood beside him and stretched out his hand to feel Jian Zhen's pulse. His old eyebrows were a little gloomy at first, then slowly filled with a bit of surprise, and finally he smiled in surprise, his voice trembling a little, "It's a happy pulse, it's indeed a happy pulse!"
Even Jian Zhen didn't have time to support him.
I remember that this high priest was always very calm and would talk about the future of the demon clan all the time.
Now he knelt on the ground and said: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, our demon race has a successor in the future!!"
Ye Jisheng held the book in his hand, looked down at him, and asked, "Is he okay?"
"This..." The high priest hesitated and said, "The master's cultivation is a little low, which leads to a poor foundation. It won't be a big problem now because it's still young, but as time goes by, when the months are old, I'm afraid it will put a great burden on the body!"
Ye Jisheng said impatiently: "I am not here to listen to your nonsense. How can I take care of his body?"
The high priest immediately said, "I will check some medical books for detailed study. My Lord, you still need to take good care of your body and lay a good foundation. Otherwise, it will not only harm your own body, but also the baby in your belly."
Jane was stunned by what she heard.
It was not until the high priest said these words that he truly realized it.
He is really pregnant with a baby.
He is a person who depends on him for everything, and they share the same fate.
After the high priest left, silence returned to the hall. Jian Zhen unconsciously stroked her lower abdomen, staring blankly in a daze.
Ye Jisheng asked: "Why, are you scared?"
Jian Zhen came back to his senses. He was not the kind of person who liked to say one thing and mean another. He nodded and said softly, "A little bit."
The high priest's words are so scary.
It hasn't made those preparations yet.
Ye Jisheng did not laugh at him for being timid as usual. The demon god sat on the chair opposite him. His tall body was as steady as a mountain. He was indifferent, as if what he said was just a trivial matter: "As long as I am here, you will be fine."
Jian Zhen nodded obediently, his dark eyes reflecting his figure, and he said, "But, but I still can't be sure what this child is..."
Because he had no memory of that night.
Ye Jisheng sneered: "Does this matter?"
Jian Zhen: “Ah?”
"You belong to me." Ye Jisheng's words were full of arrogance and domineering: "Your child is naturally mine too."
Jian Zhen: “…”
It seems to make no sense and yet make sense.
Xiao Cao, who was sitting on the couch, got a little mad. He said softly, "I am not yours, I am my own. Besides, why do you have to say that I am yours? Why can't you be mine?"
Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows.
Perhaps no one in the three realms dares to say such words to the devil, and no one dares to even think about such a thing.
Maybe some people have thought about it, but the grave should be three feet high.
Ye Jisheng looked at him, a smile slowly forming on his lips. His red eyes were breathtakingly beautiful in the afterglow of the setting sun. He said slowly, "That's fine."
Jian Zhen's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Ye Jisheng nodded and said calmly: "Well, lie down now and have another sleep."
Jian Zhen: “…”
You big bad guy, you only know how to tease it!
After the high priest left, night slowly fell. Jian Zhen, who had slept for three days and three nights, was starving. He was the spirit of plants and trees, and his favorite thing to do on weekdays was to drink jade dew water.
A maid brought the jade dew juice that had been stored away from outside.
There was a small jade bowl on the table filled with the stored jade dew. Jian Zhen picked it up and drank it. It took just two sips and then put it down.
Ye Jisheng asked: "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen hesitated for a moment and replied, "It's a bit bitter."
Jade Dew Water is taken from the rain and dew on the highest mountain between heaven and earth. Some of the water is sweet, some is bitter, and the probability is uncertain.
Ye Jisheng said to the maid behind him, "Go get some honey."
The maid nodded.
Soon the honey was brought out. Jian Zhen added honey into the drink herself, took a sip, and smiled.
Ye Jisheng said, "Drink it."
Jian Zhen took a few sips and put it down again.
Ye Jisheng asked: "Still suffering?"
Jane really shook her head and said, "No."
Ye Jisheng sat on the chair opposite him. The Demon God, who was not very patient, did not show much impatience. He just raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"
Jane Zhen's pale face was full of seriousness. She said in a gentle voice, "Because winter is coming soon, the water is a little cold."
The room was quiet.
Ye Jisheng had already entered the divine body and hardly needed to consume the grains and dew of the mortal world, let alone think about the temperature of water. His eyes fell on Jian Zhen.
Jian Zhen felt a little guilty when he looked at her, but she raised her little face confidently and said, "It's not me who wants to drink hot water, it's your baby who wants to drink it!"
Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows: "Baby?"
Jian really didn't expect that she could say what was in her heart in one breath. Now she could only explain herself and said, "That's right, that's what the child meant."
Ye Jisheng remained noncommittal.
Jian Zhen was not sure which sentence or word pleased the moody Demon God. He saw Ye Jisheng reaching out his hand: "Give it to me."
The bowl fell into Ye Jisheng's hands.
The soul fire had never heated anyone's body in its life, but at this moment it was emitting a faint glow, causing the water in the bowl to steam.
Ye Jisheng put the bowl down and said to him, "Drink."
Jian Zhen took it and found that the temperature was just right. His eyes curved, and he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one breath. His stomach was full and his mood was better.
The moonlight outside is bright.
Ye Jisheng saw that he had finished drinking and said, "You can rest in this palace tonight."
Jian Zhen looked around the hall. The floor of the whole hall was a cold black color. Red candles were hung high, and the cold bronze bells outside were floating in the wind. There was a desk and bookshelf that Ye Jisheng used, and a couch in the inner corner where he would usually lie down. There was nothing else!
Xiaocao pondered for a moment.
Jian Zhen looked up and said, "There is no bed."
Ye Jisheng: "What?"
The demon god is a divine being and does not need to sleep, let alone a bed.
Xiao Cao rubbed her waist, looked at Ye Jisheng with her dark eyes and said softly: "That couch is so hard, my waist hurts when I sleep on it, I want a bed."
No one has ever dared to make any demands to the Demonic Voice.
And he still complained that the bed in Wanjie Mountain was too hard.
Ye Jisheng said: "There are no beds in the Demon Palace."
There was a flash of disappointment in Jian Zhen's eyes, but she didn't shout. She just lowered her head a little aggrieved and said, "Oh."
Ye Jisheng said, "We can go to the town to buy tomorrow."
Jian Zhen's eyes lit up immediately, and he said, "Then I'll choose it myself."
It used to live in a flowerpot, and its biggest dream every day was to have a soft, fragrant bed of its own. But after it transformed, it had to travel every day or was undergoing trials, so it had no chance at all.
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "It's up to you."
Jian Zhen said: "Then I will sleep on the couch tonight."
As soon as he finished speaking, he yawned lightly.
Ye Jisheng frowned.
While Xiao Cao, who was suffering from back pain, was still rubbing her waist, the maids outside came in one after another. In front of Jian Zhen's dazed face, several quilts were brought in. Although the beds were not replaced with new ones, the soft quilts made the cold couch feel softer.
The maids made the bed and said, "If your Excellency needs anything else, please let us know."
Jian Zhen looked at the soft bed and said in a gentle voice, "No!"
The maids then nodded and left.
The entire Demon Clan Hall, the bedroom of the Demon God Ye Jisheng, the couch was covered with a fragrant and soft quilt. Jian Zhen smiled and threw himself on the couch. The couch was quite spacious, even for two people to lie on it. He rolled around on the couch, feeling comfortable and happy.
After flipping through the pages for a while, Jian Zhen began to feel a little sleepy.
He yawned lightly.
Xiaocao was just about to fall asleep, but the burning sea of fire and those miserable and shrill screams in his dream suddenly surged into his mind again. These sounds that followed him like a shadow made it difficult for him to fall asleep.
I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
A breeze blew in from the hall, making some empty sounds, making the room seem even more lonely.
Just as he was worrying, he heard footsteps outside the hall. Ye Jisheng walked in and glanced at him calmly: "What's wrong? Is your waist still hurting?"
Jian Zhen, who was lying in the quilt, poked his head out, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw him. He would be really scared to sleep alone in the empty palace!
Jane said obediently and honestly: "I can't sleep."
Ye Jisheng looked down at him and asked, "Do you want me to give you a few more beddings?"
"No!" Jane was a little embarrassed: "That's not why I can't sleep."
Ye Jisheng asked: "What is that?"
Jian Zhen didn't know how to describe his nightmare. He could only sit up, cross his legs and said, "I'm a little scared to be alone. Can you stay with me?"
If anyone were to interview people from the three realms, they would know what they fear the most.
The bloodthirsty and warlike demon must be on the list. This is the first time that someone has asked him to stay because of fear.
Ye Jisheng asked, "What do you want me to do with you?"
Jian Zhen couldn't explain it. He thought about it and suddenly got an idea. He said expectantly, "Can you tell me a story?"
He definitely wouldn’t be afraid if he had a story to listen to!
Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows: "Story?"
A smile appeared on Jian Zhen's face, and she nodded, "Yeah!"
Ye Jisheng curled his lips: "Okay."
Jian Zhen was full of anticipation. Just as she was about to say that she wanted to hear some interesting stories from the Three Realms, she saw the Demon Lord sitting down on the soft couch next to her and said slowly, "Do you want to hear the story of me skinning and stripping the Western Regions' poisonous dragon millions of years ago, or the story of the East China Sea's sea monster having its head twisted off after blocking the road?"
A certain grass: “…”
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